<?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-7343725178489457656</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:53:03.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not a lie, if you believe it ;&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12675835640657275012</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7343725178489457656.post-7249827181043705360</id><published>2007-10-26T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:32:59.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah,&lt;br /&gt;i learnt today,&lt;br /&gt;that i just think too much(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought my new phone last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very happy today,&lt;br /&gt;i think im getting mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for weds to be over&lt;br /&gt;then i can do all the things i planned&lt;br /&gt;to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know that this place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And these walls and this race&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will melt down in one breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And leave it all behind me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-7249827181043705360?l=triflestotriggers.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-7343725178489457656.post-1647665010155498921</id><published>2007-10-16T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T06:16:57.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why must it always happen when im expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid for everything,&lt;br /&gt;i can only pray that God will make a way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case ,&lt;br /&gt;i just have got to brace myself&lt;br /&gt;for the marks to come,&lt;br /&gt;and hope i ll get through this alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a really cold day,&lt;br /&gt;raining and all,&lt;br /&gt;what with choir making me so depressed today&lt;br /&gt;for no reason,&lt;br /&gt;it just always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go to church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back and play tennis.&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone over there,&lt;br /&gt;and hark if i havent deproved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broke my phone in half,&lt;br /&gt;been without it for a whole week!/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound so negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i love my music(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant let go of everything yet,&lt;br /&gt;so i ll just bear with it&lt;br /&gt;and not cry and not fear and not whine&lt;br /&gt;and just take what i deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to go to aussie,&lt;br /&gt;but im still very afraid and worried for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having bad insomnia-&lt;br /&gt;you wouldnt imagine of the things i think of at&lt;br /&gt;night nowadays(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying really really hard not to do the stupid things i used to do last time&lt;br /&gt;when i was super depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im still veryvery paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;im so scared i fail everything!&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to end up like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss alot of people too,&lt;br /&gt;and its so lonely here at home,&lt;br /&gt;even when you ve gota dog at your beck and call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE being an only child,&lt;br /&gt;it would be eons better to have someone to fight with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-1647665010155498921?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/feeds/1647665010155498921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7343725178489457656&amp;postID=1647665010155498921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/1647665010155498921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/1647665010155498921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-must-it-always-happen-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12675835640657275012</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-7343725178489457656.post-3734217857516734449</id><published>2007-09-26T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:18:22.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so super happy these days(:&lt;br /&gt;i think im convinced now,&lt;br /&gt;that i am entirely focused on australia!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im studying really quite hard now,&lt;br /&gt;ss was just slightly less than a breeze,&lt;br /&gt;i think i ll either pass fine or just fail.&lt;br /&gt;english was obviously great.&lt;br /&gt;but im super scared for hcl i think im going to fail/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im still very happy(:&lt;br /&gt;ilovebeingalive,almostalwaysnow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for oneyearmore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ll be over somewhere else,&lt;br /&gt;doing the things i really really want to do,&lt;br /&gt;with huei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superconvivial!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lately I'm alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And lately I'm not scared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've figured out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That what you do to me feels like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm floating on air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't need to know right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I know is I believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the very thing that got us here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now I can't leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say anything, but say what you mean'cause &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm caught in suspension&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now,I'm wanting this for sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll beg for nothing more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll plan all day and drive all night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll love what's in store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't seem to stop this now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even if it's not so clear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll take what I can get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want me here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say anything, but say what you mean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you whisper you want this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your eyes tell the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are gaining speed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can barely breathe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause I'm caught in suspension&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's enough for me to get excited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's enough for me to feel...woah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say anything, but say what you mean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you whisper you want this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your eyes tell the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-3734217857516734449?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-7343725178489457656.post-7542853852163744634</id><published>2007-09-17T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T05:26:28.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but im still quite scared.&lt;br /&gt;im scared i wont be able to make it through.&lt;br /&gt;i can push myself,im strong enough,ithink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im scared i ll change my mind,&lt;br /&gt;then there wont be much worth living for anymore.&lt;br /&gt;somehow,theres something missing from my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want all these things and i tell myself ,&lt;br /&gt;i will get everything i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of my past inspirations?&lt;br /&gt;i havent had time to draw for about a month already,&lt;br /&gt;and i used to do it everysingle day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it used to be my dream you know,&lt;br /&gt;world renowned artist\\designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its all changed,&lt;br /&gt;im becoming more and more like my parents,&lt;br /&gt;and truth is,&lt;br /&gt;im not even sure if this is what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go to australia and study,&lt;br /&gt;and i really want to do psychology and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno,&lt;br /&gt;theres something bothering me,&lt;br /&gt;something miniscule ,&lt;br /&gt;its like a tinny frequency whizzing away at the back of my mind;&lt;br /&gt;"what about your art! theres a way! theres another meaning to everything!"