<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668</id><updated>2009-10-14T04:26:16.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angel and mortal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-3369950967172066598</id><published>2009-04-04T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:12:26.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a long time since i posted</title><content type='html'>and i guess there's nothing much to blog about these days. I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I keep getting caught for various misdemeanors by my new RSM~&lt;/i&gt; I can't imagine my luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-3369950967172066598?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3369950967172066598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=3369950967172066598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/3369950967172066598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/3369950967172066598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-long-time-since-i-posted.html' title='it&apos;s a long time since i posted'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-5654247295716703804</id><published>2009-01-28T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:58:59.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cartoon Love song</title><content type='html'>I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light&lt;br /&gt;Walking down by the bay, on the shore, staring up at the planes that aren’t there anymore&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling the night grow old and you were looking so cold&lt;br /&gt;Like an introvert, I drew my over shirt&lt;br /&gt;Around my arms and began to shiver violently before&lt;br /&gt;You happened to look and see the tunnels all around me&lt;br /&gt;Running into the dark underground&lt;br /&gt;All the subways around create a great sound&lt;br /&gt;To my motion fatigue: farewell&lt;br /&gt;With your ear to a seashell&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the waves in underwater caves&lt;br /&gt;As if you actually were inside a saltwater room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time together is just never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make or break this hint of love?&lt;br /&gt;We need time, only time&lt;br /&gt;When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;All the time, all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that the crew has gone and wouldn’t let me sign on?&lt;br /&gt;All my islands have sunk in the deep, so I can hardly relax or even oversleep&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I were home some nights when we count all the ship lights&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll never know why sparrows love the snow&lt;br /&gt;We’ll turn off all of the lights and set this ballroom aglow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love? all the time*&lt;br /&gt;Time together is just never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make or break this hint of love?&lt;br /&gt;We need time, only time&lt;br /&gt;When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;All the time, all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time together is just never quite enough&lt;br /&gt;When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make or break this hint of love?&lt;br /&gt;So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazingly sweet. I could never write stuff like that. This is The Saltwater Room by Owl City. I oughta go out and get his CD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-5654247295716703804?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5654247295716703804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=5654247295716703804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/5654247295716703804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/5654247295716703804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2009/01/cartoon-love-song.html' title='A cartoon Love song'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-9134600773813907425</id><published>2009-01-04T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:52:09.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections?</title><content type='html'>I.Blogged.Like.A.Retard in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008: the only month I felt alive in December. 1 out of 12, I must be a 2008 zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know what lies in 2009 mann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-9134600773813907425?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/9134600773813907425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=9134600773813907425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/9134600773813907425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/9134600773813907425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections?'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-3622064514681266183</id><published>2008-12-28T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:28:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration</title><content type='html'>I have up to that much of anger held to my chest mann. I just hate ill-logic or poor reason. I hate it most when people cannot justify their decisions that affect others (Wait, don't most decisions do that?) I'm about to revisit the past of Flaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call them Rank Bullies (RB for short)&lt;br /&gt;These are a specific buncha people WHO hold this cool little emblems. They are characterized by their arrogance, sadism, lack of flexibility and most importantly, the inability to explain themselves. They are not pitiful, no they are not. They spend their whole lives in this work force that nobody can fathom how anyone could uphold such dedication. and now when it comes to work, They pull rank. WOW. I didn't expect such a response to come from whom whom whom but it actually did. I thought he was much more flexible than that when he was in the wrong even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think old men like to bully. Just because your rank is SO BIG, you can actually stifle arguments. So what's the point in all these "Leadership: Speak up" when it only needs one VETO by these illogical life-forms? This is a Fact of Life here, BUT IT SHOULD NOT BE TOLERATED. IT'S A THREAT THAT SHOULD BE ELIMINATED. I shall not speak more due to the sensitivity of the whole issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note&lt;br /&gt;Why're we attracted to some things and yet not affected by so many others? I don't know man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-3622064514681266183?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3622064514681266183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=3622064514681266183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/3622064514681266183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/3622064514681266183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/12/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-22166812598350804</id><published>2008-12-14T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:07:07.