<?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-30799823</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:17:51.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my existence is insignificant...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30799823.post-115806811638656165</id><published>2006-09-12T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:42:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Pure Crap~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of days never blog le, and what can I say? The holidays wasted, lots of revision undone, the exams looming nearer, and I'm hooked to Maplestory again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be a happy day, ruined by some people at the end of the day, never mind I shan't mention it and surprisingly I was super happy when I walked to the bus stop with Kian Hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both walked and talked, theoretically, it was me who does all the talking, I talked and talked and talked and talked and TALKED about all manners of things, hahaha, never talked so much in my life, I simply LUV talking! We non-stoply talked while waiting for my bus while he proceeded to walk home o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 22062212 : You know how I used to say that there is no fate between us, its so freakin true, like what happen after school on Monday?...stupid bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter whom you are with&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter where you are going&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I'm still waiting here for you&lt;br /&gt;And pray for you&lt;br /&gt;In the sunny days, Sun will light your day&lt;br /&gt;In the windy days, winds will lead your way&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, you're my treasure moments&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna walk away&lt;br /&gt;In the rainy days, rains will share my tears&lt;br /&gt;In the stormy days, storms will steal my pain&lt;br /&gt;Just go your way and leave things all behind&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretending your mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing you'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;The moments we share never die&lt;br /&gt;You've made a difference to my life&lt;br /&gt;And let me realise&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I get&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop treating me like an invsible person. Thx.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115806811638656165?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115806811638656165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115806811638656165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115806811638656165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115806811638656165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/09/pure-crap.html' title='Pure Crap'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30799823.post-115704151106666716</id><published>2006-09-01T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:46:31.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Rhapsody~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Im back! Miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, from the err dead tagboard, I presume that nobody have been visiting this place for some time. =( Just like what I've promised, when my problem's solved, I will be back! &lt;s&gt;Actually my problems have already been solved long ago, its just Im too lazy XD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week or so have been a blur, some highlights included 4 pathetic people going to Jocelyns house to watch Saw 2, not bad actually! Schools is still as boring as usual, and with my Chinese and Biology tests flunging, haiz, what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND MY PARENTS FOUND OUT OF MY FORGERY OF TESTS...IM SO SCREWED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Teacher's Day, not that interesting and fun, the spirits for our class wasnt that high or enthusiastic as the other classes, oh well, give us another year, and hopefully by next year, everything will be much more fun yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhapsody of a Rainy Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking out of the dreaded place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giving shifty looks all around&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that nobody will notice you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you have turned invisible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few people that you hardly talk to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decided to join them you did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking to the place where the boats arrive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Groups around you, eyes turn envious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of people you knew where there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots and Lots and LOTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What an embarassing moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What an embarassing moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lone gal that you knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nonchalant to her surroundings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How is she able to do this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must also learn this someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four among the group left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Influential they were not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sniggered to yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at least there were four&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interested in the conversations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really wanted to join them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But will they accept you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I dont think so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boat finally arrived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One by one we all got up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sat alone I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With no one to talk to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A proposition aimed at me was made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But must I sink to that low a level&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I refuse to admit defeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refuse to admit defeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boat ride ended &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two by two the departed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tried hard to avoid their gaze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you wanted to be noticed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One said bye you smiled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The second one you ignored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The third one made you happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fourth one made you beam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The journey has just begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How will the chapters unfold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is up to the hands of someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All consequences he shall bear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more no more he begged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more no more he begged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more for next year&lt;br /&gt;Drastic actions have to be made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;End&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I go up or descend down? That I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115704151106666716?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115704151106666716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115704151106666716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115704151106666716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115704151106666716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/09/rhapsody.html' title='Rhapsody'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115632619418408926</id><published>2006-08-23T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:43:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Bad News~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, let me tell you all that these few days have been an emotionally challenging one for me, which is well, lets just say that I didnt want them to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some bad news, very bad news for the readers of my blogs, which I doubt exist. I have decided to abandon my blog, the virtual world, and focus more on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;world. I might come back when my problems are finally solved, be it 1 day, 10 days, or 100 days, or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he starts talking to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she forgives me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they finally accept me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the good ol' days are back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything is in order,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I can truly be happy again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When this blog will finally see the daylight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Farewell, I wish that I can be back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115632619418408926?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115632619418408926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115632619418408926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115632619418408926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115632619418408926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115616086734267374</id><published>2006-08-21T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:08:23.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog, Cat and Rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Dog, Cat and Rat~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, todays PCCG was quite fun, I was sitting with Patricia and singing like bobos, stopping temporarily due to the disturbances of a creature whos name feared by none, Ms Form Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Pat this cute story, and to my amazement, she understood it! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, its about this UBER cute story about a dog, cat and rat which was SUPER cute yet EVIL at the same time, as it involves erm, talking bad stuffs about other people. Haha! Cute &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wanted to post the story but decided against it for fear of incurring someone's wrath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, my spirit for blogging is getting diminished by the days, haiz, maybe blogging is just plain &lt;em&gt;boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, for those sitting near me, you must have found out of my leaky pens, ahha, I finally found out that it was my pencilbox that was SOAKED, yes literally SOAKED in ink! GARH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go cut my hair &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPIKE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with KF and SJ this thursday, keke prepare to see the transformation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115616086734267374?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115616086734267374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115616086734267374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115616086734267374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115616086734267374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/dog-cat-and-rat.html' title='Dog, Cat and Rat'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115599811853075377</id><published>2006-08-19T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T11:50:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Friends~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who exactly are your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure you all dont go around asking people "Are you my friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the person ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that accompany you every recess down your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that give you a birthday present your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that always says hi in the morning to you your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that lend you his/her homework to copy your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that never fails to cheer you up your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that always bully you your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the countless questions follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also quite hard to make friends these days, and Im sure you dont go around looking and sounding like a moron by saying, "Hey can we be friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can you make friends with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person sitting next to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who travel with you to school every morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who has the same CCA as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who have the same hobbies as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list continues on and on and on, neverending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you my friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115599811853075377?