<?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-6434116922124545577</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:56:38.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>limitless.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-3761693210890291107</id><published>2009-02-16T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:26:14.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess this is really random. but i wanna start a tau huay stall. imagine long queues like the rochor canal one. $$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need is a good location. and a little bit of marketing. hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-3761693210890291107?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/3761693210890291107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=3761693210890291107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/3761693210890291107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/3761693210890291107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-guess-this-is-really-random.html' title=''/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-3514039024199852233</id><published>2009-02-16T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:10:33.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Verse1:&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I, couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;Meaning in my life&lt;br /&gt;I lost direction, all my hopes, &lt;br /&gt;Dashed upon some hearts of stone&lt;br /&gt;So i prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i get, so stressed up, &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hide under my sheets&lt;br /&gt;Depression is, so addictive, &lt;br /&gt;I got a dose of it again&lt;br /&gt;Then you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PreCho:&lt;br /&gt;Then you came&lt;br /&gt;Held me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;You were the only friend&lt;br /&gt;That i could depend on till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;cause you,&lt;br /&gt;took my heart to heal,&lt;br /&gt;the pain that I feel&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;Would answer my calls&lt;br /&gt;Picked me up from my fall&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I stand tall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-3514039024199852233?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/3514039024199852233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=3514039024199852233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/3514039024199852233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/3514039024199852233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/02/verse1-there-are-times-when-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-681091915612685237</id><published>2009-02-15T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:16:21.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>v day was somewhat special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for starters, woke up early, and went to CCH! played for service. then lunched with the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to expo, and enjoyed the sermon. VERY MUCH! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which had this exchange of v day presents between guy and girl in cell. the girls gave us balloons, the guys we sang when you say nothign at all, i played. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den was. a date. with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torrance tai shin chee! a guy!!! hahahhahaha. yeah. we ate kfc and had starbucks! and being the gentlemen i am, I SENT HIM HOME!!! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im straight. so yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den as i was on the way home, driving at SMU area and feeling lost as usual when ting ting called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wher are you... can you erm... haha..."&lt;br /&gt;"eh... around town... where you?"&lt;br /&gt;"orchard haha! YAY! CAN YOU?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;"haha of course! anyone else?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh just me and yulan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to pick them up, and wow. it was 2359 when i picked so it was still vday! haha. den picked angelina too on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea i happened to pass by a CD shop selling B52's CD, so i got it initially for yulan on her birthday (mine too actually), but so happen that i got to see her, so i gave it to her! haha. GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some possible lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason i cant explain.&lt;br /&gt;the things in this life that remain&lt;br /&gt;hopefully there's not much pain&lt;br /&gt;and that this life is not just a game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-681091915612685237?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/681091915612685237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=681091915612685237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/681091915612685237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/681091915612685237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-was-somewhat-special.html' title=''/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-3744605063663933305</id><published>2009-02-08T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:36:26.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>again!</title><content type='html'>im cheery! good mood now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOT IS APPROVED! WATER BAPTISM TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what could get better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few things i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some thoughts on this week; a week of breakthrough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im more confident now, its like a surge of life coming into me after all that happened this week. too much to really blog but! a lot of things about nem is really starting to come back alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im smiling again!&lt;br /&gt;dressing up again!&lt;br /&gt;talkative!&lt;br /&gt;vocal! &lt;br /&gt;positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like. life is back in me! not that im vain or attention seeking, but, more of a healthy self esteem! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good. world! watch out for bryan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-3744605063663933305?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/3744605063663933305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=3744605063663933305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/3744605063663933305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/3744605063663933305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/02/again.html' title='again!'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-6958447719221232557</id><published>2009-02-08T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:50:50.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. the love bank thingy seriously works.&lt;br /&gt;*ding ding! *deh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think now, ive got low interest rates. so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking my time!!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-6958447719221232557?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/6958447719221232557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=6958447719221232557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/6958447719221232557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/6958447719221232557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/02/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-5905898128702974238</id><published>2009-02-05T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:15:35.