&lt;br /&gt;i used to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;but as i think of how australia will benefit me,&lt;br /&gt;and doing something there that i like as well,&lt;br /&gt;that tinny voice is still there,&lt;br /&gt;trying to tell me something,&lt;br /&gt;however soft it is,and how much more it seems to be getting softer,&lt;br /&gt;it just keeps reminding me,&lt;br /&gt;of all my previous aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;and i cant help not reliving the ecstasy i experienced&lt;br /&gt; when i related to those fantasies once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that voice is so tainted  that its becoming unbearably painful,&lt;br /&gt;like a perpetual stain that distracts me from my presently erected goal,&lt;br /&gt;like a thorn in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and it pricks me when i try to define it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the supposed future that it's feeding me,&lt;br /&gt;it's all glamour,&lt;br /&gt;glamour &amp;amp; riches &amp;amp; luck &amp;amp; inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;but its so sought after that its depressing to reiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet the goal i am currently after&lt;br /&gt;is so much more firmly planted down,&lt;br /&gt;so much less absurd,&lt;br /&gt;so much more stable,&lt;br /&gt;and when i compare the two,&lt;br /&gt;its as though im comparing a magic tsunami to a crisp,bright sunflower.&lt;br /&gt;not sure how to depict this,&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;for the time being,&lt;br /&gt;im 99 per cent on the stable job,&lt;br /&gt;0.00000000000000000000000000000000000001 percent on the overly preposterous one.&lt;br /&gt;and in between the two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-7542853852163744634?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/feeds/7542853852163744634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7343725178489457656&amp;postID=7542853852163744634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/7542853852163744634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/7542853852163744634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/2007/09/but-im-still-quite-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12675835640657275012</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-7343725178489457656.post-6235765760416331647</id><published>2007-09-17T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T05:06:00.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>im really happy these days(:&lt;br /&gt;im studying very hard,&lt;br /&gt;but mind,no A1s yet/:&lt;br /&gt;but ive improved alot ithink(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i ate some watercress &lt;br /&gt;and there was this fat gigantic caterpillar&lt;br /&gt;green and black /:&lt;br /&gt;sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idont think ive worked so hard since psle,actually(:&lt;br /&gt;very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i ve gotten over all that depressing shit stuff i used to do previously(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im still scared for cca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not at cca for so long and a concert in november!&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont miss cca,but its hard not remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to exercise a damn lot after exams.&lt;br /&gt;notime now.&lt;br /&gt;swimming everyday!&lt;br /&gt;and egypt &amp; reunions &amp; borders &amp; maybe tennis(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maybe church with huei,i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im starting to sortof like studying,how ironic,&lt;br /&gt;i hated it to the core not very long ago/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everythings going so quickly,&lt;br /&gt;and im glad that it is, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive never been so motivated before,ithink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleared my entire room (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ve changed alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still,ive never been so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a night, and it shines.&lt;br /&gt;And it calls us on and on.&lt;br /&gt;So be here by my side, and watch the stars.&lt;br /&gt;They're ours.&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish or just take charge.&lt;br /&gt;The moment comes get lost and go far.&lt;br /&gt;I think that we've got what it takes, to get this heart start beating again.&lt;br /&gt;So take it all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;And our hearts are on The Everglow.&lt;br /&gt;So just let go and fall into it.&lt;br /&gt;We begin, breathe in.&lt;br /&gt;Here's our chance to go for something.&lt;br /&gt;So this is where we win, and take the game.&lt;br /&gt;No blame. There's a neon light inside that shines.&lt;br /&gt;And tearing down the walls in the way.&lt;br /&gt;I think that we've got what it takes, to get this heart start beating again.&lt;br /&gt;So take it all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;And our hearts are on The Everglow.&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside we both know it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's hanging on this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;And our hearts are on The Everglow.&lt;br /&gt;So just let go and fall into it.&lt;br /&gt;It's cold inside, but deep in the night.&lt;br /&gt;The light is bright enough to save the weakest ones but you're in the running.&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't you give up or fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;And our hearts are on The Everglow.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;So just let go and fall into it.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;And our hearts are on The Everglow.&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside we both know it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's hanging on this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;And our hearts are on The Everglow.&lt;br /&gt;Every action makes a reaction.&lt;br /&gt;We'll figure it out and make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;And our hearts are on The Everglow.&lt;br /&gt;So just let go and fall into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-6235765760416331647?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/feeds/6235765760416331647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7343725178489457656&amp;postID=6235765760416331647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/6235765760416331647'/><link rel='self' 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-7343725178489457656.post-8678410438115448634</id><published>2007-08-25T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T08:03:01.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now,;</title><content type='html'>i think im getting better&lt;br /&gt;i want to do super well for my eoys&lt;br /&gt;so that i can reassure myslef&lt;br /&gt;that im capable enough to study by myself&lt;br /&gt;im really quite happy today(:&lt;br /&gt;i accomplished so many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays probably the hardest ive ever worked since psle!&lt;br /&gt;whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really scared he doesnt allow me to go to melb next year though/:&lt;br /&gt;i f i dont go,&lt;br /&gt;i wont think lifes worth it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even want to think about whether he ll let me or not&lt;br /&gt;and how the hell am i going to ask him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i dont go,huei wont either, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to have my own room and do ANYTHING i want with it,&lt;br /&gt;and i want to be one of the best damn students there.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to take art,&lt;br /&gt;im quite sick of the idea.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why im sick of the idea actually,im so good at it.&lt;br /&gt;and music as well,&lt;br /&gt;i think i ll never want to take music,&lt;br /&gt;because of HAHA choir.&lt;br /&gt;not really lah,&lt;br /&gt;i just dont think i ll be able to take the stress,&lt;br /&gt;and im good in my vocal and musicality only.&lt;br /&gt;actually piano too,but its not really for me,&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for grade 8 to be over!&lt;br /&gt;two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;then chiong eoys to the end!