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115599811853075377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115599811853075377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115599811853075377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115599811853075377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115590161717794869</id><published>2006-08-18T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:46:58.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Summary~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay peepz, a quick quick summary of these 3 busy BUSY days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On wednesday, we had this Physics MCQ test, which was crappy, and nothing else to elaborate on that day le, keke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On thursday, we had this &lt;em&gt;killer&lt;/em&gt; Chinese test, and I freaking couldnt finish on time, oh well, Im so prepared to fail it anyways, and some stealing thing happened in our school, but Im not that sure about who and why he did it, so its best no to comment so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end of the day, I wanted to chiong home to mug bio test, but the &lt;em&gt;jian &lt;/em&gt;me decided to wait for someone to provide me with bio answers! I hope no teachers see this, but I got a disclaimer, so Im perfectly safe! KEKEKE! I then went home with another person, and I literally told her all the answers, haha, Im nice I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On friday, which is today, we had Biology test, which was on first impression, a breeze, as I had like 75% of the questions, but I realised that some of my answers were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WRONG!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=(((((((((((((&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I forget, I also told another person like all the questions today morning, and he just msned me saying that he will fail the test, like WTH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, today I was quite happy as I just realised that I have mastered the art of bullshitting and improvisation. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lalala Lalala Lalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115590161717794869?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115590161717794869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115590161717794869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115590161717794869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115590161717794869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/summary.html' title='Summary'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115564296283310817</id><published>2006-08-15T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:03:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Hiatus~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez, this will be a short post, as I gotta run study for my Physics test, or quiz, or whatever. Went to Candice house, with Agnes, Hong Wen and Jonathan Teo today, quite crazy and fun, oh well, guess Ill blog about it another time, if I feel like it that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To someone, I wasnt angry at you, I just wanted to ... Haha. Keep the sweets coming though, love them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the incoming tests and overloading pile of undone homework, I have decided to stop blogging for a while, at least until to the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasnt angry AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115564296283310817?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115564296283310817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115564296283310817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115564296283310817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115564296283310817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115555996152849933</id><published>2006-08-14T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:52:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Kindness~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School day was normal as usual, except that I was extremely happy today! But Im not telling you bratz the reason haha! And Ken Leong scolded us!=(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was where the drama starts, lots of running around up and down, I went down to photocopy some thing for LEONARD, and was desperately looking for PATRICIA, I ran back up before photocopying as I had news that shes sneaking out! GRR! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach the 3rd spiral staircase, I spotted her lamely hiding in the &lt;em&gt;obvious&lt;/em&gt; corner, and shouted her, literally knelt down on the floor to beg her, lucky I got up fast enough, as Mr Clubs and 2 of his bratty friends pass by. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind me helped Jasvin's group film one short short scene, which involves standing gayly near to LEONARD, eww, you bratties better put a special thanks at the end of the film to credit my hard work and &lt;em&gt;professional&lt;/em&gt; acting! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain someone, you better apologise to me until I shuang for taking my portfolio before I start to dao and refuse speaking to you forever. Im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, pat, leo and me went to leo's house, the boliao bigmouth me pointed to the incoming taxi as we exited the gate, and we just hopped on, and they cheated me of my $5!!! Evil mean PIG, yes you Leonard. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We filmed some scenes there, watched leo got owned at DoTA, keep saying the very nice statement of, 'ni de blog bu gou &lt;em&gt;elegant&lt;/em&gt; you mei you' and sipped a few sips of a very nice drink, lol. Just realized that leo is a rich kia, the clothes he wear at home also very presentable de wor! Me and pat then went home together talking and chatting like no one cared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you brats who had noticed and wondering why the title of this entry is Kindness, its because of something obviously! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that sometimes, I feel that Im too nice too some people, not only you 22062212, Im also quite nice to other people, its just that, when I need help sometime, will they be as willing to lend me a helping hand? They even abuse my help and keep asking me for more and more stuffs. Maybe, just maybe, Im just &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ming tian ni yao yue wo? Xian hao hao fan xing yi xia ba!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115555996152849933?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115555996152849933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115555996152849933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115555996152849933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115555996152849933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/kindness.html' title='Kindness'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115548051683618874</id><published>2006-08-13T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:48:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogskin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~New Blogskin~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Finally changed my blogskin, complements to Leonard aka Solistice, and Siang Yee, haha a big fat thanks to them, my blog looks SO much more personalized now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to post le... Keke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115548051683618874?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115548051683618874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115548051683618874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115548051683618874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115548051683618874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-blogskin.html' title='New Blogskin'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115539373842851602</id><published>2006-08-12T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:42:18.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Question~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just asked me this question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say to me if Ive only got 15 more seconds in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered that person, which is confidential of course. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him back , he replied with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your kindness can scale that of a mountain, but too bad it's wasted. Goodbye, I value our friendship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im asking you boliao people who read my blog the same question. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag at my board your answers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115539373842851602?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115539373842851602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115539373842851602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115539373842851602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115539373842851602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115531625998506152</id><published>2006-08-12T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T18:40:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confrontation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Confrontation~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mymy, what a day, it has been quite a long day, with 2 'battles' with a certain insignificant person, oh well I must admit that you won me fair and square, well done! Dont get too cocky though, Ill improve and maybe we can fight again some other time, no hard feelings eh! Just a game, &lt;em&gt;friendship&lt;/em&gt; is more important than winning or losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that even though I had lost, I didn't know so many people actually support me, liked me, maybe I was living in an unidealised world where I think everyone are big fat evil piggies! Lol! Especially today during recess, ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a message to 2 people, you know who you are la! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the first person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, sorry I let you down yah! You placed so much hope in me, tried to guide me all the way, but sadly I failed, I know you must have been really dissapointed in me, but oh well, guess thats life, you win some and you lose some. Its just that, I know that haiz... nvm, got so much to tell you, but guess this isn't the place eh, ahaha thanks for introducing to me such a nice nice nice friend. All in all, THANKS YOU RAWK &lt;3! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill prove XiaoboyboY wrong yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the second person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi! Haha, fine I admit I got no iniative, oh well, guess we no fate to watch fireworks together but its always you who ask me de mah, ahah maybe Ill be more proactive ba, keke! Sorry la just now I quite nonchalant, but I was quite sad and moody, hee hee! I got 2 lines to tell you ya, dun cry I know its dam touching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you, whether you take me as a friend or not, I just want to tell you that I have always treasure our friendship, its all up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank you for your concern, but hopefully you'll understand my feelings, some things are just best kept private eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this post! Yipee! Its 1 am and Im hyper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The battle is lost, but the war is won.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115531625998506152?