<?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-6031490588169283120</id><updated>2011-09-07T09:19:53.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know where you're going to?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>retard</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6031490588169283120.post-3437279474215800937</id><published>2011-07-19T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T02:29:56.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaten</title><content type='html'>The worst has happened, it will nv be possible again, even if u have only 18mths to live i really cant be with u. U may think I'm being heartless but I just cant do it, its not my choice... i can only pray tt u will get well but i cant do anything for u anymore. I'm beaten down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-3437279474215800937?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3437279474215800937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2011/07/beaten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/3437279474215800937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/3437279474215800937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2011/07/beaten.html' title='Beaten'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-5543786621070266155</id><published>2011-05-30T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T10:05:44.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you think you are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't take one more step towards you&lt;br /&gt;Cause all that's waiting is regret&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore&lt;br /&gt;You lost the love I loved the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to live half alive&lt;br /&gt;And now you want me one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;Running 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt;From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;So don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're asking all around&lt;br /&gt;If I am anywhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;But I have grown too strong&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall back in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it took so long just to feel alright&lt;br /&gt;Remember how to put back the light in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed&lt;br /&gt;Cause you broke all your promises&lt;br /&gt;And now you're back&lt;br /&gt;You don't get to get me back&lt;br /&gt;..................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I'm letting go of everything that had belonged to us. I had seen the ugly side of you and I know what you really are. It's too late to mend anything cos the hole has covered the whole heart. But I'm just sad, cos it would have been a beautiful love if you had put in more efforts. You just failed badly, whatever we had built up had been slowly destroyed by your insincerity n your lies. I don't believe and don't dare to believe in you anymore. I'm sorry. I'm not going to wait for any changes anymore cos expectation only leads to more disappointment n demeaning myself. I need to set myself right this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-5543786621070266155?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/5543786621070266155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-do-you-think-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/5543786621070266155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/5543786621070266155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='Who do you think you are?'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-3071582372986385203</id><published>2011-05-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:16:58.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a box of chocolates</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching 'Dahmer' and abit of 'Monster' today and spend the whole day watching documentaries on serial killers. They are frightening cos they are cold blooded and feels no remorse or guilt at killing people. To them, humans are just normal things like cars or rabbits or anything in this world. So killing them is just like a game or a hobby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But often than not, they are from broken families and that is usually what mold them into what they becomes. When the people who bring you into this world leave or abandon you, it's hard to have much morals and humanity left cos they left you to fend for yourself. Me, being from a broken family is far more fortunate than them because my mum take cares of me and loves me with all she can offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can relate to them because people from broken families are usually ashamed of their situation. Although it's not our fault, we still feel people will either look down on us or pity us. So we become v reserved and guarded from normal people. We don't trust people that much but when we do, we will stand by that person even if he/she is a liar/ murderer/ married/ monster etc... And because we are already 'defective' in our life, we tends to want to prove our worth and tell people 'Hey, I'm no different from you, if anything, I'm better than any of you!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when we did anything wrong, people will say things like 'we can't blame them cos they come from broken families'. That's how I can get away with so many mischiefs when I was young ;) Violence and anger in the family also add on to us keeping away from our parents. When they fight, we feel anguish cos we feel like we are invisible in their eyes. So when they try to talk to us about why we are behaving weirdly, it's hard to confide because they are actually the problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People from broken families crave to be love by other people since they can't find it at home. And yet they don't believe that love will last but still dreams of having their own family to create the 'happy family' tat they lack in their lives. For me, as long as I think or feel my partner might be cheating on me or losing interest in me, I will be the one to leave first. Of cos, most of the times, I'm being overly sensitive but honestly, I will not subject myself to any hurt from people I love. Ya, that's why I fucked up alot of my relationships cos I'm highly insecure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People like us are the most possessive species on earth cos they can't handle their partners leaving them too. Some can't handle long r/s cos they never see one in their lives as a good example and I guess, Jeff Dahmer prefer to have unconscious partners where he can satisfy himself without having to maintain a r/s with anyone. Him eating his prey gives him the satisfaction that he will own them forever in him. But in the end, he tells people not to blame his parents and he will hold all responsibilities for his actions which I admire. But not for his murderous ways of