&lt;br /&gt;and i want a laptop/:&lt;br /&gt;but i ll get it next year&lt;br /&gt;because i want an updated more longlasting one.&lt;br /&gt;and a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomm going to mug like shit again (:&lt;br /&gt;im happy im finally changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and huei too,and ewsy(:&lt;br /&gt;happy for them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my blog.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-8678410438115448634?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/feeds/8678410438115448634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7343725178489457656&amp;postID=8678410438115448634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/8678410438115448634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you are(:&lt;br /&gt;we all have our times in the dumps i guess/:&lt;br /&gt;we are now,but choir needs you too(:&lt;br /&gt;chiong to the end,&lt;br /&gt;love you alotalot,&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&amp; cheer up too!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-3900821636206212224?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/feeds/3900821636206212224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7343725178489457656&amp;postID=3900821636206212224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/3900821636206212224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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anymore,&lt;br /&gt;i want to get away from home&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk to hueis house now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letsmakethismomentacrime.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://letsmakethismomentacrime.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not moving my blog,im just adding another one because i like too many skins and i have so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish people would tag,&lt;br /&gt;it feels so dead here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to runaway now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there was somebody who could help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish there was someone who could understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stand under the rain now but its not raining and its past midnight so i dont think its possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-5436755892303982382?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-7343725178489457656.post-3679372453364483560</id><published>2007-08-21T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T05:34:57.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ve got a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melbourne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with huei (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite happy these days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned fifteen last weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super tired though /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im studying really quite hard for eoys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get real good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiong like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could just fly away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to be alive here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing what im doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss a lot of things and people and memories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what theyre doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whether they still remember that im in existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder how many are using me to get what they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could know everything sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do the best job ever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like now,ive got the best job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im doing it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really regret not trying harder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not prioritizing it in first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many more impt things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(actually only one big fat thing lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than that and i just dunno how to cope well with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant stand my mum sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigheaded,tactless and temperamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expect it's menopause for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huei-dont think you ll ever read this but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know youre a really great person at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wont tell a soul your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know you wont mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for everything you ve given me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for aussie!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomato-you re growing further from me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really think i understand you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry i didnt give you your present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you like the songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mar!-hey,i havent been talking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you re still great(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhing-howve you been,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you dont tell me alot of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont you either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well you ve still been a fantastic juliet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks too of course for being there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i need you most.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss musical- hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont think you ll read this hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im quite scared of you actually (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you re so serious and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think you re a very MUSICAL sc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and melody &amp; musicalism will bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us to the highest cloud in heaven!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveyoualotalot,&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss mad- haha mad woman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep up your crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dont go off anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats on getting a phone all to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after next monday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay then i can sms you all i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you love me too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someonelikeyou-i dont regret what i did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you wouldve done it if you were me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who wants to be weighed down forever by your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfish remarks and broken promises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for not telling me that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you re glad im older than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jaycheow"?-im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you re a nice person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean to be bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway im really sorry alright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for telling me what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me.if you read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should tag yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all, for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chuiyen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, love you to the max!