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115531625998506152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115531625998506152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115531625998506152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115531625998506152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/confrontation.html' title='Confrontation'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115520866327338739</id><published>2006-08-10T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:43:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Super Thursday~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a great day! I shall narrate what happened to me today so that you bored people can indulge in my fun! Bwaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It first started with me reaching the school hostel to do our filming at around 11am, and only Yuchen, Shunjie and Adeline was there, we cant do anything, since we only have a batteryless camera, and thus we wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, doing some gaying and act cuting around as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shunjie decided to fetch Patricia from the bus stop for fear of her being lost, and she took a different route, causing us to miss her and make a waste trip. Smart. We then started folding our paper cranes, and I have to admit Im &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at origami, I only managed to fold 1 successful crane, for the rest, I folded until a certain step and gave Pat to finish off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Pat then decided to go KFC to take away for the rest of us, and we went there together with a bunch of 3Fs, theres this girl which provides me with a &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;bad impression, haha, when I ask Pat, she also think the same! We then returned to the hostel to gobble up our food, thats when Sieu Ping came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a total waste of 3 hours? We at first wanted to film the hostel scene before continuing at Bugis, but we then decided to straightly go to Bugis, that was already around 3pm, and I have another movie outing with someone at 4pm !!! HOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Bugis, I called Leonard whether we can use his house, he said OK, so nice of him right, we used like once his house liao, and he isnt even in our group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Bugis, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is where the trouble begun, we found out that our current memory card can only film 8 more seconds, and a frenzy of calling to Kian Hong, Kuei Fu, Ivan Hu begin,&lt;br /&gt;I was quite stressed as the whole group decided to go back to hostel to transfer our data and do some filming there but I promise someone to go watch movie with her. Smart me called the person who is watching movie with me whether she got a SD card, and miracles do happen! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came, she hand over the SD card and we went to watch My Super Ex-Girlfriend, Iwas wanting to watch Tokyo Drift due to someones strong recommendation, but oh well! That crazy bimbo even suggested we sneak into the movie See No Evil, which is bloody NC16, and im a guai gia worx! In the movie, she keep repeating 8 people 1 psychotic killer, yadayada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of this movie was &lt;em&gt;highly &lt;/em&gt;unrealistic, there were quite humour here and there though. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;At the end of the movie though, I thought that it was not that bad a movie though, highly recommended I must say! I liked it, so if you guys took my word and think it sux, dun blame me! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of the vulgarities, some wu liao sex scenes and &lt;em&gt;nudity &lt;/em&gt;present in this movie though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just rawked! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Euu areee shooo bimbozz worrxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115520866327338739?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115520866327338739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115520866327338739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115520866327338739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115520866327338739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/super-thursday.html' title='Super Thursday'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115513101147837794</id><published>2006-08-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:19:48.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Realisation~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My judgement have erred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been blind, treating the angels as devils, and the devils as angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; of being treated like this, &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; of being treated all nice and stuff when people need me, and my usefulness have been used up, they just chuck me to one side, and after some time, they treat me nicely all over again, just to use me again, and the process repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired. Stop treating me like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;spare tyre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115513101147837794?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115513101147837794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115513101147837794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115513101147837794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115513101147837794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/realisation.html' title='Realisation'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115504602741370695</id><published>2006-08-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:10:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~National Day Celebration~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my... what a day. I shall start with describing the things that happened in school. We first had this &lt;em&gt;very nice&lt;/em&gt; concert which I cant be bothered to mention, except for the fact that Eva sings well! Ms Form Teacher gave me a &lt;em&gt;late &lt;/em&gt;birthday present, dont think of bribing me with some cheap stuff wor! But Im happy, so thx! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WON THE MASCOT AWARD YAY!!! SHUNJIE WAS HAWT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite apprehensive lor, not really sure where to go after the whole celebration, whether anyone wants me. =( Haha! But my guardian angel Taupok asked me whether want to go Justus house and be crazy, and I accepted. YAY! YAY! YAY! &lt;s&gt;Its so much better than hanging with 4 losers riteee =)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of it! Lets talk about the fun fun stuff! Me, Agnes, Huan Jun, George and Justus decided to go to Justus house, but halfway George left us for no known reason, most probably he left us as he felt left out, I understand that feeling, and I really regret that I didnt make him more like a family. &lt;em&gt;Its sad to be left out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the way to the 30 bus stop, something &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; memorable happened, for some unknown reason, pardon my short-term memory, HJ unzipped his pants, flashed his underwear literally in front of us, resulting in a traumatised Agnes and crazy Justus and nonchalant me! LOL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite shocked at the 30 bus stop, when I saw an ostracised guy going somewhere with his friend to have lunch I presume? SO SWEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the bus trips, we were playing cards for the first one, and we were &lt;em&gt;HIGH!&lt;/em&gt; Lurve and missed that kind of feeling! During the 2nd one, my gay nature started to permeate the air again, causing me to subconsciously try to open Agnes skirt and shirt, overall it was dam funny =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarise what happen during the around 5 hours of his house, let me narrate some words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE!&lt;br /&gt;MINI VITASOY!&lt;br /&gt;MAGGIE MEE!&lt;br /&gt;HORNY MUSIC -.-&lt;br /&gt;SOME NARUTO PS2 GAME&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF US GETTING HIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day, finally the day, where I laughed so happily, gayed so gayly, did the things I wanted to do, doing all these stuffs. &lt;em&gt;Without a mask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some highness, me HJ and Agnes left the house, HJ accompinied both of us to wait for the bus, while his bus is the opposite one, we had lots of fun there, especially seeing Agnes getting tortured and make swears of LOO CHOO MUI and WONG FEE MIN as her mother and father -.- LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx to Justus for his kind and generous hospitality, Agnes for her constant highness, and HJ for his company to the bus stop &lt;s&gt;and horny music.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a tide, life has its low and highs, live with it, and pray for the high tide to overturn the low one.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/30799823-115504602741370695?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115504602741370695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115504602741370695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115504602741370695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115504602741370695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-celebration.html' title='National Day Celebration'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115496073918633397</id><published>2006-08-07T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:25:40.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Armageddon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Armageddon~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the whole world suddenly crashing on you? The troubles just keep coming, the frustrations wont ever left you, the burden just wont lighten itself. Its just that, I did my best, I already did my fucking best, I put in all my effort, and what did I get in the end? A fucking piece of shit, all my efforts wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care, let the whole world come crashing down, I used to desperately hung on, trying to hold on as long as I could, as I naively thought that help will be on the way, someone will save me. I was wrong, your daily fairy tales will never happen, guess Im tired of waiting, its the time to just let go. The world doesnt really need me anyway, Im just extra, invisible, an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life has to go on...without me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115496073918633397?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115496073918633397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115496073918633397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115496073918633397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115496073918633397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/armageddon.html' title='Armageddon'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115494811742085863</id><published>2006-08-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:55:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Society~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every society, theres always a leader, or quite a number of leaders, and the rest of followers. Like what my beloved EX-form teacher of 2 years used to say, you either be a leader, follower, or &lt;em&gt;terrorist&lt;/em&gt; =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a leader is effective, the whole society will be ran well, everything will go smoothly, and with everyone united as one mind, the country will prosper and progress as one. On the other hand, if the leader is ineffective, an imbecile, its hard for the country to move together, this happens in most cases, remember Animal Farm? Power corrupts! Power corrupts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another case, the leader is trying hard to control his followers, while the followers just wont cooperate, rendering the leader helpess, this problem can be easily solved by changing his leading ways. He can be more domineering, but it might also backfire, if the followers strike a rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for some randomness, a message to 3 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone : Your sudden ordering and dominating nature has permeated the air, and youre making me more and more disrespect you, stop it before I become evil =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone : Your sudden spark might bring new life to this old stagnant society, what you said today rawks yea! Hope your enthusiasm doesnt die off so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To myself : You just let another good oppurtunity miss, these rare chances dont come so easily, Im dissapointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When are we going to watch fireworks? LOL XD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115494811742085863?