cos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aileen Wuornos on the other hand really makes my heart sad. Because she was rebellious, she was kicked out of house and left to fend for herself on the street w/o a home. I believe she used to be a sweet little girl until her broken family makes her short tempered, unguided and lost. And she turned to prostitution cos she don't have proper education. And the money she made becomes her tool to make friends accept her, which is sad. The only person who believed in her and loved her was a lesbian and in order to make her stay and pay for their expenses, Aileen had finally resorted to killing men and stealing from them. I think handling so many men since such young age and being on the streets for so long had turned her heart cold on men. In the end, the lesbian testify against her in order to keep herself from trouble and Aileen took all the charges to protect the lesbian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people are actually very street smart and talented, esp at talking and making people like them and believe them. I know such people in my life, believe me, they can make you say sorry even when they are in the wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, murderers are murderers, victims are people with feelings and families too, so we can't forgive them just because they have a sad history. Just want to tell everyone that whatever happens in your marriage might not affect you when you are ending it, but it affects people around you more than you think. Esp your own kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-3071582372986385203?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3071582372986385203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/3071582372986385203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/3071582372986385203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title='Life is like a box of chocolates'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-3292829752656707821</id><published>2011-04-09T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:46:42.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of sorts</title><content type='html'>Can't really describe the feelings I had lately, I just feel myself hiding deeper n deeper into my own shell. I just find so much solace in my own room n away from the world. Some problems are really hard to express and i just find myself staring into space very often. Have I slowly lose my sanity? I just feel v lonely sometimes, I duno who to turn to sometimes. Why is getting things I want so hard sometimes? I just feel v helpless recently...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-3292829752656707821?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/3292829752656707821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2011/04/out-of-sorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/3292829752656707821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/3292829752656707821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2011/04/out-of-sorts.html' title='Out of sorts'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-7476870869794281455</id><published>2011-04-01T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:57:47.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi me again</title><content type='html'>There I go again, finding myself back after going one big circle. I've lost myself to someone else's life and it seems so dark and grey. Everything was so focus on making his life better that I lost touch with what I had in me. Today, I sat and go about my old favourite pasttimes and God, I do miss all my old loves and dreams. They might not be big but I just want to go back to loving myself, loving music and loving art. It doesn't matter that I'm back all alone, I guess I love being with myself, to be honest, I do love being by myself. Though I stand alone again, my guitar stands with me. Imma gonna get it fix tomo and let it talk to me again. I realised that everyone have their own set of dreams. There's different dreams in different people and you don't have to follow what people dictate to you. If two people does not have the same direction in life, either you compromise or you go your own ways. It's happier this way, because when you do what you love, that smile on your face is genuine. You can't fake it. Some people find happiness in HDB flats and babies, some people find happiness in career, I find happiness in doing what I love. I don't care about what people say anymore, it's my life, if they don't like it, then get out of my life. I want a simple life and I don't need you to tell me how I should live it. My past are my lessons, not something that people can bitch and discuss about. They belong to me, whether it's good or disastrous. No one can judge me but myself. In my lessons, I learnt and that's most important. It's with great dispair that someone who had understood me so well can't actually spend his life with me. I'm a weird person I know, not just anyone will truly understand me and I tot I found a soulmate in him. But such is life that our paths are forked apart right from the start. Though it ended badly, but I really do treasure his footprints in my life. Being together is taking its toll on both of us and we both knew it. I had to let go in order for us to move forward. In my heart, I really do wish him all the best and may God really bless him and let him live on with happiness. I just hope the path that he chose is really what he wanted. Please remember, we only live once, whatever we do, we can never go back and change it. Treasure your life and may you bear the fruits that you had wanted and hope there'll be miracles in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-7476870869794281455?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/7476870869794281455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-me-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/7476870869794281455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/7476870869794281455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-me-again.html' title='Hi me again'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-1472485796083272070</id><published>2010-12-10T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:53:44.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People in my life</title><content type='html'>Every so often, I will think of someone who has been in my life b4. Today, I tot of a very good fren whom I used to hang out with so much. Due to alot of misunderstandings, our friendship has ended but when I'm feeling down sometimes, I will think of her and how we used to be there for each other last time. I've nv really been so close to anyone like I am to her so it's really kinda sad that the friendship has to end this way. I think she's the only friend who had seen me cry and I let her into my inner self without hesitation. We used to be like a pair of twins, going everywhere tog. I hope she will understand n learn why things happen this way and I'm sure she has grown up now that she's a mum. Though things can never be the same again, I do wish her happiness in her new found life and maybe one day when we meet on the streets, we can still say hi to each other cos friendship really dun come easy. To me, I always find it hard to rem the bad things and its normally the good memories that stay with me. Thanks for being there for me through my darkest days, ur existence has indeed cheer me up during those times. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-1472485796083272070?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/1472485796083272070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/1472485796083272070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/1472485796083272070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-in-my-life.html' title='People in my life'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-281230710204129687</id><published>2010-08-27T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:45:01.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking up</title><content type='html'>Saw this at the clinic this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not whether you get knocked down; it's whether you get up again" - Vince Lombardi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda get to me, firstly cos of all the falls I had in life, I still managed to get up. Maybe still limping along, but at least I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly cos I really did fell down 2 days ago. I was thinking abt things while I was climbing down the overhead bridge. I was lucky that it was the last two steps. I forgotten whether it's becos I couldn;t see the steps cos I was holding a big bag or it's becos my legs just gave way. I was too deep in thought and the next time I knew I was kneeing on the rough ground. It's bloody painful and I'm careful when I'm climbing the stairs now... I think it's gonna be ugly after it heal, gonna have a scar on my already pokka dot legs :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a big question mark now. I just tendered my resignation, can't stand my boss anymore. She's too demanding and high expectataion. Always trying to compare me with the 'last time' ppl. So I gave her the letter and tell her I dun think Im good enough, she should look for more experience staff. But I havent found a job yet, I lied that I had found one. Lied so convincingly to everyone that I almost believe I really had a new job waiting LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, life will always brings more surprises, shall just go along the path and see what life has in store for me. Future is too big a word for me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-281230710204129687?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/281230710204129687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/08/picking-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/281230710204129687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/281230710204129687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/08/picking-up.html' title='Picking up'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-7577735804500278097</id><published>2010-08-02T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:35:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss the rain</title><content type='html'>Under the same black sky,&lt;br /&gt;Someone is praying like I do&lt;br /&gt;Only a little harder, and a little sadder&lt;br /&gt;The silent desperate cry&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to open your eyes wider&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart to the sound of the night&lt;br /&gt;To know that the world does not revolve around you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want, is so small to someone else&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is crying in the heart&lt;br /&gt;And smiling to the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-7577735804500278097?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/7577735804500278097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/08/kiss-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/7577735804500278097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/7577735804500278097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/08/kiss-rain.html' title='Kiss the rain'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-8816649898305178782</id><published>2010-06-21T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T04:11:27.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I could see the way you do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7ZmTKRyInc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7ZmTKRyInc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you come to a stop,&lt;br /&gt;feeling like you don't know how to continue,&lt;br /&gt;let the music ease the torments n stress,&lt;br /&gt;before you begin a new journey in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-8816649898305178782?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/8816649898305178782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-only-i-could-see-way-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/8816649898305178782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/8816649898305178782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-only-i-could-see-way-you-do.html' title='If only I could see the way you do'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-2308088888949438920</id><published>2010-04-10T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:09:01.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"In life, you don't get people you want. You get people you need; to teach you, to hurt you, to love you, to make you laugh. To make you exactly the person you should be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things in life&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of the world&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares to the warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;of the knight giving amour.&lt;br /&gt;Songs heals, beauty appease and friend comforts&lt;br /&gt;Love does it all but also cause you to need them more.&lt;br /&gt;The game is spinning in my head&lt;br /&gt;the castles are too high in the air&lt;br /&gt;how do I reach them&lt;br /&gt;when I'm not given my wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;Promises are spoken vows&lt;br /&gt;or just convenient empty words&lt;br /&gt;Watching them disppear into the air&lt;br /&gt;and a new one's heard again&lt;br /&gt;Expectations is the evil sow&lt;br /&gt;that reaps only disappointments&lt;br /&gt;The throb increases as time goes&lt;br /&gt;I don't rem much abt the sunshine on ur face&lt;br /&gt;but I smile at the moonlight in ur eyes&lt;br /&gt;if only for an hour&lt;br /&gt;before the hourglass call out&lt;br /&gt;beckoning you to the pumpkin carriage&lt;br /&gt;carting you off into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;It's like sand in your hand&lt;br /&gt;heavy and solid and real,&lt;br /&gt;but slipping through your fingers&lt;br /&gt;until a grain or two, for memories keep&lt;br /&gt;The estacy that excites,&lt;br /&gt;the sleeping dragon that relaxes,&lt;br /&gt;the icy touch that keeps me awake,&lt;br /&gt;the love that tires and wears.