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines and Circles</title><content type='html'>Paint my world again&lt;br /&gt;wish it's just another plain sheet&lt;br /&gt;any colours and any media&lt;br /&gt;there are no limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dream of black white grey&lt;br /&gt;when the track goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;we think in lines that divide&lt;br /&gt;more often than not&lt;br /&gt;or we wish not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in worlds of different shades&lt;br /&gt;different swirls make different&lt;br /&gt;colours make different worlds&lt;br /&gt;of rings and moons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atmospheres make good fences&lt;br /&gt;barring outsiders and keeping&lt;br /&gt;insiders in ignorance where&lt;br /&gt;empathy is the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as crystals grow in our&lt;br /&gt;fortresses of solitude&lt;br /&gt;where the weather outside gets colder&lt;br /&gt;and prometheus still didn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in dreams when our worlds were the same&lt;br /&gt;i saw the circles and lines&lt;br /&gt;the levels that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;like a truth hitting you from&lt;br /&gt;outer space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're humans in different worlds&lt;br /&gt;with different lights from the&lt;br /&gt;same sun and we couldn't&lt;br /&gt;dance the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is lost and we lose&lt;br /&gt;ourselves, there should be more&lt;br /&gt;we hope but nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lines and circles divide&lt;br /&gt;the infinite differentiations&lt;br /&gt;the layers separate and&lt;br /&gt;they get lifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensitivities have failed in&lt;br /&gt;this painful place we call&lt;br /&gt;the world&lt;br /&gt;we should feel happy&lt;br /&gt;for fireworks&lt;br /&gt;but I've become an alien here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk into the twilight now&lt;br /&gt;where lines bend and&lt;br /&gt;circles straighten to a world&lt;br /&gt;when we can live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and that's one year of soldiering today now...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-22166812598350804?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/22166812598350804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=22166812598350804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/22166812598350804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/22166812598350804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/12/lines-and-circles.html' title='Lines and Circles'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-2447309396729249781</id><published>2008-12-08T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:13:47.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Must be something more</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;What if ribbons and bows didn't mean a thing?&lt;br /&gt;Would the song still survive without five golden rings?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still wanna kiss without a mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if God never let it snow?&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if Christmas Carols told a lie?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you would find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd say that today holds something special&lt;br /&gt;Something holy, not superficial&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives&lt;br /&gt;It's something we all try to ignore&lt;br /&gt;And put a wreath up on your door&lt;br /&gt;So here's something you should know that is for sure&lt;br /&gt;Christmas must be something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if angels did not pay attention to&lt;br /&gt;All the things that we wish they would always do&lt;br /&gt;What if happiness came in a cardboard box?&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd think there was something we all forgot&lt;br /&gt;What would happened presents all went away&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what would you find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd say that today holds something special&lt;br /&gt;Something holy, not superficial&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives&lt;br /&gt;It's something we all try to ignore&lt;br /&gt;And put a wreath up on your door&lt;br /&gt;So here's something you should know that is for sure&lt;br /&gt;Christmas must be something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get so caught up in all of it&lt;br /&gt;Business and relationships&lt;br /&gt;100 mile an hour lives&lt;br /&gt;And it's this time of year&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's here&lt;br /&gt;It seems the last thing on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the day holds something special&lt;br /&gt;Something holy, not superficial&lt;br /&gt;So here's to Jesus Christ who saved our lives&lt;br /&gt;It's something we all try to ignore&lt;br /&gt;And put a wreath up on your door&lt;br /&gt;Here's something you should know that is for sure&lt;br /&gt;Christmas must be something…&lt;br /&gt;Christmas must be something…&lt;br /&gt;Christmas must be something more&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be more…&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lovely song by Taylor Swift&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-2447309396729249781?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2447309396729249781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=2447309396729249781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2447309396729249781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2447309396729249781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-must-be-something-more.html' title='Christmas Must be something more'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-5383524095021500177</id><published>2008-12-05T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:13:53.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel a cold wind coming along</title><content type='html'>it felt like this a long time ago. the day before taking my English finals. The feeling of dread and fear of the unknown. and the feeling that somehow deep down inside, my English essay will screw up and give me my current grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's another of em exams. I think I've caught a phobia for exams. That sickly feeling of working for something and then it might just blow back on you, betraying you. For that, I daren't pin any hope on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better? to be set down a path you don't really want? or to be absolutely lost in the illusion of alternatives? It's abit dumb blaming your own siblings for this fate, but it doesn't help feeling sorry for yourself for your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's even worse blaming fate for bad life...but that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way out of living up to expectations? or can I live with myself for being such a fail? It depends on perspective, that probably needs to be changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this was a year meant to test me, and, short of the sanity part, I think I've failed big time. As of where I am now, I'm nowhere...or I rather anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a cold Christmas coming up...when results get revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same feeling again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful people should try inheriting my parents and my sister. At least, when I'm here, I have a little less pressure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-5383524095021500177?