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115494811742085863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115494811742085863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115494811742085863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115494811742085863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/society.html' title='Society'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115486518979966690</id><published>2006-08-06T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:59:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Bugis~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard, Ivan Hu, Ting Hui and me went to bugis to supposedly buy a red shirt so that we have something nice to wear for the upcoming National Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked walked walked, and yet walked again, the first part of they day was crappy, lots of time wasted, with nothing bought. When we went to Bugis Street courtesy of Iron Hydroxide, they bought their own shirts, while I didn't buy any =( because I already got one red shirt mah! KekeX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirt quality there not bad la, if I got one whole day, I can stay there and slowly go from one shop to one shop, but the guys were quite rushed, and they only pay attention to red shirts -.- The quality of the red shirts there quite sukky la, except for one which Leonard bought, actually I also want, but not that as despo as him, then give him lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, actually I never buy anything because I saving for a nice nice slingbag, that place also sell alot, anyone free to accompany me slowly choose? Hee Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a flower, it blooms to its fullest potential midway before wilting pathetically at night. *If you understand this, I call you SHEN*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115486518979966690?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115486518979966690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115486518979966690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115486518979966690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115486518979966690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/bugis.html' title='Bugis'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115479898327317664</id><published>2006-08-06T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:32:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~What If...~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I wasnt born to this world, will my absence make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I hadn't come to Singapore, will my life still be this enriching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had entered a different primary school, will my friends be a totally different group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had studied harder for my PSLE, will I be in the same school as them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I hadnt gone to 1i/2i, will I be what I am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I hadnt sat with Eva for 1 year, will I still be this sociable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had cherished our friendship more, will we still be good friends like last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I hadnt entered 3c, will I be happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I hadnt sat with Leonard for those 3 months, will I still change to be the me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I hadnt gone to Canberra, will my eyes still be as big as now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i hadnt sat with Ivan, will our relationship improve to be like now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had gone to watch Tokyo Drift today, will I still regret it like now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of What if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be an asshat and insist that everything that you have done is the correct thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I hadnt met you, or you, or even you?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115479898327317664?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115479898327317664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115479898327317664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115479898327317664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115479898327317664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-if_06.html' title='What If'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115476514611474920</id><published>2006-08-05T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:06:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Regret~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had an experience where you had made a decision and after an hour or so, you come to regret it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have, just now actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now. I regret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115476514611474920?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115476514611474920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115476514611474920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115476514611474920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115476514611474920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115469712545902318</id><published>2006-08-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:14:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends &amp; Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Friends &amp; Lies~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to blog about today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets first start with a rant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/starts RANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU MISS FORM TEACHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU TOO MR MATHS ASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP MAKING MY LIFE HELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ends RANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Despite all these, I felt happy today, I felt normal, human, despite something retarded, moronic, abnormal that I did at around 2-3pm KeKe! Im so not going to post it here, lest people think Im some freako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I finally realised that making friends is a process that is &lt;em&gt;vital&lt;/em&gt; in your life. It is much more important than money, academics, and even ticky tocky time! I sacrificed around 1 hour today just to improve my relationship with someone! Hee Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I &lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt; detest being lied on. Let me give you a classic example! A only tells me that he had thrased B in a fight, and A only told me that, without telling me of the fact that B was injured before hand. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being lied is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a good feeling. The first time I find out that you have lied to me, I will not immediately confront you, I will just give you a few more days grace, and prayed day and night that you will tell me the truth. If you still didnt do any action, dont blame me for my sudden coldness towards you. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying isnt such a big thing, I myself have told countless of lies before, but after some days, there will be a pricky feeling in me. That is called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;conscience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I will then proceed to the person I lied to and tell him the truth, he might still be angry at me, I dont really care, but at least I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying to me wont get you killed, or daoed for your whole life, Im a nice guy ^_^. After a few days of cold war, everything will go back the same, so all those who have lied to me, tell me and confess the truth, it &lt;em&gt;wont&lt;/em&gt; hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes my post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone : More candies pls XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always thought that I was special, unique, different in your heart, but...False Hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115469712545902318?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115469712545902318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115469712545902318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115469712545902318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115469712545902318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends-lies.html' title='Friends &amp; Lies'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115460932804973246</id><published>2006-08-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:48:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandalous Couple. NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Scandalous Couple. NOT.~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez, school was normally as boring, except for some laugher pangs from the bottom right side of the class, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, Iron Hydroxide yue me to go home together, not to go to her house or my house, just walk together, because shun lu mah. yep! While we were walking walking, a 158 bus wheezed past us, I glance quickly, and found no familiar faces, or thats what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach my bus stop, she was with me since i inferred that her opposite 12 has just passed by. Lol. I recieved 2 smses by 2 bo liao people stating Scandalous Couple. Thx hor. Get a life please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her 12 arrived, I pei her run across, then she say my 14 come le, then I run back, so cute and fun lor!!! Nvm zi high. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this lame post with a poem, and to say to those 5 boliao people, that we only frenz worx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk back&lt;br /&gt;Deep in thought&lt;br /&gt;Walking step by step&lt;br /&gt;Trying to take it further&lt;br /&gt;When will my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;When will the day finally come&lt;br /&gt;When will I be happy&lt;br /&gt;These questions filled my head&lt;br /&gt;Facing the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;A drip of sweat runs down my head&lt;br /&gt;Of was it a tear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm...I dno what to put here...Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115460932804973246?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115460932804973246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115460932804973246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115460932804973246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115460932804973246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/scandalous-couple-not.html' title='Scandalous Couple. NOT.'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115453126322569380</id><published>2006-08-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:10:28.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Bad Day~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a BAD &lt;strong&gt;BAD &lt;em&gt;BAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; school day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins with our Physics teacher coming up to me with some conversation early in the morning, and our cheery converstaion ends in him saying that 'Im thinking of reporting this matter to your Level Mistress.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever.&lt;/em&gt; Hes nice during the elective btws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day continues with me getting back our Maths Test. I got 24/40! Hmm, not that happy, not that sad either. In an environment where the majority gets 30+, u wouldnt be that happy if your marks is erm, below average right! And our dear Maths teacher didnt even encourage me like he did to other students. &lt;em&gt;Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale has yet to come. While we were leaving the computer lab after bio, our &lt;em&gt;dear &lt;/em&gt;form teacher called me to her side, I knew something was coming, I just knew it! Our conversation was retarded, moronic and lame. It contains words like counselling, sensitive, boy, girl, BLA BLA, &lt;em&gt;watever&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Miss Form Teacher, I can bloody well solv my own problems, *which I dont think there is in this case* and I dont need your help. Thank you very much. Instead of spending too much time on me, you should in fact seek treatment for your high levels of cutey-smile hormone. Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it most when people try to think they understand me VERY well, when they like dont! I can very well solve my own problems, and if I need someone to share my burden with, I have my own confidantes, so those who are too free should just erm run along and mind their own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guai guai boi boi image is so ruined. I mean &lt;em&gt;SO &lt;/em&gt;ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LFPJJ! LFPJJ! LFPJJ!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115453126322569380?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115453126322569380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115453126322569380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115453126322569380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115453126322569380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115443568200509717</id><published>2006-08-01T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:34:56.