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i stared at you from afar,&lt;br /&gt;it took about 6 glances from me before you returned me with 1&lt;br /&gt;we're so distant, yet somehow it feels like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, and i don't know how&lt;br /&gt;certain things happen, or come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like it might, but yet it feels like it wont.&lt;br /&gt;realistically speaking, i've no faith to believe. &lt;br /&gt;i've to admit too, that i'm in no shape to love&lt;br /&gt;but yet deep down i yearn for love.&lt;br /&gt;how can such contrasting thoughts co exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are meant to be; and some people are just not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my heart somehow, naively chooses to believe that we were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i ask for a clear sign, of an indication that my faith is indeed placed on the right thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becas. i'm starting to feel something. and it may not be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if its from You Lord, i know its gonnna work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-5905898128702974238?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/5905898128702974238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=5905898128702974238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/5905898128702974238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/5905898128702974238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-stared-at-you-from-afar-it-took-about.html' title=''/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-3404520539638612723</id><published>2009-02-01T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:35:36.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want an acoustic guitar. actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need one. urgently. money pls fall from the sky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-3404520539638612723?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/3404520539638612723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=3404520539638612723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/3404520539638612723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/3404520539638612723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-acoustic-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-7178936166357867595</id><published>2009-01-28T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:45:53.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well lets see, im sitting here at my school's new makan place! well it is called.. THE MAKAN PLACE. its this air conditioned food court that the school built, which we, current students of Ngee Ann Polytechnic, believe that it was built JUST FOR OPEN HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. its got nice food. surprisingly, cheap too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy that sounds like an advertisement. lol. but yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feature writing consult now. consulting the design of the magazine we're doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay consult over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you fail to plan, you plan to fail!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Meet web d grp at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;Go aunt's place after that around 1.45&lt;br /&gt;Drop grand dad home.&lt;br /&gt;Go bras basah and fix up victor's guit.&lt;br /&gt;home! ~ 7&lt;br /&gt;nap? or do work?&lt;br /&gt;if nap... nap to 12 and do work&lt;br /&gt;if work... work till 12 and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;8am go school for Starting a Business class. got test! target mark: A&lt;br /&gt;Meet for MM Report Submission after class! ~ 12noon&lt;br /&gt;Submit MM! Target time: 2pm!&lt;br /&gt;HOME!&lt;br /&gt;night plans... PLAY? HAHA. unplanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh things to do-&lt;br /&gt;Print baptisms form and get it signed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat:&lt;br /&gt;Morning wake up go CCH!&lt;br /&gt;CCH SVC! &lt;br /&gt;Lunch with CCH gang!&lt;br /&gt;then... UNPLANNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. lotsa time need to plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised. im starting to enjoy blogging. and writing. this is good. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-7178936166357867595?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/7178936166357867595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=7178936166357867595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/7178936166357867595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/7178936166357867595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-lets-see-im-sitting-here-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-1485180592614888014</id><published>2009-01-28T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:20:16.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm!</title><content type='html'>feel like singing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;That's why it'll never work&lt;br /&gt;You'll have me suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When you say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Damn all these beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;They only wanna do your dirt&lt;br /&gt;They'll have you suicidal, suicidal&lt;br /&gt;When they say it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sean kingston, beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. the song sounds cute now. it was irritating at first. hmm. sounds very zi bei! but... catchy tune. and most bands would sing this with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has come&lt;br /&gt;And the land is dark&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is the only light we see&lt;br /&gt;No I won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;No I won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darling, darling stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now, now, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Stand by me, stand by me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stand by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bum, bum, bum bum bum, bum... dar dee dum... dum.. duuuu armmm.. dum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL! i've mentioned that i'm SINGLE and UNINTERESTED now... but simply becas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so weird. happy flow to serious thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways! SOME THOUGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know people say that we shouldnt get attached too many times? simply cause a piece of your heart will be given to every person your attached too? especially if they were serious relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i know exactly how that feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats left, im keeping it for the last girl. so waiting is the most important factor. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! LOVE MATTERS IS A GOOD SHOW! do watch it! lotsa funny stuff! like... a Casanova-ish guy getting tied to a table and threatened to get castrated! hahah! gosh. i sound damn evil. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chionging work now! WATER BAPTISM ON MY BIRTHDAY! CANT BELIEVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a side note. hmm. maybe my waiting game; has already begun. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-1485180592614888014?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/1485180592614888014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=1485180592614888014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/1485180592614888014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/1485180592614888014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title='hmm!'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-6715903376609109838</id><published>2009-01-26T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:47:09.