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't stand to think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A heart so big it hurts like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my God I gave my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But for three whole years to end like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well do you want to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't stop if you cant start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you want to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could if you can try to fix what I've undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I hate what I've become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh you think you do you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you just dont seem to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something I can't define&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so let's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause a scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clap our hands and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stomp our feet or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just got to get myself over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could stand to do without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the people I have left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats the point in going around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it's a straight line baby, a straight line down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So lets make a list of who we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And its not much, if anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets make a list of who we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we'll throw it away cause we dont need anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No we dont need anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh you think you do you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you just dont seem to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something I can't define &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so let'sCause a scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just got to get myself over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate what I've become...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know the night life is just not for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause all you really need are a few good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to go out and be on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know they started something I can't stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You leave for the city, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well count me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause all this time is wasted on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, everything I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh you think you do you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you just dont seem to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something I can't define so let's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause a scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just got to get myself over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh you think you do you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you just dont seem to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be something I can't define&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So let's cause a scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just got to get myself over me, yeah, over me, yeah, over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-3679372453364483560?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/feeds/3679372453364483560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7343725178489457656&amp;postID=3679372453364483560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/3679372453364483560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/3679372453364483560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-ve-got-goal.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12675835640657275012</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-7343725178489457656.post-7487291178263648104</id><published>2007-08-02T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:04:37.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really tired,&lt;br /&gt;of a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;i miss a lot of you,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know how to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;not like im trying to act depressed,&lt;br /&gt;or become a wreck all over again,&lt;br /&gt;no,im not ready to let myself collapse again.&lt;br /&gt;ive been trying pretty hard at studying recently,&lt;br /&gt;and its kindof showing.&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking out a lot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;wondering what would happen if i did &lt;br /&gt;a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;ive been freaking sickly recently!&lt;br /&gt;diarrhoea a few times a week,&lt;br /&gt;and fever too,and vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;plus a back sprain./:&lt;br /&gt;i must sound really negative.&lt;br /&gt;i think im severely sick or sth,&lt;br /&gt;what with the weird headaches&lt;br /&gt;and heartbeat-skipping&lt;br /&gt;and dizziness,&lt;br /&gt;i think i might die if i werent careful.&lt;br /&gt;didnt go for choir thrice&lt;br /&gt;including today,&lt;br /&gt;sick!&lt;br /&gt;i really hope nobody thinks i pon&lt;br /&gt;because i really felt horrid /:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish me and you and them could just go on a holiday&lt;br /&gt;and disappear for a month.&lt;br /&gt;i think im spouting nonsense,&lt;br /&gt;because i dont feel like myself.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel so out of place everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;like i was never meant to be here.&lt;br /&gt;like im a different object from everything else,&lt;br /&gt;as though i think and move differently from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could talk to someone,&lt;br /&gt;someone who could understand,&lt;br /&gt;because really on the outside i just&lt;br /&gt;try to mould in with everything else,&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know how to be at ease with myself.&lt;br /&gt;im always jean,the one everyone thinks they know.&lt;br /&gt;but its ironical that,even as i state this fact&lt;br /&gt;in black &amp; white,&lt;br /&gt;i cant change myself on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;its like theres this mask stuck on to me&lt;br /&gt;wherever i am,&lt;br /&gt;like im trying to be somebody better than myself,&lt;br /&gt;hiding everything inside.&lt;br /&gt;funny,i always seem to know when someone is lying to me,&lt;br /&gt;or manipulating me.&lt;br /&gt;and its scary that way,&lt;br /&gt;because when i know about that,&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of a lot of things,&lt;br /&gt;although i dont show it.&lt;br /&gt;and i like being the leader,&lt;br /&gt;because i get lots of self assurance&lt;br /&gt;that i can be in charge&lt;br /&gt;and be organised,&lt;br /&gt;prior to the fact that i cant control myself very well.&lt;br /&gt;i love my hobbies&lt;br /&gt;but i just have no time to finish honing my skills.&lt;br /&gt;if i ever had a whole month set aside for them,&lt;br /&gt;i could guarantee that i would improve by leaps and bounds.&lt;br /&gt;i miss tennis,and i miss the people there,and most of all i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think you ll ever understand everything about me,&lt;br /&gt;but you re my brother,&lt;br /&gt;and im just stuck to you that way.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why im saying all this.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things that i cant explain,&lt;br /&gt;cant deal with,cant tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could come clean about everything&lt;br /&gt;It would be easy for me&lt;br /&gt;To be sorry&lt;br /&gt;If you could see all the possiblities&lt;br /&gt;We might not still be standing where we started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go for this&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be a fool, you might be one too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're all that we needed&lt;br /&gt;Two wrongs don't make a right&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're all that we needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say we were just a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;I think it's worth making&lt;br /&gt;And worth repeating&lt;br /&gt;I would say good things come to those who wait&lt;br /&gt;I would say anything if you'd believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go for this&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be a fool, you might be one too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're all that we needed&lt;br /&gt;Two wrongs don't make a right&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're all that we needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're perfectly not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Or more alike than we're willing to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're not meant to not disagree&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're crazy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could come clean about everything&lt;br /&gt;It would be easy for me&lt;br /&gt;To be sorry&lt;br /&gt;If you could see all the possiblities&lt;br /&gt;We might not still be standing where we started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go for this&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be a fool, you might be one too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're all that we needed&lt;br /&gt;Two wrongs don't make a right&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're all that we needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're all that we needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're all that we needed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-7487291178263648104?