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Crapz~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be greedy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for not giving up on me. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115443568200509717?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115443568200509717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115443568200509717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115443568200509717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115443568200509717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/08/crapz.html' title='Crapz'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115434628538568917</id><published>2006-07-31T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:48:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Resolution~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me great pain to write this blog entry, but I have come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP RUMOURING ONCE AND FOR ALL WHETHER DIRECTLY OR INDIRECTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process &lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt; be hard, but Im willing to accept the challenge. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all can be my witnesses, to give me a tight hard slap if i rumour, im &lt;em&gt;serious&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to be daoed, especially by you. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115434628538568917?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115434628538568917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115434628538568917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115434628538568917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115434628538568917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115427202867778929</id><published>2006-07-30T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:18:05.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloominess</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Gloominess~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes this sudden feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop being all nice all of a sudden, and so cold and nonchalant the next minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115427202867778929?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115427202867778929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115427202867778929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115427202867778929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115427202867778929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/gloominess.html' title='Gloominess'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115417466191585947</id><published>2006-07-29T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:34:46.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Boring Saturday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, today we were having some trip to some temples, which I sadly have forgotten, or theyre to insignificant to occupy space in my cram-filled brain. I shall skip all the boring part of walking here and there, looking here and there, acting enthusiastic here and there, and watever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, ivan hu, jiayao, th, kf and leo, were supposed to go to KFC together to eat, but leo pangsehed us by going to play bball with some brats, lol wdv. When we were on the way to KFC, kf was broke, and can only use ez-link, we still insist on KFC, causing him to go to Macs alone, I felt bad that time. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some chomping, tammy, zr, mingwei, xingdong, also came, we pangsehed tammy, lol, lucky got zr to accompany him if not he will be floating somewhere. Aww. And I met Iron hydroxide and sum of her frenz, including jiaqi n yiwei, she stalking me izit. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KF came back and we then played some truth or dare crap yet fun thingy, played with food? Lol. I started to notice that there are some sec 3s who actually &lt;em&gt;dared &lt;/em&gt;eating alone, if i were them, i rather &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt; than be seen eating alone in some fast food outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then saw &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. Seeing that he was alone buying food, I wanted to go over there to say &lt;em&gt;hi&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;im sorry&lt;/em&gt;. But. He went over to a few of his girl classmates, and, i let the matter past, haiz another chance passed, when will this hatchet be buried. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! I told a few people that Iron hydroxide likes a guy called BS. I think im dead, but wait a minute! Im already dead since the open house. =X LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending dunno how much time there, we went to the bus stop and go home lor! lol. We meet Iron hydroxide and grace, who were going to Ikea to aimlessly waste their life away. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that the friend are &lt;em&gt;friends &lt;/em&gt;with the devil, or thats what he say! =) *nvm if you dont understand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To someone : You cant have the best of both worlds, you wanted something to happen, yet you wont make an effort to make it happen, you dissapoint me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115417466191585947?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115417466191585947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115417466191585947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115417466191585947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115417466191585947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/boring-saturday.html' title='Boring Saturday'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115399441991204412</id><published>2006-07-27T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:00:57.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment, Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~True Enlightenment, Finally~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking to someone just now, and felt that his words carry lots of sense, I used to feel that the world is mine, everything that I want will come true, I foolishly thought that I lived in utopia, where everyone is happily smiling and kind towards one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I found out that I was wrong, very wrong. This world tend to be a cold place, devoid of warmth. There were many people who were evil and scheming, or that I used to &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt;. I used to hate lots of people, and only look at the most superficial of things, I feel that they should dissapear from the earth, and the world should only be for people who are nice and kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to be a backstabbing bitch, spreading rumours of every single human being that I hate, I started to wear a mask, to protect myself from the world, in fact, the only person that Im hurting is &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looking at people, I always see them in the most negative light, people always give you 100 impression points, and slowly deducting it everytime you did something bad against them, but for me, its the exact opposite. I give every single person near me 0 points, and they &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;to earn these points. Hard life huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is not as bad as you think of, if you can just look at things from different angles, people might have become to what they are due to certain circumstential reasons. It was an emotional roller coaster ride for me, getting hurt each time I see my enemy prosper, while I further sink to oblivion, clutching to climb up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone whom all 3Cians should know : Honestly, I admire you, I admire your boldness in being yourself, your principle in life had always been correct, being happy is of utmost importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long journey, and the last chapter have finally ended. Its time to move on and to start on another book, a brighter and more happy story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote this, a 'clunk' noise appeared beside me, to the girl who lent me her Macbeth, your wish had appeared sooner than you have ever expected, the mask had dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To someone, you might think that all these things might be fake, just some temporarily enlightenment, but believe me, its the things that Im thinking of now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115399441991204412?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115399441991204412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115399441991204412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115399441991204412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115399441991204412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/enlightenment-finally.html' title='Enlightenment, Finally.'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115392871992334987</id><published>2006-07-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:48:39.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Enlightenment~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After studying chem for only 1.5 hours, Im here to blog! Weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dont know what some strange reason, I now, sympathise with &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; Devil.&lt;br /&gt;The reasons I do not know, but maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Sudden enlightenment?&lt;br /&gt;Increase of compassion?&lt;br /&gt;Fear of being hated by him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The empathy for others, being able to put yourselves in the shoe of others?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah! Rubbish! Balderdash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because Ive a more hated enemy now. Lets call him X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im not saying who =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back to chem for another hour and so, and its snoozy time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! I just realised a Maths equation! X=XYZ. LOL!&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/30799823-115392871992334987?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115392871992334987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115392871992334987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115392871992334987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115392871992334987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115384261732244963</id><published>2006-07-25T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:54:11.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Tired~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd post of the day le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was blog hopping, I stumbled upon this girls blog, and we shared quite similar sentiments I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of always apologising.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of always defending myself.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; making the first move.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of all these.&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant people for once do things for me?&lt;br /&gt;I only want to try that feeling once&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not too much to ask for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go to sleep now, and pray that Ill never wake up to face this world anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired.Exhausted.Bushed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115384261732244963?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115384261732244963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115384261732244963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115384261732244963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115384261732244963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115384022463261873</id><published>2006-07-25T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:32:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Lonely soul</title><content type='html'>Cant sleep despite my sleepiness, thus leading to this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Confessions of a Lonely soul~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the song from the computer&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the cool night breeze&lt;br /&gt;Looking at other peoples blogs&lt;br /&gt;Doing all these wonderful things&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overwhelming of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Engulfs me&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many emotions welled up&lt;br /&gt;With no one to tell to.