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>neither here nor there</title><content type='html'>i feel like im neither here nor there. in terms of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like, i cant really relate to ppl my age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im always around ppl 20 plus, yea easier for me but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant be myself when im around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i'd like to think that im more mature in some sense, i cant help but wish to really just, let myself out. not that its a childish side but... really just being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, there's this bunch of ppl who are just lovable wherever they go? to be really honest, and i hate to say but im really envious of such ppl. i used to be able to enjoy this charisma a long time ago. but somehow, over the years, it just disappeared. no longer do ppl want to know me, or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i used to complain a lot about being criticized for being "in the limelight", but i guess, thats what you get when you really stick out from everyone. and then again, which person sticks out and not have anyone want to hammer them back in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it fame i want? or is it just acceptance? love from people around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i stopped to think about wat im writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be myself again, cas i believe thats how i'll get acceptance and more ppl to notice me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that true? i dunt noe. i really dunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. i really wanna be myself again. becas. i really enjoy being me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet. its been too long since i last enjoyed being myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan lee. you will be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully recalled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-6715903376609109838?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/6715903376609109838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=6715903376609109838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/6715903376609109838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/6715903376609109838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/01/there.html' title='neither here nor there'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-6786738215905077840</id><published>2009-01-25T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:09:27.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its chinese new year~!</title><content type='html'>its chinese new year and im waiting for people to come to my house now... lol. so in the meantime, some thoughts (i think this will be my theme for this year. thoughts thought and more thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up not long ago, and i had dreams. and i mean, a lot of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last dream would be how i feel when i wake up. meaning, if my last dream was full of happiness, i'll wake up smiling from ear to ear and feel like the whole world loves me or sth. haha. but if its sad and scary... then i'd really wake up scared, anxious, perspiring very badly and all. its not a nice feeling at all. the feeling wears off after awhile, but... this feeling has driven me to do things. and a certain thing in particular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got attached &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of a scary dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the dream someone took her away from me. my best friend at that point of time. and i woke up so scared, i was perspiring and in tears. then i just thought i'd messaged her. i told her that i was so afraid of losing her. but at the same time, i was afraid to tell her for fear of rejection. and then... it just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, she's leaving for aussie for 6 years to do her vet studies this sat. i wish her all the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah we broke up after three months. shall blog about this another time. haha. soon. after i write something. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-6786738215905077840?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/6786738215905077840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=6786738215905077840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/6786738215905077840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/6786738215905077840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-chinese-new-year.html' title='its chinese new year~!'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-4560788099156641659</id><published>2009-01-25T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:50:50.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts.</title><content type='html'>i wonder what it feels like;&lt;br /&gt;to find the one in this life;&lt;br /&gt;who actually  enjoys my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im around. there are lotsa things that i wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they actually enjoy being around me?&lt;br /&gt;do they want to talk to me? &lt;br /&gt;do they want to contact me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the very fact that they enjoy my company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course. it doesnt mean that if nobody says anything, or does anything, means that im not noticed or un appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i must always noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. theres always this unsatisfactory word. but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so unsatisfied? why cant i be content with this life im living? thats another thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. its just that. sometimes when im out with my friends, i realise that they always have someone their smsing. and for me its like. my phone's quiet all the time. the last time, my phonebill was high, sadly, becas ppl dint pickup my calls and they always went into voicemail. which is considered 1 minute. now with my new plan... my bill dropped from 90 to 48. like wow rite. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many friends that i can talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how many, actually want to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many friends that i can ask out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how many would ask me out first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet, sometimes i feel like i've none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its me as well. i need to be more strong. and im sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;someone to love, yet with our lives in their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's gotta be somebody for me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope im not interested in getting a girlfriend; its more like i need a friend who needs me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the song title, maybe... i just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Be Somebody&lt;br /&gt;-Nickelback, Dark Horse album&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-4560788099156641659?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/4560788099156641659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=4560788099156641659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/4560788099156641659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/4560788099156641659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-thoughts.html' title='some thoughts.'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-8675877299417204430</id><published>2009-01-24T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:41:36.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy niu year eve!