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5383524095021500177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=5383524095021500177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/5383524095021500177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/5383524095021500177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-cold-wind-coming-along.html' title='I feel a cold wind coming along'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-7748581499886239389</id><published>2008-11-30T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:24:39.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you find meaning for me?</title><content type='html'>once again here&lt;br /&gt;on a black brick road&lt;br /&gt;leaden with gravel&lt;br /&gt;with yet some more load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes long and hard&lt;br /&gt;and destination unknown&lt;br /&gt;struggling to make a mark&lt;br /&gt;on a place scarred by many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they crawled and the toiled&lt;br /&gt;ignoring them dancing around&lt;br /&gt;a little green tree&lt;br /&gt;decorated with stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no one here&lt;br /&gt;that the journey can endure&lt;br /&gt;and it carried on and on&lt;br /&gt;one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when we're there&lt;br /&gt;for it's too long to stay&lt;br /&gt;awake both night and day&lt;br /&gt;for a meaningless leg and shoe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-7748581499886239389?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7748581499886239389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=7748581499886239389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/7748581499886239389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/7748581499886239389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/11/would-you-find-meaning-for-me.html' title='would you find meaning for me?'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-2266723915968056544</id><published>2008-11-23T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:47:57.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate wars</title><content type='html'>seriously, when I say do something, I mean it. I'm not a slacker, but there's really no point in my being all enthu about something when MEN question me...superiors treat me like one of them before we even prove ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye passion, hello slacking NOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-2266723915968056544?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2266723915968056544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=2266723915968056544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2266723915968056544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2266723915968056544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-wars.html' title='I hate wars'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-6924169386932312709</id><published>2008-11-22T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:08:55.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I weave my emotions into the night with this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;This could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;Before the door's closed&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I will fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and defend, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I say&lt;br /&gt;When I say "I believe.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Will work out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La da da da, la da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ahh, ahh-&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;-Ahh, ahh-&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-6924169386932312709?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6924169386932312709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=6924169386932312709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/6924169386932312709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/6924169386932312709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-i-weave-my-emotions-into-night-with.html' title='and I weave my emotions into the night with this...'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-4110225933936536110</id><published>2008-11-16T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:00:32.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loan me some pages</title><content type='html'>Give me a little diary&lt;br /&gt;I can pen thoughts into&lt;br /&gt;my little solace fairy&lt;br /&gt;that noone can read too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's stars there's moon&lt;br /&gt;but nothing describes you&lt;br /&gt;some words not in my&lt;br /&gt;limited sense of vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive this lil flint&lt;br /&gt;as I still tread lost paths&lt;br /&gt;my little black pen can&lt;br /&gt;only write so many words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been some time now&lt;br /&gt;there's been some kinda lull&lt;br /&gt;how've you been going there&lt;br /&gt;breathing tis lil thin air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a night when I walked&lt;br /&gt;those closed streets again&lt;br /&gt;when the cinema had its last&lt;br /&gt;film of November dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture's faded away&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't keep it in for a day&lt;br /&gt;wrap that book in plastic&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't bring us closer to where we want to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-4110225933936536110?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4110225933936536110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=4110225933936536110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/4110225933936536110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/4110225933936536110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/11/loan-me-some-pages.html' title='Loan me some pages'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-6815577151445097288</id><published>2008-11-02T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:31:54.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tail we'll try again</title><content type='html'>Since the moment I spotted you&lt;br /&gt;Like walking 'round with little wings on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;My stomach's filled with the butterflies&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing round from cloud to cloud&lt;br /&gt;I got the feelin' like I'm never gonna come down&lt;br /&gt;If I said I didn't like it then you know I'd lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I get tongue-tied&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, everything I say to you&lt;br /&gt;Comes out wrong and never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't you and I get together an' take on the world, be together forever&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will and tails we'll try again&lt;br /&gt;So I say why don't you and I hold each other, fly to the moon&lt;br /&gt;and straight on to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you they're never gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's this fever gonna break ?