&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the people now&lt;br /&gt;When I need them most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there when she needed me&lt;br /&gt;I did everything he told me to&lt;br /&gt;I tried to change myself&lt;br /&gt;But what did I get in the end&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all these just illusions?&lt;br /&gt;Have I always been self-delusional?&lt;br /&gt;Disillusion me someone&lt;br /&gt;Quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make the correct choices?&lt;br /&gt;Had I made the right investments?&lt;br /&gt;Should I diversify the money?&lt;br /&gt;What should i do?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wrong have I done&lt;br /&gt;I tried to change myself&lt;br /&gt;I still failed in the end&lt;br /&gt;Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is by my side currently&lt;br /&gt;Im all alone now&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im crying now. Liberate my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115384022463261873?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115384022463261873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115384022463261873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115384022463261873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115384022463261873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/confessions-of-lonely-soul.html' title='Confessions of a Lonely soul'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115365660584900295</id><published>2006-07-23T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:34:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflect</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Reflect~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I will NEVER ever buy another soft toy for girls, because after countless SMSes and lots of time walking around, its the first toy that I saw... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER BRING MY PIG TOMORROW OR YOURE DEAD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of all these normal mundane stuff, the title of this entry is to &lt;em&gt;reflect&lt;/em&gt;, so erm lets reflect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that Im a selfish brat, who only cares for my own benefit, and ignores the feelings of others. Everytime I lose a friend, I always try to be self-delusional, and keeps thinking that its so-and-so who have snatched my friend away, and begins to nurse a hatred for him. And the real problem? &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 22062216, you were right, I had&lt;em&gt; never&lt;/em&gt; been a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, my nonchalant attitude have made me lose quite a number of friends I must say. When I need them, I expect them to be there for me, but have I ever been by their side when they need me? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of these friends might possibly become life-long friends, but, pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had missed away lots of countless oppurtunities, those times that people ask me out, I declined them, day after day, month after month, do they still ask me for outings? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to despair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes will be made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im losing them one by one, and soon Ill be left with none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115365660584900295?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115365660584900295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115365660584900295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115365660584900295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115365660584900295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/reflect.html' title='Reflect'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115355759205370882</id><published>2006-07-22T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:41:20.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Initiative</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Initiative~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like posting this, due to some inspiration from someones blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to find a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Just like I am finding one.&lt;br /&gt;We used to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;But what had happened?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had made the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; move.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;*prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good ol days. The good ol days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115355759205370882?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115355759205370882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115355759205370882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115355759205370882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115355759205370882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/initiative.html' title='Initiative'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115348273843483114</id><published>2006-07-21T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T20:31:07.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Randomness~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post shall be totally random, which includes random events, which I have seen randomly, at any random part of today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets first begin with me being extremely happy, due to the fact that I have yet received yet another birthday present! Thanks to the 2 girls, and guy, you guys know who you are! Oh! Im still accepting late presents despite my birthday has already long past! KeKe! I also received a Macs voucher by crapping some answer! WOO! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which adds to my ecstasy is of the fact that me and erm, lets call him XiaoboyboY, we used to see each other and buay song with each other. Suprisingly, he said HELLO and BYE to me, WOW! Has the sun rised from the west? Maybe...Just maybe...its because of him...asking me to make the avatar...&lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more random stuffs coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its surprising how some people, just normally sitting down alone on the round canteen table, and in a few minutes time, he was literaly surrounded by 'SEH' 'COOL' people, Im quite shocked that this guy had such a wide social circle, highly suprising worx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I noticed about friendship, this particular person, who is always surrounded by his group of friends, was alone today. Totally Alone. He was just staring down from the 3rd level, loneliness filling his eyes. HeyHeyHey! Dont be so sad kay! Its good to be alone sometimes, allow you to reflect on what you have done, and to improve it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these lame randomness, I shall lastly, compose a so-called poem, to describe what I have seen today, and it &lt;em&gt;HIGLY &lt;/em&gt;disturbs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confessions of a Fourth party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that I&lt;br /&gt;Was the only one to have&lt;br /&gt;Suffered such humility&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Dead wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is repeating itself&lt;br /&gt;The exact same devil&lt;br /&gt;Has returned&lt;br /&gt;Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmed you he did&lt;br /&gt;Seduced you he did&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized you he did&lt;br /&gt;Gained total control he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignored your friend you did&lt;br /&gt;Attracted to the devil you did&lt;br /&gt;Talked to the devil you did&lt;br /&gt;Totally under his control you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dear friend&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness filled his eyes&lt;br /&gt;The exact same that filled mine&lt;br /&gt;Thats why he changed his seat&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I can only pray&lt;br /&gt;For you to finally be free&lt;br /&gt;From this Devil's clutches&lt;br /&gt;And be more sensitive&lt;br /&gt;To the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;History oh history, may you never repeat yourself again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115348273843483114?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115348273843483114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115348273843483114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115348273843483114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115348273843483114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115340844396334090</id><published>2006-07-20T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:40:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Investing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~0.o Investing o.0~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths test officially sucked, for those who are observant enough, you must have noticed that Im not myself after the lunch break, due to some circumstances that I have met, I shant elaborate further, but those with a high IQ will be able to &lt;em&gt;lian xiang&lt;/em&gt; with the post Im gonna make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making friends is like making an investment, sometimes, you make the right choices by trusting someone, and expect him to trust you back. You give him benefits, and he give you benefits, however, there are also bad stocks. You might have misplaced your trust on someone, which can prove highly disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example I shall use is Mr 22062212, he can be a professional financial investor, he got lots of close friends, and there are people who are willing to follow him around, maybe due to his coolness? &lt;em&gt;Sehness&lt;/em&gt;? Yea right. He always got a circle of friends around him, and the way he handle his stocks make him an effective investor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some unfortunate people have extremely limited friends or hardly any friends except his classmates, even in his class, he doesnt even have any close friends, and he tends to follow people around, maybe follow 22062212, trying to attract his attention. When night comes, and he wants to look for someone to talk to, there will be no one by his side. Pity him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me! I admit Im not as influential and powerful as the former case, nor as pathetic and desperate as the latter, I stand nicely at the middle, bought some good stocks, and bought some bad stocks too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be a successful billionaire, you have to take &lt;em&gt;risks, &lt;/em&gt;your judgement might fail you, but it might also reap back endless benefits. This is also the same to making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly in my life, I only fully trust &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and maybe &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To trust or not to trust, that is the question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woo! My stocks are rising! Still vulnerable to the unstable economy, protect them at all costs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115340844396334090?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115340844396334090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115340844396334090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115340844396334090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115340844396334090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/investing.html' title='Investing'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115332374056953566</id><published>2006-07-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:05:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Maths~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After revising for a few hours for the coming Maths Test, an overwhelming feeling of emptiness engulfs me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that I cant do such a simple question! My brains damn tired now. I was like almost crying just now? What happened if i fail this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Test?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very stressed to be in a class where everyone gets A+ A+ A+ A A A for Maths.. and me? B! Nice and healthy!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that Im so gonna cry if I fail this test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gonna cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep! *snooze*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115332374056953566?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115332374056953566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115332374056953566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115332374056953566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115332374056953566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/maths.html' title='Maths'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115331094953910733</id><published>2006-07-19T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:11:30.