</title><content type='html'>im sitting here, in a boring room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yes its lunchtime. and im constantly thinking of ways to spice up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's gonna be reunion dinner tonight, den after that... im not very keen on staying home.. but... wat can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's countdown at chinatown; or maybe chill out at simpang? or this and that. okay, theres not alot of things to do actually. but yes, i wana find something to do. if all else fails, i'll just go into hibernation. a state by which im always sleeping unless there are guests or i need to do visiting. it helps before i get back and finish the last leg of year two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm. shall blog it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-8675877299417204430?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/8675877299417204430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=8675877299417204430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/8675877299417204430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/8675877299417204430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-niu-year-eve.html' title='happy niu year eve!'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-3493306768824791907</id><published>2009-01-22T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:17:31.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to blog!</title><content type='html'>hello people! im back to blogging! and yes! IM MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MORE a happy person now! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well! thot i should start the first entry of 2009 with... RESOLUTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to SOT! &lt;br /&gt;2. Get water baptized!&lt;br /&gt;3. Smile more and return to the friendly bryan again!&lt;br /&gt;4. Take my attire and appearance seriously again. HAHA. so that..&lt;br /&gt;5. I can make my presence felt more! not attract girls if your thinking that way!&lt;br /&gt;6. Conclusion. I don't need to know more ppl, or try too hard.&lt;br /&gt;7. More people need to know me!&lt;br /&gt;8. Buy a new acoustic guitar!&lt;br /&gt;9. Save 30% of my allowance every week!&lt;br /&gt;10. Improve my relationships with certain people. *very very personal goal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i'll add on to them as time goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more resolution. TO KEEP BLOGGING! Cheers ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-3493306768824791907?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/3493306768824791907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=3493306768824791907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/3493306768824791907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/3493306768824791907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-blog.html' title='back to blog!'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-1344034039348638221</id><published>2008-09-15T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:28:58.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>appregios.</title><content type='html'>just came home not long ago. super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt appregios today during my guitar lesson. and recorded my soloing which is like... yuck. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a creative director, a producer. of concerts, events, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where should i begin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-1344034039348638221?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/1344034039348638221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=1344034039348638221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/1344034039348638221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/1344034039348638221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2008/09/appregios.html' title='appregios.'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-5952039069206091487</id><published>2008-09-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:48:18.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling. not so good</title><content type='html'>theres things about me and being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can stay alone. but i'll start thinking of all sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now with vodaphone. i actually can blog about watever feeling i have anytime. sounds scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, it makes me wonder, what should a blog be about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my day, how ive been, what happens, im pissed with this, im happy with this blah blah? or something else? in mine so far, it seems like everything i blooged bout happens to always be my feelings. feelings feelings and more feelings. im quite sure less then 10 ppl read this blog, so if ur reading it, yes ur one of the few. i'd really like more ppl to read, but im afraid of wat they'll say. blogging is a release of my feelings. thats for me. i really wanna like post up pictures, do up html and all, but i dunno. im more interested in jus typing den pictures. you could say that im more into words than into pictures or symbols. a little weird a combination but not at all unexpected i guess. honestly, ok fine. honestly is my favourite word of the season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be an honest person.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;but as the saying goes, all things said must be true, but not all things true must be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for me? all things done must be good; but not all things good must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i doing too much for my age? thats good rite? or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i really missed out what life really is about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is life really about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some say success; but others say love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life=love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no love=no life *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love = benefit others sacrifice self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life = benefit others sacrifice self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so life isnt about myself. so why do i do so much things for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl ask me. what do i want? i dunt noe.&lt;br /&gt;nothing i do gives me satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i think im sounding too old. this is not goood. hahahahahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. someday i'll know the answer i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-5952039069206091487?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-7532143448184367536</id><published>2008-09-11T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:49:40.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im afraid</title><content type='html'>afraid to love. afraid to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i think i've had a rather blessed life in term of success. everything i start doing, turns out good; not the best, not the worst, but i noe im good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar. badminton. sound engineering. talking. writing. thinking. doing. watsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the best, not the worst, but i noe im good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything. i feel like a rich man, with only superficial friends kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive succeeded much in 18 years; but relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat if im talented? so wat if im good in all those? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive gained the world and lost my soul. it feels that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant bring all those things with me to heaven. i can only bring relationships with me to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. i have so many tainted ones. and ive only been attached once and rejected countless of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not satisfied with life. there's gotta be more to it than jus working my butt off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-7532143448184367536?