&lt;br /&gt;I think I've handled more than any man can take&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a love-sick puppy chasing you around&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Bouncin' round from cloud to cloud&lt;br /&gt;I got the feeling like I'm never gonna come down&lt;br /&gt;If I said I didn't like it then you know I'd lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Get tongue-tied&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, everything I say to you&lt;br /&gt;Comes out wrong and never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't you and I get together an' take on the world&lt;br /&gt;and be together forever&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will and tails we'll try again&lt;br /&gt;So I say why don't you and I get together, fly to the moon&lt;br /&gt;and straight on to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you they're never gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I begin to realize this is never gonna end&lt;br /&gt;But about the same time you walk by&lt;br /&gt;And I say oh here we go again, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I get tongue-tied&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, everything I say to you&lt;br /&gt;Comes out wrong and never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't you and I get together an' take on the world&lt;br /&gt;and be together forever&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will and tails we'll try again&lt;br /&gt;So I say why don't you and I hold each other, fly to the moon&lt;br /&gt;and straight on to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you they're never gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll say why don't you and I get together take and on the world&lt;br /&gt;and be together forever&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will and tails we'll try again&lt;br /&gt;So I say why don't you and I hold each other, fly to the moon&lt;br /&gt;and straight on to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you they're never gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I`ll say why don't you and I get together and take on the world&lt;br /&gt;and be together forever&lt;br /&gt;Heads we will and tails we'll try again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-6815577151445097288?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6815577151445097288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=6815577151445097288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/6815577151445097288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/6815577151445097288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/11/tail-well-try-again.html' title='Tail we&apos;ll try again'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-352083556218405411</id><published>2008-11-02T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:11:33.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>space dementia</title><content type='html'>standing here all alone&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;don't know which way&lt;br /&gt;to go - here or there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our words are lost here&lt;br /&gt;where no air carries sound&lt;br /&gt;lost voices with zero time&lt;br /&gt;useless thrusters and engines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to see you again&lt;br /&gt;walking down that same lane&lt;br /&gt;just a year after there&lt;br /&gt;no matter how you're&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-352083556218405411?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/352083556218405411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=352083556218405411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/352083556218405411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/352083556218405411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/11/space-dementia.html' title='space dementia'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-5601798544326489154</id><published>2008-11-01T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:20:35.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're gone tonight</title><content type='html'>to another world&lt;br /&gt;to a place unknown&lt;br /&gt;where we'd never see&lt;br /&gt;each other again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a dim moon&lt;br /&gt;and a late night&lt;br /&gt;morning light's far away&lt;br /&gt;maybe just a day or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I let go now&lt;br /&gt;the path is dark&lt;br /&gt;and I'd lose my way&lt;br /&gt;down there in the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-5601798544326489154?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5601798544326489154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=5601798544326489154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/5601798544326489154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/5601798544326489154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-gone-tonight.html' title='we&apos;re gone tonight'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-2432853591955385884</id><published>2008-10-26T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:43:05.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time I wonder what it feels like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Gotta Be Someone by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To find the one in this life&lt;br /&gt;The one we all dream of&lt;br /&gt;But dreams just aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be waiting for the real thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll know it by the feeling&lt;br /&gt;The moment when we're meeting&lt;br /&gt;Will play out like a scene straight off the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be holdin' my breath&lt;br /&gt;Right up to the end&lt;br /&gt;Until that moment when&lt;br /&gt;I find the one that I spend forever with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight out on the street out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And dammit this feels too right&lt;br /&gt;It's just like Déjà Vu&lt;br /&gt;Me standin' here with you&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be holdin' my breath&lt;br /&gt;Could this be the end?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that moment when&lt;br /&gt;I find the one that I spend forever with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't give up!&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' for that diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know when it shows up&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you're holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it could be the one, the one you're waiting on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;There has gotta be somebody for me&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to go it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Is there somebody else that feels the same somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;There has gotta be somebody for me out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-2432853591955385884?