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>~&lt;strong&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take this space, to apologise to someone, who was so-called used to be quite close to me. I didnt know when and why you started to hate me, is it something that I have done that greatly offends you? I really dont know, pls enlighten me so that even if I die, Ill die in peace. Im not sure whether this person will even bother to read the blog of his nemesis, but I hope that you know that Im talking about you, yes YOU!!!... Please forgive me for whatever I have done, I hope that those good old days can be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate our frienship...I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall also take this oppurtunity, to beg for forgiveness to whoever that I have offended, be it in the past, present, and hopefully, not the future. My tactless harsh words can sometimes be hurtful, but, please forgive me, Im starting to change now, my words are less piercing to the heart now...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop blogging here, got to study for the Maths Test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendships, Friendships, Friendships.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115331094953910733?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115331094953910733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115331094953910733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115331094953910733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115331094953910733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115322385566811014</id><published>2006-07-18T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:02:47.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking things for granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Taking things for granted~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since March, I have learnt, through the hard way, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to take any single thing from your life for granted, be it your friends, the people around you, the things around you, for they may be gone *poof* just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have observed the behaviour of this certain species of animal, lets call it XYZ, this animal's behavior has caused me great displeasure in seeing his daily actions, and thus I have taken the time now, to blog about &lt;em&gt;HIM&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This creature has quite limited friends, and the way he &lt;em&gt;abuse&lt;/em&gt; them is highly eye-turning, let's name the friends closest to him, A, B, C and D. When A is around, he will treat the rest to be invisible, and go in and out with him, when A's gone, he will go to B, treating C and D as invisible, this retarded behavior goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His level of hypocrisy is 10 times as intense as Mr 22062212, he usually terrorizes his classmates, and when he need their help, he ask for their help as if he had been a guai guai angel. Oh! Did I forgot to mention that he likes to suck up to teachers too? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me illustrate a &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; for you all lesser mortals to understand better. Once, A has to meet a teacher after flag raising, XYZ kindly asked D to wait with him, and both of them chats quite happily, and when A is done, he treats D as non-existent, and goes to talk to A, just like that! JUST LIKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My My...I'm sure you all have gained a further insight on Species XYZ, and if you are able to somehow identify his name, drop me a nudge, and if it's correct, I'll give you a huge cookie! And a glass of milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be gone stumbling block! Be gone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115322385566811014?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115322385566811014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115322385566811014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115322385566811014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115322385566811014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/taking-things-for-granted.html' title='Taking things for granted'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115314517182354374</id><published>2006-07-17T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:07:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amnesia</title><content type='html'>Oh Dear! Im having a severe case of amnesia! I cant seem to remember anything now, especially what happen on Open House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...to all those who have hurted me, or to those who have I hurted with my tactless harsh language, lets all forget it eh...keke. Its better to have a friend than an enemy worx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more please... No more emotional roller coaster rides, I got enough to last me 10 lifetimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115314517182354374?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115314517182354374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115314517182354374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115314517182354374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115314517182354374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/amnesia.html' title='Amnesia'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115314410598951866</id><published>2006-07-17T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:49:00.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal Day</title><content type='html'>Another stupid BORING day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute and fun PE. Retarded Frankenstein quiz. Unbeneficial Biology. Evil Geography, yes the last part when he was scolding the class was referring to me I guess... Floaty Physics. Normal Maths. Long Assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!...I was quite PMSed during the day, and like hardly smile...but due to a certain bimbo who scared at me after school, I was like laughing like siao can...? Lol...to truly laugh is part of being successful in life! Wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to post more stuff de, but I too tired..haha! next time ba =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I cant do anything to prevent it, I just have to accept it eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115314410598951866?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115314410598951866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115314410598951866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115314410598951866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115314410598951866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/normal-day.html' title='Normal Day'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115297356979746603</id><published>2006-07-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:27:34.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>I regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many regretful decisions I had made in my screwed up life, and this time, the situation can still be salvaged, so I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you know who you are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rash of me...a foolishly rash young fool I had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a chinese saying that states, the oblivious one isnt at fault eh? Or something like that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I take back my words, to quote from your blog, yet again, July 15th, 2nd entry, thirrd paragraph, the first first first part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those msn chats wont be memories, since our frienship will stay, and those chats will naturally stay too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115297356979746603?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115297356979746603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115297356979746603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115297356979746603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115297356979746603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115297146683559936</id><published>2006-07-15T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:58:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Enough is Enough~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v3ng3anc3z has left this vicious world on 15/07/06. Thanks to the 4 people who indirectly speeded up his stress-related death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause of death, quite plenty, but mostly it was accelerated by these 4 &lt;em&gt;girls&lt;/em&gt;. I shan't mention names, they know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly to XXX, I know you cared for me, you wanted to help me, but I don't need anyone's help. I can solve my own problems, handle these obstacles in life, pls stop asking me more and more questions, you are highly pissing me off. I know that you'll be quite hurt after reading this, you can hate me for the rest of your life, I'm sorry yea, I'm all right, REALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly to xXx and xXx, THANK YOU VERY VERY VERY &lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt; MUCH FOR LITERALLY &lt;em&gt;KILLING&lt;/em&gt; ME. I APPRECIATE IT!!! THANKS FOR YOUR WARPED RETARDED IMAGINATIONS, THAT SCREWED UP MY WHOLE ALREADY FUCKED UP LIFE, THANKS FOR ADDING TO MY ALREADY HEAVY BURDEN WITH ANOTHER 100KG OF LOAD, I REALLY APPRECIATE IT. I HOPE YOU GIRLS ARE REALLY HAPPY RIGHT NOW, SMILING LIKE SOME RETARDED BIMBOS OVER MY PLIGHT RIGHT? DAMN IT, I REALLY WISH THAT YOU WILL DISSAPEAR FROM THIS FACE OF THE EARTH, YOUR MERE EXISTENCE BRING SUFFERING TO MY LIFE!!! IT WAS JUST A FUCKING MISUNDERSTANDING, AND YOUR TWISTED LITTLE BRAINS THOUGHT OTHERWISE, NO AMOUNT OF APOLOGY WILL SALVAGE THIS SITUATION, JUST ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR REMAINING LIVES IN GUILT, FOR KILLING ME. CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly to XxX, I thought you understand me, I thought you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; me, I thought you can see that I was already stressed after being &lt;em&gt;killed&lt;/em&gt; by those 2 asshats, but I was wrong, DEAD WRONG. You continued to pester me, piss me off, until I almost broke down, but I persevered, I can't possibly cry in the people-filled hall rite. Don't worry, your secret is still safe with me, you better pray day and night, that I won't be so pissed off one day, and I shoot my mouth off. Have a nice day. Just to quote from your blog, the July 14th, second entry, last paragraph, 4th sentence, the answer is yes for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My My My...what a day, I really shouldn't have gone for open house, if I had just slacked at home, it would have been a normal day, some things are just fated, when they come, no matter what you do, you just can't stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all will see a new v3ng3anc3z in the coming days, and I can assure you the difference &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the illuminator of all darkness in my life, I'm starting to despair and lose hope...pls come sooner...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The people that I hate to talk to keep bothering me, pestering me, killing me. The person that I wanted to talk to keep ignoring me, treating me like some invisible apparition, indirectly killing me.&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/30799823-115297146683559936?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115297146683559936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115297146683559936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115297146683559936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115297146683559936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is enough'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115288768173408900</id><published>2006-07-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:47:34.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Hydroxide</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Dedicated to Mr B!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great man, 22062212 once said, "I will give the same amount of trust to the amount of trust that the person places on me to the person. I have always believed in that, and I live to fulfill it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true indeed, very true &lt;em&gt;indeed&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mr B have decided to create a blog, post about all his relationship problems, daily life obstacles, just for my private viewing, I shall reciprocate his help by showing him some appreciation by thanking him here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for putting my name and bday on your blog! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for trusting me so much by entrusting your secrets to me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you to keep your blog a secret, since I shall follow the principles of 22062212, and also trust and respect you, if your secret is leaked out, you can Kill me! Murder me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115288768173408900?