<?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-5904001591631863721</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:12:17.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x3TsuKiKo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904001591631863721.post-5455156736331318020</id><published>2010-03-15T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:53:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been feeling really exhausted these days. Working, working, working. Sometimes I'd ask myself, what am I working for? She's no longer around me. She has someone else taking care of her. The resposibility of earning my keep and to take care of her is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;But just sometimes, I'd tell myself that there will come a day where she will be back by my side. I must have a proper job and stable income. I must save up for the day I take her as my wife.&lt;br /&gt;Is this just part of my wishful thinking? Humans dream. I have this little dream of my own. But how many dreams actually come true?&lt;br /&gt;If you see this, and you know I'm talking about you, give me a call, would ya? I just wanna listen to your voice for a moment, just one moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A family plan - marriage at 26, 3 kids, private apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The female lead&lt;/span&gt; has gone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come back, would ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-5455156736331318020?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/5455156736331318020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=5455156736331318020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/5455156736331318020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/5455156736331318020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-been-feeling-really-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-2831264182069507734</id><published>2010-02-01T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:32:35.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle, please?</title><content type='html'>First off, thanks Pamela for reminding me... I'm sure I still miss her. Seventeen months bearing the heartache and waiting, its not tough. What's tough is to accept the fact that she actually hates me, or so she says. I don't know... I just can't seem to forget that period of wonderful times spent together. Right now I just feel like a dead person. Nothing actually matters. Probably because I lost the only thing I ever cared so much about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot? Yeah, so what? I don't care what anyone says at all. I just wanna live my life, my way. I care for her, I miss her...I still love her. She's attached now, but that does not matter. I just wanna know she's doing well. If I could just see her smile for once more, I feel like I can die in peace.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say, but I'll never give up. The only think that keeps me going now is probably the hope of being with her again. Otherwise, I'd have already given up on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.  What everyone wants from life is continuous and genuine happiness. A good life is the main argument. Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile. Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's not the years in your life that counts. It's the life in your years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;-Awaiting a miracle-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Signing off~ Good bye for now, world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-2831264182069507734?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/2831264182069507734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=2831264182069507734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/2831264182069507734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/2831264182069507734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2010/02/miracle-please.html' title='Miracle, please?'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-6712435373659038535</id><published>2010-01-03T06:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:16:51.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be the shoulder you can lie on when you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the sleeve you can wipe your tears with when you cry.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the punch bag you can vent your anger on.&lt;br /&gt;I wannt to be the one to make you laugh and smile, the source of your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I can be anything, as long as you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to tell you one reason why I love you everyday. For these 15 months, I never failed to take time out to think of a reason.  I know I will find more if you were with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you how cute you look when you frown.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you how sweet you look when you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you how lovely you look when you fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you how much I love you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt;There is a girl I know,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; who I care about more than words can describe.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; I do whatever she asks,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; without a second thought.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She cares for me too,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; this I know,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; but sometimes she is mean.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She does it to be playful,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; but sometimes it's too much,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; or goes too far,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; and I'm afraid to tell her,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; because of how she might react.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt;I care for her more than words can say.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She is my inspiration,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; my motivation,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; my determination,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; and my drive.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She is the fuel for my engine,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; and the rails to guide my way.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She makes me strive to be more than I am,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; even when no one else can.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She makes me want to be a better man.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She can fill me with happiness,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; even when nothing else can.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; Yet she can knock me down so easily,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; that she doesn't even realize,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; or think about,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; how much she means to me.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; I can't stop thinking about her,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; night and day.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; So again I say,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; I care for her more than words will let me say.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; I have troubles talking,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; or expressing myself&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; so it's hard to let her know what's on my mind.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; I do the best that I can,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; but usually it's not good enough.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She is so special to me.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; I know that she deserves every bit that I can give,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; and even more.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She gives me strength and power,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; even in the worst of times.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She enables me to do more than I ever could before.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt;All the words I say,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; cannot even begin to express the way I feel,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; or the caring that I have for her.