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2432853591955385884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=2432853591955385884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2432853591955385884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2432853591955385884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-time-i-wonder-what-it-feels-like.html' title='this time I wonder what it feels like'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-2857473797134329390</id><published>2008-10-18T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:18:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>compare them</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Half Alive by Secondhand Serenade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's four AM, I'm waking up to your perfume&lt;br /&gt;Don't get up, I'll get through on my own&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm home&lt;br /&gt;Or if I lost the way into your room&lt;br /&gt;I'm spiraling into my doom&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling half alive but I know one day&lt;br /&gt;You and I will be free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live and die by our own rules,&lt;br /&gt;Free..&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that men are fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost alive, and I need you to try&lt;br /&gt;And save me.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay that we're dying,&lt;br /&gt;But I need to survive tonight, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well excuse me while I get killed softly,&lt;br /&gt;Heart slows down and I can hardly tell you I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;At least 'til yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;You know you got me off my highest guard,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;We'll get through this tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I know one day you and I will be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live and die by our own rules,&lt;br /&gt;Free..&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that men are fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost alive, and I need you to try&lt;br /&gt;And save me.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay that we're dying,&lt;br /&gt;But I need to survive tonight, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you touch my hand ever so slightly&lt;br /&gt;(Girl we're not ready for this yet)&lt;br /&gt;And the deadly look she cast upon me&lt;br /&gt;I won't regret, I won't regret&lt;br /&gt;I won't regret. I won't regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was trying to disappear,&lt;br /&gt;But you got me wrapped around you&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to disappear&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost in your eyes now,&lt;br /&gt;You brought me down to size now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost alive&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to try and save me.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay that we're dying&lt;br /&gt;But I need to survive tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost alive, and I need you to try&lt;br /&gt;And save me.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay that we're dying,&lt;br /&gt;But I need to survive tonight, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I need to survive tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vulnerable by Secondhand Serenade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Share with me the blankets that your wrapped in&lt;br /&gt;because its cold outside cold outside its cold out side&lt;br /&gt;share with me the secrets that you kept in&lt;br /&gt;because its cold inside cold inside its cold inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your slowly shaking finger tips&lt;br /&gt;show that you're scared like me so&lt;br /&gt;lets pretend were alone&lt;br /&gt;and I know you may be scared&lt;br /&gt;and I know were unprepeared&lt;br /&gt;but I don´t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you´re so sure&lt;br /&gt;please don´t tell me that I´m the only one that´s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;isn´t that a song already&lt;br /&gt;I get a B in originality&lt;br /&gt;and its true I can´t go on without you&lt;br /&gt;your smile makes me see clear&lt;br /&gt;if you could only see in the mirror what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your slowly shaking finger tips&lt;br /&gt;show that you're scared like me so&lt;br /&gt;lets pretend were alone&lt;br /&gt;and I know you may be scared&lt;br /&gt;and I know were unprepeared&lt;br /&gt;but I don´t care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you´re so sure&lt;br /&gt;please don´t tell me that I´m the only one that´s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow down girl your not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;just wait around and see&lt;br /&gt;maybe I´m much more you never know what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;I promise I can be anyone I can be anything&lt;br /&gt;just because you were hurt doesn´t mean you shouldn´t bleed&lt;br /&gt;I can be anyone anything I promise I can be what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think that you are invincible&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes that you´re so sure&lt;br /&gt;please don´t tell me that I´m the only one that´s vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;feel like this...Secondhand Serenade before Fall For You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-2857473797134329390?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2857473797134329390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=2857473797134329390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2857473797134329390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2857473797134329390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/10/compare-them.html' title='compare them'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-2233048428273686959</id><published>2008-10-18T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:11:21.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re-signed</title><content type='html'>dim as street lights&lt;br /&gt;shone as they fight&lt;br /&gt;and she throws her hands&lt;br /&gt;in giving up on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she rushes away&lt;br /&gt;hurriedly, without a delay&lt;br /&gt;hopin he'd start after&lt;br /&gt;but he had not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drunk as he was&lt;br /&gt;the smell of alcohol&lt;br /&gt;reeking in his breath&lt;br /&gt;waiting for your call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is stained and pained&lt;br /&gt;stumbling over himself&lt;br /&gt;tugging at heartstrings&lt;br /&gt;of nobody and nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I could answer your heart&lt;br /&gt;may we make a restart&lt;br /&gt;when tomorrow's a new day&lt;br /&gt;for us, you and me, I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't walk away, I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of a token&lt;br /&gt;let me wake up with you by&lt;br /&gt;my side, i'd never leave you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he mutters those words&lt;br /&gt;to himself, as silence rained&lt;br /&gt;inwards to his soul when nothing&lt;br /&gt;rang a bell, lost a memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-2233048428273686959?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2233048428273686959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=2233048428273686959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2233048428273686959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2233048428273686959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-signed.html' title='re-signed'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-4742267652596382328</id><published>2008-10-12T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:59:38.