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/7532143448184367536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>I want to be happy. again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stressed, and im tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im a little lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been working and working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking, is it worth it all?&lt;br /&gt;just working and working and working. when school starts, im gonna work some more. do i really want this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i wanted to be able to support my grandparents when i come out of army. cas hu knows wat will happen tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the expense of my youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have point there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i wan to work so hard? holidays is fine i guess. but school time as well? it doesn't make much sense i guess. but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat do i realli want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doing everything that seems right. &lt;br /&gt;its not about things seeming right. its about, doign EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i do may seem to be the right thing to do, but it doesnt mean that i have to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting more confused by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan lee, what is it that you're after?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-1581583258820883498?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/1581583258820883498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=1581583258820883498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/1581583258820883498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/1581583258820883498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2008/09/mixed-feelings.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-3327763452126963708</id><published>2008-09-10T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:46:07.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a mess of thoughts.</title><content type='html'>gosh. i realised that there's no specific train of thoughts in the previous. no direction. im just thinking of everything at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im confused. hais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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thoughts.'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-9084817496074623337</id><published>2008-09-10T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:19:15.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning or the end</title><content type='html'>im on the bus. yes im blogging on the bus with my vodaphone. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. tml's the day. the day that determines the fate of our friendship. will it be the end? or a new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a play of a word with the pre chorus of the song "true" by ryan cabrera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[original]&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak, it's true&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm afraid to know the answer&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me too?&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart keeps falling faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[modified]&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak, it's true&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm afraid to know the answer&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to?&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart keeps falling faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from too - to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, everyone may say things about me, like wat u said, the outsiders see the most.&lt;br /&gt;but there are things they just won't see, and things that they'll never know of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone said to me being a christian was a waste of time; was distracting me form studying, form wat was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hu was there with me when i was down and alone?&lt;br /&gt;hu was there with me when my tears flooded my pillows?&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't just there; He collected every tear i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what bout them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where were they when i first fell in love with my instrument?&lt;br /&gt;when i spent many hours fixing guitars in a shop, accepting a pay of only 20 a day?&lt;br /&gt;wnen i practiced songs till my fingers bled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were there for me when i was all alone.&lt;br /&gt;you were there for me when i wanted to share my joy or my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt that you would be there for me, not just everyday. but every tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe that you were the one&lt;br /&gt;to build me up and tear me down&lt;br /&gt;like an old abandoned house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑我怎么睡得着 &lt;br /&gt;你的身影这么近我却看不到 &lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳也会围绕 &lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己找  你要离开 我知道很简单 &lt;br /&gt;你说依赖 是我们的阻碍 &lt;br /&gt;就算放开 但能不能别没收我的友情 &lt;br /&gt;当作我最后才明白 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我先在只能希望明天会更好。 i hope everything turns out okay.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you tml. if i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6434116922124545577.post-1157559422946584180</id><published>2008-09-06T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:22:17.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>newsong</title><content type='html'>a song wrote. no title yet but melody is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse1:&lt;br /&gt;Time is short&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that I’ve always been told&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I try &lt;br /&gt;To do a million things all at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow baby, it seems&lt;br /&gt;The more I do the less I complete&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying hard, I am&lt;br /&gt;To stand up straight and find out life’s  path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not perfect, I know&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the easiest person to love&lt;br /&gt;But I’m learning, it’s tough&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I’ll learn it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre Chorus1:&lt;br /&gt;Cause the time when you were there for me,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to be, a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;A friend that I’ve been praying for&lt;br /&gt;A prayer that God had answered &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus1:&lt;br /&gt;It’ll probably be easier&lt;br /&gt;If someone stood right here&lt;br /&gt;To walk with me, this journey&lt;br /&gt;It surely would be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, it shouldn’t be&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to realise&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are far ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;And its getting further, and further each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we talked, but it feels&lt;br /&gt;Like it’ll never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;Like I’ll never see you this time&lt;br /&gt;Or hear you on the phone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it what they think &lt;br /&gt;Or simply cause it cannot be&lt;br /&gt;That a guy could buy&lt;br /&gt;You breakfast on the way