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115288768173408900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115288768173408900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115288768173408900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115288768173408900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/iron-hydroxide.html' title='Iron Hydroxide'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115288684755434962</id><published>2006-07-14T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:25:07.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Hypocrisy~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites, they exist everywhere, from your closest friends to your enemies, nobody is a perfect straightforward person who says 'YOU SUCK' at you directly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps wearing a protective layer of mask to hide their true personality, people keep hiding their emotions, feelings, true personality to the people around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I am also a hypocrite to some people around me, lets illustrate an example witnessed by me, in some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X, Y are involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr X was 'close' to Y, going for recess together, bla bla! However, he was plotting to overthrow his 'reign', lol...maybe only 1 person will know what I'm talking about and I don't think she will be reading my blog anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life really meant to be that way? People has to be deceptive, plot and scheme behind the backs of other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; foolish mortals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You talked to me today...sho happiex...lol...&lt;/strong&gt;&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/30799823-115288684755434962?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115288684755434962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115288684755434962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115288684755434962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115288684755434962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/hypocrisy.html' title='Hypocrisy'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115279442364326252</id><published>2006-07-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:40:23.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions</title><content type='html'>This game which everyone must play.&lt;br /&gt;Obeyed all the rules of the game I did.&lt;br /&gt;Gathered advice whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;Shortcuts I ventured to win the game.&lt;br /&gt;However I flopped at the game&lt;br /&gt;I aspired to change in order to win.&lt;br /&gt;But I failed.&lt;br /&gt;Terribly.&lt;br /&gt;The game of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said, to see is to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Retarded concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid whom sat next to you who have a billabong pencil box, bag, wear branded shirts might not be rich; it might be an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy-go-lucky me in school is not what I seem to be, dont be fooled by other peoples outer layer, they might just be mere illusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another person once said, what you infer must be the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Again, wrong idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who comforted you when youre sad might not be your friend; he might just be gaining your trust for other needs in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The me that you know might be what you thnk of, I cant be bothered if you say that Im not depressed, just to act emotional and create a blog which will attract readers. I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, stop tagging at my board saying that I should be happier, or cheer up, life isnt that bad, or something like that, I really cant stand any of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, I failed, I tried, I failed, I tried, I failed, &lt;em&gt;I give up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; of all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be that holder of light which will illuminate all the darkness in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still waiting for that person to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, hoping, praying, begging for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come soon, before I lose hope again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To a certain someone, maybe you're right, I'm shy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115279442364326252?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115279442364326252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115279442364326252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115279442364326252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115279442364326252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/illusions_13.html' title='Illusions'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115269352046517936</id><published>2006-07-12T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:39:39.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friendship</title><content type='html'>Let me describe to you something that I have just seen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a certain place, I saw this erm certain person, let's call him X talking to a umm thin zombie, and umm 2 short furballs, this X was being &lt;em&gt;suaned&lt;/em&gt; until siao by the trio. This X might think that this is a form of ritual to joining their so-called league &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;, I think he's a pathetic despo asshat, oops! Pity..Pity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm 2 days no update...busy mahx.. keke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that the best friendship should be &lt;em&gt;silent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No retarded teasing of each other.&lt;br /&gt;No moronic fooling around each other.&lt;br /&gt;And definetely &lt;br /&gt;No idiotic &lt;em&gt;gaying&lt;/em&gt; around with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is not the one that stays by your side when you're sad and comfort you, but the one that prevents the thing that causes you to be sad even from happening.&lt;br /&gt;Credits given to 22062212 for telling me the above information ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to a certain person, I'm not in self-delusional mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115269352046517936?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115269352046517936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115269352046517936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115269352046517936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115269352046517936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/true-friendship.html' title='True Friendship'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115245196796163157</id><published>2006-07-09T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:47:48.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to 3 people =)</title><content type='html'>WARNING! EXTREME LONG POST XD&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...So many people say that I'm depressed, sadistic, bla bla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! I shall be nice, and liven up my blog and post a nice and happy post here =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a rocky year for me, haiz...lots of emotional roller coasters, lots of things happened, they just keep coming and coming, like those waves of monters in DoTA eh? I tried my best to handle them, but they just overwhelmed me, rendering me incapable of solving them so that it is most advantageous to everybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! It's supposed to be a happy post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkOk...I shall say my thanks to these 3 ppl for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using their nicks, I'm sure they know who they are =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, to Mikhari, thanks for being there when I needed someone to talk you, for being such a good listener, thanks for living up my day by playing that retarded game...but I still love it, thx for u trying to help me analyse the things and those conversations in msn =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversations will improve IF you will start to learn to type faster, and STOP asking so many questions -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, to Iron Hydroxide, thanks for being the BEST listener I've possibly met in my whole life, will miss your HEYHEYHEY, *insert my surname here in caps*, and other bimbotic language. HA! I know u'll be angry at me for calling you a bimbo. Anyways, thanks for letting me pour my troubles at you, and those retarded conversations during LA lecture eh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation will improve IF you umm...haha! just be yourself lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to someone...Hmm? How should I call him, how about 22062212, so nobody knows who is him, I got so many things to say to him, but this isn't exactly a private place eh, haha...thanks for not giving up on me, even though I've 'killed' you so many times. I shall end it here, and dedicate a so-called poem to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who pulled me from the gates of hell&lt;br /&gt;The one who rescued me from the abyss&lt;br /&gt;The one who stopped me from going into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;A devil with an angels heart&lt;br /&gt;An evil manipulator without the evil&lt;br /&gt;A person misunderstood by many&lt;br /&gt;*insert your name here*&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it =) haha..some lines are familiar I know =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship will improve if you can tell me more and erm...talk more to me in real life? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it has been a long post, I got one last thing to say to the three of them.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are great, whom I have always respected and whose friendships I have always valued...HAHA koped from today's Sunday Times =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion! Everyone be happy! See, such a happy post!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115245196796163157?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115245196796163157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115245196796163157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115245196796163157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115245196796163157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/tribute-to-3-people.html' title='Tribute to 3 people =)'/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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-30799823.post-115236636787304081</id><published>2006-07-08T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:48:06.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad day =(</title><content type='html'>haiz...wat a day...u can say that again&lt;br /&gt;wat a day... it all begun with me waking up due to a certain person, asking me to go to sum1 house and when i reached sum place, i was like some fool, standing in some place, and his attitude doesn't help AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;fine~&lt;br /&gt;we started to walk to the house~and the journey there was HORRIBLE, yep, i can say it again. HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE!!!! they were treating me like some invisible apparition, but nvm. I endured! I wanted to break into their conve, but nvm. it just wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;We reached the house, did some work, went to eat, came back, bla bla~&lt;br /&gt;haix...the day got far more worse, while going back home wif a certain guy&lt;br /&gt;he was like -.- nvm sum things are best kept quiet...haha...it was a fcked up decision to write the stupid tale of two geminis the part about the class outing was fcked up hey...y m i so vulgar...FCKED UP  now hes mad at me for being an unenthu class guy, haiz...wat to do..&lt;br /&gt;HEY, hes chatting to me now..hehe...lame me...LAMER&lt;br /&gt;haiz shall end this stupid entry here...haha first time rant to an invisible being..so shuang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30799823-115236636787304081?l=depressionisinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/feeds/115236636787304081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30799823&amp;postID=115236636787304081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115236636787304081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30799823/posts/default/115236636787304081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depressionisinme.blogspot.com/2006/07/bad-day.html' title='A bad day =('/><author><name>Depression left its path</name><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>