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; I wish I could pull my life together,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; and make myself even half of what I know she deserves.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; She has more potential now,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; than I can ever hope to see in myself in my entire life.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; I've changed my life,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; and my ways around her,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; trying to better myself.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; I try to do whatever she would ask of me,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; but you see,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; changes come oh so difficult to me.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; I care for her more than I can make my words say.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; For her I live,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; day by night,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; day by day,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;big&gt; by day.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-6712435373659038535?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/6712435373659038535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=6712435373659038535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/6712435373659038535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/6712435373659038535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-be-shoulder-you-can-lie-on.html' title=''/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-5960451200518316615</id><published>2009-09-24T08:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:32:58.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 330</title><content type='html'>It's been 330 days without her. Tough it may be, I shall carrying on living, and continue waiting. As always, I've got nothing on to do, really. No job, no money, no friends who are free... what can I do all alone? Movies and movies, I'm really getting sick of this style of living. Even my wheelchair-bound neighbour is having a better life than I am. Maybe... Just maybe, I'm reluctant to step out and take a look, because couples are everywhere. And really, just looking at people holding hands remind me of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Without you, I'd rather remain a bachelor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-5960451200518316615?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/5960451200518316615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=5960451200518316615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/5960451200518316615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/5960451200518316615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-330.html' title='Day 330'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-7524296815779660170</id><published>2009-09-24T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T03:54:31.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm waiting, still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/jD1TKBQvIxM&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/jD1TKBQvIxM&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=382058&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/elliott_yamin/' target='_blank'&gt;Elliott Yamin lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/elliott_yamin/wait_for_you.html' target='_blank'&gt;Wait For You lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-7524296815779660170?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/7524296815779660170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=7524296815779660170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/7524296815779660170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/7524296815779660170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-waiting-still.html' title='I&apos;m waiting, still.'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-7120443762825968704</id><published>2009-09-17T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:43:45.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going crazy. 24/7 facing my bedroom walls...the more i look at 'em, the more i feel like going head-on at 'em. I need an escapade. Cooping myself up just makes my mind wonder, and think about some stuff, stuff which i shouldn't even be thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I need a different life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-7120443762825968704?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/7120443762825968704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=7120443762825968704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/7120443762825968704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/7120443762825968704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-6766127623545119830</id><published>2009-09-17T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:21:41.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>Can someone get me out of this FUCKING, ROTTING HOUSE?&lt;br /&gt;I just need some people to call me out, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have been boring, especially after she left my side.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get a job, no one to hang out with... ROT, ROT, ROT! EH FUCK ON ME!&lt;br /&gt;GET A LIFE?! YEAH, LOOK! I'M TRYING. TRYING TO GET A LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;Its seems so hard to just even find someone to go out with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-6766127623545119830?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/6766127623545119830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=6766127623545119830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/6766127623545119830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/6766127623545119830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/09/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-8011424282605754195</id><published>2009-09-13T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:38:28.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celine Dion - Because you loved me lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/9CkKuA86Mis&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/9CkKuA86Mis&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=3842&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/celine_dion/' target='_blank'&gt;Celine Dion lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/celine_dion/because_you_loved_me.html' target='_blank'&gt;Because You Loved Me lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-8011424282605754195?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/8011424282605754195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=8011424282605754195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/8011424282605754195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/8011424282605754195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/09/celine-dion-because-you-loved-me-lyrics.html' title='Celine Dion - Because you loved me lyrics'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-4463505665477323614</id><published>2009-08-30T02:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:54:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because you loved me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ad day. Rot, rot, rot. I planned everything with you in. Without you, life has been stagnant. One year has past but I'm still waiting. I can wait forever. "&lt;em&gt;Letting go is another way to love&lt;/em&gt;" Yeah, I understand. But promise me one last thing - Don't forget me, don't remove me from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights for a year now. How can I sleep with my pillow wet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-4463505665477323614?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/4463505665477323614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=4463505665477323614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/4463505665477323614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/4463505665477323614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/08/b-ad-day.html' title='because you loved me.'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-2503000338341178232</id><published>2009-08-23T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:56:17.