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/feeds/7487291178263648104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7343725178489457656&amp;postID=7487291178263648104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/7487291178263648104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/7487291178263648104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-really-tired-of-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12675835640657275012</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-7343725178489457656.post-1698815252869523124</id><published>2007-06-14T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:10:08.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha&lt;br /&gt;funny skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 choircommo7/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope farewell ll go well tomm too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today already walks in tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;strolling across my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;carving it in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12675835640657275012</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-7343725178489457656.post-4863890629198210341</id><published>2007-06-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:52:45.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the top comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the yellows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not like butter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but a beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;melting into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like the very top of a layer of fur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feels like flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;smells lightweight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;less bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and fluffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spring showers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and tastes like sorbet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which melts on the tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deeper in the fur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like spreading your fingers through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Real Lapis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the forgotten treat after dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chocolate raspberry ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the waves pull back on the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mating with the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;molten metal poured into a mold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and a blanket of clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;surrounding;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;choir&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-4863890629198210341?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/feeds/4863890629198210341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7343725178489457656&amp;postID=4863890629198210341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/4863890629198210341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/4863890629198210341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-top-comes-yellows-not-like-butter.html' title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12675835640657275012</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-7343725178489457656.post-6173281260868084965</id><published>2007-05-21T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T05:26:39.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;its over isnt it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or at least i hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how you used to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it doesnt seem so bad,who you are now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but its a big difference to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont you fucking get it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont you understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that this is why &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im trying to avoid you so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;present company isnt proving very pleasant either&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but id rather cope with that than with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its so much harder with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have to fake a smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to joke along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to kill my brains just thinking what to talk about with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the conversational topics can be fit into a tear from my eye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its so awkward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i dont approve of anything you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i dont want to restrain you anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you ve got so many better things to do than with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i could just shake you off and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think youd be alot happier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you ve got too many conflicts with the other people i love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its not all about you ,see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you ve supposedly been dragging me everywhere with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ive been neglecting the people who love me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when im smiling and laughing with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well actually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im crying and bleeding too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just like tomato does&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whenever she looks at you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you make me feel terrible just knowing you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just thinking of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont know how exactly to explain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you get the main point,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that its better if i let you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it ll be better for both of us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im so tired now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss you so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i ve been missing others even more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i cant ever replace them with just you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you re preventing me from being with them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its either you or them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and obviously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one had to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and its you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont know if it affects you at all,miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or maybe you hate me now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or maybe you know why im doing this before im even typing out this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spastic piece of shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont fucking know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im so confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the most confusing part of my life