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recession</title><content type='html'>I realised something. Sometimes it's usually because of money that many sign on (you know what la) I'm fine now life in here. it's almost recession proof. meaning when it hits in, it's em perm staff that'd and temp staff that won't be affected. It's the fear of facing the outside world that people hide in here. so stable, so resilent, what's not to like.and the best part is....they don't value you for your education (like you only need O levels to be in mann)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but....still no way mann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-4742267652596382328?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4742267652596382328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=4742267652596382328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/4742267652596382328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/4742267652596382328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/10/recession.html' title='recession'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-2175616727633313832</id><published>2008-10-10T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:03:08.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paint a picture</title><content type='html'>come let us take a picture&lt;br /&gt;a photo of yester year&lt;br /&gt;to remember our final days&lt;br /&gt;as we toiled and struggled again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little "do not disturb" sign&lt;br /&gt;with a little selfish "shhhh"&lt;br /&gt;spent our days having fun&lt;br /&gt;all hung up in the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retreat to our little corners&lt;br /&gt;as we utilize our different methods&lt;br /&gt;we take a thousand pictures&lt;br /&gt;to capture a single memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year we're still on&lt;br /&gt;walking a different path&lt;br /&gt;we're far apart from one another&lt;br /&gt;as we see the pictures of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come, let us gather once more&lt;br /&gt;and let the shutter roll&lt;br /&gt;let's take a picture again&lt;br /&gt;of today once more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-2175616727633313832?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2175616727633313832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=2175616727633313832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2175616727633313832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/2175616727633313832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/10/paint-picture.html' title='paint a picture'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-5561363464547064397</id><published>2008-09-28T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:42:02.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag. I'm not gonna move,&lt;br /&gt;Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,&lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money they don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not... broke I'm just a broken hearted man,&lt;br /&gt;I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I've been in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman says son you can't stay here,&lt;br /&gt;I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,&lt;br /&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the guy&lt;br /&gt;Whos waiting on a girl...&lt;br /&gt;Oohoohwoo&lt;br /&gt;There are no holes in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;But a big hole in his world...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come running to the corner...&lt;br /&gt;Cos you'll know it's just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat in background]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;very fairytale like...haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-5561363464547064397?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5561363464547064397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=5561363464547064397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/5561363464547064397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/5561363464547064397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-like-this-song.html' title='I Like this song'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-6857304400318925661</id><published>2008-09-28T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:39:40.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere in between</title><content type='html'>that's just a little off from where I am. Ambiguous huh? My dinner yesterday was 3 slices of peanut butter bread, and an apple&lt;br /&gt;but that's not what I'm here to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine myself doing this for the next 30 years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-6857304400318925661?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6857304400318925661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=6857304400318925661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/6857304400318925661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/6857304400318925661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/somewhere-in-between.html' title='somewhere in between'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-1163679948199092387</id><published>2008-09-21T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:33:31.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Covet</title><content type='html'>"Don't we all think we were meant for something great and suddenly every thing gets taken away from you?" or something like it was mentioned by Jordan Rourk (Elisha Cuthbert) in &lt;i&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/i&gt;, a 2008 remake of the Korean original. This was in the soldier scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all not special with some destiny promised to us without working and we all go through said scene up there when everything just goes down. When everything goes down, some of us covet. Yes, we wish we had this and that and blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the root of evil is actually coveting. To wish you have something starts a seed of evil that begins growing in your mind. Nudging at you, with a seedling of greed. To want. blooms when you don't get and bitterness is its flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most villains covet. I watched windriders 2 whereby the antagonist desired so much power that it drove him to commit so much atrocities. a boy raised by a pugilist became such a power monger ended up consumed by the power he sought and attained. It got creepy at the part when his body, ripped apart, crawled back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing worked so far this yr (including this lousy posting). I'm tired. I probably don't wanna covet cos it doesn't make me evil just one ranting lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did I really not work as hard as my peers last year?&lt;/i&gt;Was it wrong to not have a clear direction on what I want to do? I couldn't have been so enamoured as to UNDER perform... but yet I still underperformed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, show Your mighty hand and point it in the direction where You want me to go because I'm lost for life and tired. I hate this National Service and am unhappy in my unit. From where I stand, I feel like I'm running into a wall as of now. Lord, please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-1163679948199092387?