&lt;br /&gt;The path ahead is a wall&lt;br /&gt;no poster, no map, no directions&lt;br /&gt;when will it fall, or will I fall&lt;br /&gt;unto the sandy path or into your arms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-2308088888949438920?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/2308088888949438920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-life-you-dont-get-people-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/2308088888949438920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/2308088888949438920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-life-you-dont-get-people-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-5998495402667328573</id><published>2010-03-28T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:55:28.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never love again</title><content type='html'>Never believe in love again, it's never meant to be in my life. I should learn to live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-5998495402667328573?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/5998495402667328573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-love-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/5998495402667328573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/5998495402667328573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-love-again.html' title='Never love again'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-978458698447131653</id><published>2010-02-26T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:49:39.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the harder you try to wish for something, the further u will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-978458698447131653?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/978458698447131653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/978458698447131653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/978458698447131653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-6158614528423798920</id><published>2010-02-16T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:50:28.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>Nobody will really understand the meaning of it unless they have been through it. There's no one you can tell it to because you are all alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-6158614528423798920?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/6158614528423798920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/02/loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/6158614528423798920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/6158614528423798920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2010/02/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-252401607000274318</id><published>2009-08-29T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:48:22.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy sunday</title><content type='html'>Agitated and restless... maybe its the rain, maybe its going to be Mon tomo, maybe cos I'm not getting what I want...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-252401607000274318?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/252401607000274318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2009/08/rainy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/252401607000274318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/252401607000274318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2009/08/rainy-sunday.html' title='Rainy sunday'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-7386736972492361863</id><published>2009-08-28T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:47:18.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is beautiful</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for a long time, almost forgot my password lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to say that alot of lovable people has been in my life and they add the colours to my black and white life. They give me the life to go through each day, even though I still dread going to work but at least I do it with a smile. And a friend has made me realise how important family is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now having a small cambodia "bro" actually add life to my house. Listening to him and my mum talk always make me laugh cos they are too cute. Although teaching tuition is still a chore for me... you will never imagine. I am the teacher who keep asking him if he is tired and want to rest. He is the student who say no, please go on sister. Actually I'm the one who need to rest!!! hahaha But I do hope he will pass his exams, he's a very bright and obedient boy. Imagine he washes his plates and sweep the floor! Gosh... luckily he is not my mum's son or else she would have disown me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always at a crossroads, but I believe I will take the right path this time. I do miss the people in my life in the past, but everyone's busy with their lives so I can only miss them. I want to start spending my life wisely, and smiling from the heart. Haven't feel this way for a long time, really very happy and contented with life right now. Please let this go on forever, forever smiling from within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-7386736972492361863?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/7386736972492361863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/7386736972492361863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/7386736972492361863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is beautiful'/><author><name>retard</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-6031490588169283120.post-1582227394177455322</id><published>2008-12-16T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:20:18.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new me</title><content type='html'>From today onwards, I will not believe in people so easily anymore. Welcoming the new me, the one who has finally open up her eyes to the world. The fairy tale world has already been burnt to ash. Too much disappointments in life make me grow up to who I am now. Do not hate me, I do not need your judgements on me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6031490588169283120-1582227394177455322?l=laziemofo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/feeds/1582227394177455322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/1582227394177455322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6031490588169283120/posts/default/1582227394177455322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laziemofo.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-me.html' title='A new me'/><author><name>retard</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>