to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only, wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;Find some time to spend with you&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes, or 5hours, it didn’t matter as long&lt;br /&gt;As it was quality time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre Chorus2:&lt;br /&gt;Well truth is that I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you would hide because of that&lt;br /&gt;Not that I like you, not that I won’t&lt;br /&gt;But my hearts too tired to think of much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus2:&lt;br /&gt;It’ll probably be easier&lt;br /&gt;If someone stood right here&lt;br /&gt;To walk with me, this journey&lt;br /&gt;It surely would be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, it shouldn’t be&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to realise&lt;br /&gt;That the future holds surprises&lt;br /&gt;That I could not think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just let each day pass,&lt;br /&gt;Come what may,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bear with it&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell&lt;br /&gt;And patience will lead the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6434116922124545577.post-4014571486497201003</id><published>2008-09-04T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:23:07.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my words carry my future</title><content type='html'>yeps. i told myself today's gonna be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing in the morning, woke up, smiled, woke a baby pig up =P and went to work. work today, time passed relatively easy, i did my stuff rather fast. guess everything just worked out well. prayer from last night helped lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling better. starting to cope with this new lifestyle. but; my life still feels incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll know what's missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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future'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-7002945551332291408</id><published>2008-09-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:11:01.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life goes on.</title><content type='html'>hey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess im getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i search for in this life that i lead? fame? riches? appreciation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes this brain of mine thinks way too much than it should. good? bad? i'd say its good, but sometimes, i wish ppl knew better of how i think, and how i feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about this comfort, knowing that even if God doesnt reply, He cares. If some people don't reply, its really hard to know whether they care or not. but we're all human. :) being human gives us the excuse to make mistakes, but i guess, we should all strive to be better ppl. i know im trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thanks for everything. Your grace, i dun deserve it, but. its just. Amazing Grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you too. for an undeserved friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-7002945551332291408?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/7002945551332291408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=7002945551332291408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/7002945551332291408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/7002945551332291408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-goes-on.html' title='life goes on.'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-8022588536015160378</id><published>2008-09-02T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:21:41.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the verge of sinking. again.</title><content type='html'>im sinking. and no ones there to pull me out. i dont want to. the only thing im fighting for is my sanity. thats all. i cant do this alone. someone help me. pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-8022588536015160378?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/8022588536015160378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=8022588536015160378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/8022588536015160378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/8022588536015160378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-verge-of-sinking-again.html' title='on the verge of sinking. again.'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-6466615475718960760</id><published>2008-09-02T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:18:52.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thats it.</title><content type='html'>i cant take it already. i dunt wanna bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-6466615475718960760?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/6466615475718960760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=6466615475718960760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/6466615475718960760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/6466615475718960760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-it.html' title='thats it.'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-408031050246402227</id><published>2008-09-02T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:53:24.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>irritated</title><content type='html'>im irritated. its frustrating. but what can i do. sometimes, when God doesnt answer, its frustrating. same goes for humans. but i noe that even if God doesnt answer, He still cares. but when humans don't answer, i dont think they care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all in your hands God. I can do no other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-408031050246402227?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/408031050246402227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=408031050246402227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/408031050246402227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/408031050246402227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2008/09/irritated.html' title='irritated'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-5637252393402237993</id><published>2008-08-31T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:55:43.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the emotions that come along with doing nothing.</title><content type='html'>its days like this that drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its a rest day and you've so much time to rest; and think. about things that i gotta do, and about the people that are close to my heart. its not easy  to think about the people you love; its painful sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;theres always this fear of losing them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm not the easiest person to love&lt;br /&gt;I'm often the one who lets things go unresolved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you choose to be&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;Yet you choose to be on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too proud of some things&lt;br /&gt;I've done in my life&lt;br /&gt;The skeletons in my closet&lt;br /&gt;Are too big for me to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you choose to be&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Charity&lt;br /&gt;You're on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;And there's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br /&gt;All alone I cried&lt;br /&gt;There was no place to go&lt;br /&gt;I remember when nobody cared&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the easiest person to love&lt;br /&gt;But you, you've opened your heart to show me what I'm worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you choose to be&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;What a mystery&lt;br /&gt;You're on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;And there's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br /&gt;All alone I cried&lt;br /&gt;There was no place to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when nobody cared&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cared&lt;br /&gt;But you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you choose to be&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;br /&gt;On the side of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;- Corrinne May, "On the side of me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-5637252393402237993?