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1163679948199092387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=1163679948199092387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/1163679948199092387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/1163679948199092387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/covet.html' title='Covet'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-6166046561275258136</id><published>2008-09-21T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:05:19.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck on this mann</title><content type='html'>Soldiers Make Good Targets by Stereophonics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of pace are we living now?&lt;br /&gt;Watching wars live, via satellite&lt;br /&gt;You carry a gun but no smoking inside&lt;br /&gt;Escape disease yet I could get shot tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Shoot&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come and you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;And you know you're not dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's heaven's door, you're ringing on the bell&lt;br /&gt;Will they let you in, or you going to hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a war, I'll take mine with fries&lt;br /&gt;Medium rare, wash a coke down with ice&lt;br /&gt;Swallow it down no time to digest&lt;br /&gt;What do you know, I'm feeling hungry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Shoot&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come and you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;And you know you're not dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's heaven's door, you're ringing on the bell&lt;br /&gt;Will they let you in, or you going to hell? &lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/2147454943.jpg" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-6166046561275258136?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6166046561275258136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=6166046561275258136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/6166046561275258136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/6166046561275258136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/suck-on-this-mann.html' title='Suck on this mann'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-78164530300194948</id><published>2008-09-14T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:36:03.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more abroad</title><content type='html'>we've got minds in empty places&lt;br /&gt;and no logic in meaningful spaces&lt;br /&gt;we make plans and contingency&lt;br /&gt;for incidents have no reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are forbidden streets&lt;br /&gt;that free countrymen can't walk&lt;br /&gt;a little gate barred by some&lt;br /&gt;that lets threats in and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't choice that brought us here&lt;br /&gt;there's much future to be feared&lt;br /&gt;we look stupid but noone bothers&lt;br /&gt;because we blend right in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I say "let's take to the runway"&lt;br /&gt;and they point the finger at you&lt;br /&gt;when we have to burn our pockets&lt;br /&gt;purchasing self-ridicule and choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they run and run, till they're short&lt;br /&gt;and they still only made little&lt;br /&gt;effort is given to things we want&lt;br /&gt;to achieve in a single lifetime here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, there's weekends to burn&lt;br /&gt;because we've nothing left to kill&lt;br /&gt;the air reeks of foulness from incinerators&lt;br /&gt;short of selling our own souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the life we're made for&lt;br /&gt;a little far cry from vision&lt;br /&gt;stop looking at the colours&lt;br /&gt;and see the painting of your home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's much to be missed&lt;br /&gt;but not as much to stay&lt;br /&gt;a land of opportunities indeed&lt;br /&gt;but many more rejections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the road isn't so straight&lt;br /&gt;where they've stopped smoothing&lt;br /&gt;when they talk about us on TV&lt;br /&gt;it's the reason why we're abroad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-78164530300194948?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/78164530300194948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=78164530300194948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/78164530300194948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/78164530300194948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-more-abroad.html' title='One more abroad'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7598668.post-134260488571294883</id><published>2008-09-14T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:02:02.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moonlight sonata</title><content type='html'>let's dim the lights low&lt;br /&gt;while we close the doors&lt;br /&gt;etiquette takes a bow&lt;br /&gt;as the chandelier turns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they spin round and round&lt;br /&gt;waltzing under the twinkle&lt;br /&gt;in new embrace they found&lt;br /&gt;a partner on the ballroom floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put on your mask now&lt;br /&gt;clasp each others' palm&lt;br /&gt;in a dance of the danger&lt;br /&gt;and play a game of pretender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last light smooths out creases&lt;br /&gt;made on the suits and dresses&lt;br /&gt;posh and daring, elegance bares all&lt;br /&gt;the theme for tonight:winter fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food and drinks served for all&lt;br /&gt;as there's jazz classical lyrical&lt;br /&gt;latecomers not admitted; you are&lt;br /&gt;invited to the moonlight sonata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness, there's no off in lieu of mid autumn. goodness! mooncakes kill my stomach and gives gastric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get turned out and get killed in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disapprove of alota ways people do things: especially when it's okay to take a life although there's a chance of a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one of the same rank, however senior, should go talk down to me when I only speak the language of humanity ( A life lost is never regained, don't say sorry and flash the card)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7598668-134260488571294883?l=angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/feeds/134260488571294883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7598668&amp;postID=134260488571294883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/134260488571294883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7598668/posts/default/134260488571294883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelandmortalluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/moonlight-sonata.html' title='moonlight sonata'/><author><name>Sean Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10878572914787456499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08442901571458356746'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>