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live life</title><content type='html'>"Weixuan, cheer up!" I get that everyday. What's there to cheer up for? Rot at home in front of a laptop? Looking at old photos? Thinking about weird stuff that I shouldn't even be thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really cheer up if I could, but I just can't. Some things just cling onto you, you can't forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you won't come to my blog, but I'll still post this. Looking at the time right now, I realised that its been a year, exactly 365 days, since it all happened. I went to your house to meet you. We went to your room, chatted and I fell asleep. When I woke up, you were looking at me, clinging onto my arm. I looked at you and smiled. The first thing you said was, "Baby, you look so cute when you're asleep." My reply was, "Darling, I love you." And you followed, "Will our love last forever?" I replied, "Yes, definitely!" I'm almost too sure of one thing - you have forgotten about this. We might not be together, you can have a guy, your love for me is not there, but I will continue to love, care and think of you. From the day I told you I love you, I knew it'd be forever. I know it. Baby, I will wait for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-2503000338341178232?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/2503000338341178232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=2503000338341178232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/2503000338341178232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/2503000338341178232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/08/live-life.html' title='Live life'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-2971580577787114624</id><published>2009-07-13T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:26:24.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>The colossal misunderstanding of our time is the assumption that insight will work with people who are unmotivated to change. Communication does not depend on syntax, or eloquence, or rhetoric, or articulation but on the emotional context in which the message is being heard. People can only hear you when they are moving toward you, and they are not likely to when your words are pursuing them. Even the choices words lose their power when they are used to overpower. Attitudes are the real figures of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic thing is that everyone wants happiness, no one wants suffering. And happiness mainly comes from our own attitude, rather than from external factors. If your own mental attitude is correct, even if you remain in a hostile atmosphere, you feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;The remarkable thing is that we really love our loved ones as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers. Then, without realizing it, you try to improve yourself at the start of each new day; of course, you achieve quite a lot in the course of time. Anyone can do this, it costs nothing and is certainly very helpful. Whoever doesn't know it must learn and find by experience that a quiet conscience makes one strong. Everything can be taken from a man but ... the last of the human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.&lt;br /&gt;And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest discovery of our generation is that human beings can alter their lives by altering their attitudes of mind. As you think, so shall you be.&lt;br /&gt;So is cheerfulness, or a good temper, the more it is spent, the more remains. To succeed, we must first believe that we can; To fly, we have to have resistance. You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself one. If you think you can, you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-2971580577787114624?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/2971580577787114624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=2971580577787114624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/2971580577787114624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/2971580577787114624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/07/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-7865315873659867177</id><published>2009-07-10T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:10:47.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, TAMMIE ASKED MT TO BLOG! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;We're all mad~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;MAD MAD MAD~ HA HA HA~muahahahhahahahahahhahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ah~ 17th July hor~ at Yishun Safra hor, gt this person ah...dont know who what weixuan ah...he want to celebrate his birthday sia.&lt;br /&gt;ALL COME THROW CAKE AT HIM AH! nono i mean...ALL COME THROW PRESENTS AT HIM AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-reality check-&lt;br /&gt;I want her to turn up, I really hope she would.&lt;br /&gt;Having not seen her for such a long time, I wonder how she really is doing.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is all I can do. The wait might last forever, but I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping is all there is to it. The light of hope will be there in my heart, forever it shall shine.&lt;br /&gt;Life's like that...full of hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-7865315873659867177?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/7865315873659867177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=7865315873659867177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/7865315873659867177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/7865315873659867177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/07/firstly-tammie-asked-mt-to-blog-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-5906519970097575586</id><published>2009-07-01T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:52:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world is filled with love, love of all kinds - friendships, kinships and affection. Without love, what would become of mankind?&lt;br /&gt;It is love towards our country and families that countries started to attack other countries. They were afraid that other countries would attack them and pose a threat to their families. It is also love that made the people defend their countries and fight back.&lt;br /&gt;The world is filled with love. Everything can be explained with love. People are happy as they feel loved. People also feel sad when are don't feel love.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, love is the reason for everything, also the reason why we're living - to love and feel loved&lt;br /&gt;Its just amazing how love can be the cause of every single thing on this planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-5906519970097575586?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/5906519970097575586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=5906519970097575586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/5906519970097575586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/5906519970097575586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/07/world-is-filled-with-love-love-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-1223757597703575357</id><published>2009-03-14T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:41:21.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life on the planet is born of woman. All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out. Life is rather like a tin of sardines - we're all of us looking for the key. And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a chance to grow a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself. People living deeply have no fear of death. Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back. Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile. Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a process. We are a process. The universe is a process.&lt;br /&gt;How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.&lt;br /&gt;A good life is a main argument. What everyone wants from life is continuous and genuine happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My candle burns at both its ends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It will not last the night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But oh, my foes, and oh, my friends -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It gives a lovely light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If I can stop one heart from breaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I shall not live in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If I can ease one life the aching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Or cool one pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Or help one fainting robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Unto his nest again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I shall not live in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Love and desire and hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I think they have no portion in us after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We pass the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;They are not long, the days of wine and roses;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Out of a misty dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Our path emerges for a while, then closes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Within a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tell me not, in mournful numbers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Life is but an empty dream! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Life is real! Life is earnest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And the grave is not its goal; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dust thou art; to dust returnest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Was not spoken of the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I've looked at life from both sides now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;From win and lose and still somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It's life's illusions I recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I really don't know life at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-1223757597703575357?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/1223757597703575357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=1223757597703575357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/1223757597703575357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/1223757597703575357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-on-planet-is-born-of-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-8346391645488247380</id><published>2009-03-14T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:27:07.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norbert Capek</title><content type='html'>It is worthwhile to live and fight courageously for sacred ideals.&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O blow ye evil winds into my body's fire, my soul you'll never unravel.&lt;br /&gt;Even though disappointed a thousand times or fallen in the fight and everything would worthless seem,&lt;br /&gt;I have lived amidst eternity -&lt;br /&gt;-Be grateful, my soul -&lt;br /&gt;-My life was worth living.&lt;br /&gt;He who was pressed from all sides but remained victorious in spirit is welcomed into the choir of heroes.&lt;br /&gt;He who overcame the fetters giving wings to his mindis entering into the golden age of the victorious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-8346391645488247380?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/8346391645488247380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=8346391645488247380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/8346391645488247380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/8346391645488247380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/03/nadine-stair.html' title='Norbert Capek'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-1595055267375279223</id><published>2009-02-25T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:33:41.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quite fun the last few days, other than the rain that is.&lt;br /&gt;-Made some new friends (glad to do so)&lt;br /&gt;-Listened to Pam's  grudges (hey, don't stop doing that yeah? im totally fine with it)&lt;br /&gt;-L4D with yj, edwin, and ye (we seriously have no coordination)&lt;br /&gt;-Hanged out with ye &amp;amp; carol last night (that was so...NOT cool)&lt;br /&gt;-Thought of...her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tough, but I have to hang on. There's nothing left for me to do. Wait, is all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Tough as it may be, it will all become sweet. That, is what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;Even those salty teardrops, they will all turn sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love thee,&lt;br /&gt;I love but thee&lt;br /&gt;With a love that shall not die&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun grows cold,&lt;br /&gt;And the stars grow old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-1595055267375279223?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/1595055267375279223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=1595055267375279223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/1595055267375279223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/1595055267375279223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/02/quite-fun-last-few-days-other-than-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-4206411217271191282</id><published>2009-02-18T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:03:41.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upcoming chalet :O</title><content type='html'>OH gosh. Wednesday already.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Saturday to come(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-4206411217271191282?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/4206411217271191282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=4206411217271191282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/4206411217271191282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/4206411217271191282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/02/upcoming-chalet-o.html' title='upcoming chalet :O'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-6544354700496725878</id><published>2009-02-18T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:02:30.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/13/132304.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/13/132304.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done this just awhile ago. =x&lt;br /&gt;You should try it out too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-6544354700496725878?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/6544354700496725878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=6544354700496725878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/6544354700496725878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/6544354700496725878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/02/urlhttpx3tsukiko.html' title=''/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-2250606674163475229</id><published>2009-02-18T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:29:02.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life's like that. Things just don't go the way you want. Some people wanna get stuck somewhere, while others wanna break free. While some people wanna shower a person with love, others just don't wanna bask in love. What is love? Can it be seen? Can it be felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling numb. The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for. Do you have them all? Maybe most people do.&lt;br /&gt;I have someone I love. I have something I hope for. I have something I should do, but I'm not doing. Perhaps its because I know it will be futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hold it true, whate'er befall; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel it, when I sorrow most; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Tis better to have loved and lost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than never to have loved at all.&lt;/em&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/5904001591631863721-2250606674163475229?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/2250606674163475229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=2250606674163475229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/2250606674163475229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/2250606674163475229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifes-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</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-5904001591631863721.post-3456511995692020689</id><published>2009-02-17T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:55:52.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New look, new life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, time flies.&lt;br /&gt;I've reached a point whereby things can only start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it'd be better if I had given up on certain things, but I'll perservere, till my last breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a new meaning - await judgement to befall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the wait begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5904001591631863721-3456511995692020689?l=awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/feeds/3456511995692020689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5904001591631863721&amp;postID=3456511995692020689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/3456511995692020689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5904001591631863721/posts/default/3456511995692020689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaiting-judgement.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-look-new-life.html' title='New look, new life.'/><author><name>OinkOink♥MeowMeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360475475345935226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