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/5637252393402237993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=5637252393402237993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/5637252393402237993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/5637252393402237993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2008/08/emotions-that-come-along-with-doing.html' title='the emotions that come along with doing nothing.'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-2953666792784132230</id><published>2008-08-30T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:00:41.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions.</title><content type='html'>emotions are such crazy things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness makes everything seem right; sadness makes everything seem wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got to go through all those. but sometimes, we really wished that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; knew. how it feels to do so much for someone that only sees the result and not the process that we went through for? just like how it takes months to prepare for a 2 hour concert. and all we can do is just, wait and see? lol. time will heal and tell you the answers to all the questions we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you there. cheer up. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-2953666792784132230?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/2953666792784132230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=2953666792784132230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/2953666792784132230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/2953666792784132230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2008/08/emotions.html' title='emotions.'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-5836811514797182688</id><published>2008-08-29T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:17:35.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>maybe i'm trying, trying too hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. today. driving was good. i really really really wanna pass on the first time. so ppl please pray for me! i'll drive you around! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell. usual. haha. nothing much i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i think im sounding more boring than ever. haha. but really. im like. lost for words. no deep thoughts anymore? haha. acty have but just too lazy to blog bout it. must start trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna look forward to something. or maybe someone? haha. we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-5836811514797182688?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/5836811514797182688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=5836811514797182688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/5836811514797182688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/5836811514797182688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2008/08/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-5474027649207212660</id><published>2008-08-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:23:21.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe. im trying to keep this going</title><content type='html'>Hello there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im back to blog! quick one la. lazy to write long one. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first. holidays! and im working at an interior design company thats started by victor and his friend 3 years ago. lotsa potential i must say. pays not that bad, and lotsa things to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strings. this weeks the concert, i should go. but. oh well im probably gonna see how first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cellgroup. haha. God has moved. what more can i ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family. hmmm. i wouldnt mind more time with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend? LOL. nahhhhhhhh.... soon? not even close. sad? nahhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodfriends? one or two. and maybe that cute idiot girl hus prob the only one hu reads my blog and "watches porn". haha inside meaning, its not what u ppl think it is. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna learn guitar again. fast. somebody pls teach me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434116922124545577-5474027649207212660?l=limitl3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/5474027649207212660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6434116922124545577&amp;postID=5474027649207212660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/5474027649207212660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434116922124545577/posts/default/5474027649207212660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://limitl3ss.blogspot.com/2008/08/hehe-im-trying-to-keep-this-going.html' title='hehe. im trying to keep this going'/><author><name>blee.d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423237745013406034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434116922124545577.post-3022429362006468936</id><published>2008-08-10T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:11:54.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh! i hate html!</title><content type='html'>Yes! I HATE HTML! lol. oh well just thot i'd do up some stuff, so i did the banner with fireworks, and im trying to go back to blogging. well like i said, TRYING. guess mr shan's lesson on fireworks was the only one i listened to, but my design concepts are still lacking lots. well takes time, wanna do up a really nice html background but... yea, takes time, and time and lotsa time, well maybe like forever. gosh im like just crapping, blogging is really stupid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. lotsa thoughts to pen down, none now but as time comes, i guess i'll do something bout it. technically im on holidays, but there are still 2 papers left, 18th and 20th of august, and on 23rd sep its my driving test! i really wanna pass it the first time! PLS PRAY FOR ME PPL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well apart from those, i really wish there were more things to look forward to. nowadays its just day to day living. and its boring cause most of you guys are mugging, or busy doing ur projects and final exams. i feel kinda weird to be a little free, like, guilty for not doing any work now. just few weeks ago i was going mad, and now like, too relaxed. i need to find something to do. maybe a job? dont really feel like working though, but my family wants me to. well i guess i gotta see how things go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a little depressing too, on a sadder note, strings and school stuff. haha. somehow everything just comes all at once huh, but its ok. im sure things will work out somehow. thats positive thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going through all this would have killed me if i was alone. thanks to all those hu've taken time to listen, its really boring to hear me talk about myself all the time yea guys? hahahahaha. but u noe, you ppl hu've stood by me, i have no idea how you guys tolerate my ego, arrogance, and i dunno, my self centeredness in my talking and all my imperfection. ur amazing. thanks alot! i kinda realise why im single now... 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