so far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not only because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cca,studies,home,extra activities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mum,esp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my piano too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think im going to die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the first day i didnt go recess with you after syf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i went to find them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and on the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i looked at the clock tower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i thought &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wouldnt it be nice to sit up there and feel the wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hear the windchimes chiming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look at the people relaxing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sit up there&lt;br /&gt;and maybe&lt;br /&gt;actually i was contemplating jumping off from there&lt;br /&gt;so i subconsciously walked in the clock towers direction&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly i was like&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck am i doing&lt;br /&gt;i was really going to do that&lt;br /&gt;and im really scared&lt;br /&gt;what if i really do that?&lt;br /&gt;when one day i aint myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ive been crying a lot these days &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in school at home in public places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you know i dont usually do that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every night i wish i could walk on the highway at night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holding my slippers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once it was with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no,duh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really wonder you know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you still wonder about that feeling too?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im just hanging around everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont know what to do with myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im at a loss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know im capable of achieving much higher standards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i dont have any motivation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im so confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont even know what options i have in life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont have a real dream anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the only dreams i have are nightmares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i havent been telling anyone anything for days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there are simply too many things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel like i d rather be absorbed in my own world than&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reveal everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i find it easier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but ive become very hottempered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the only happiness i find now is in my music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and my art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but now i dont even have time for that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so what am i going to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ive been growing apart from everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i havent been talking to zhing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not much or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe not at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for some very selfish reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont know but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was there for her all the time when she had all those ***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;problems and stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and she could tell me everything without stopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i really tried to help her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mean she has been a great friend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but somehow i just dont feel that shes with me at all now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and jasmine too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she seems so weary now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont know how to be happy with her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nobody knows &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i dont feel like telling them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;havent been at tennis too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum wants me to quit,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;piano tcher too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i HATE school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate it i hate it i hate it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i havent even got tome to blog and this time im using now is one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where i am not supposed to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant smile genuinely anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and what can i do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no ones there to help me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-6173281260868084965?l=triflestotriggers.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-7343725178489457656.post-2428221288423305903</id><published>2007-04-27T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:02:24.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you tell me that you need me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while i slowly fall apart;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can you see beyond this facade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell me all the lies i never saw beyond this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dare you to tear this plaster out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decipher its innards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;charge me,im guilty;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im turning into wallpaper before your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont think that theyd understand&lt;br /&gt;when everythings meant to be broken&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear,&lt;br /&gt;if words were your weapons,&lt;br /&gt;id surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say hello&lt;br /&gt;inside im screaming i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you drive away&lt;br /&gt;from my car crash of a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was three i thought the world revolved around me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12675835640657275012</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-7343725178489457656.post-8365120770697209861</id><published>2007-04-27T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:19:27.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM FROM SNCHOIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE SNCHOIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SNCHOIR PARTICIPATED IN SYF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SYF=SINGAPORE YOUTH FESTIVAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SYF - SNCHOIR=HARDWORK+SMILES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+SCOLDINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+EFFORT+LOVE+MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+8 MONTHS+MISS LIM+MISS LEE+TCHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;+MISSMELODY(?)=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;    ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;         ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HONOURS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GWHGWHGWHGWHGWHGWHGWHGWH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE ARE THE GOLD WITH HONOURS CHOIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FROM SNGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE SNCHOIR VERY MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SYF=240407&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;          4.45PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER FORGET THIS 10 MINUTES AND ALL WE DID FOR IT .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ILOVESNCHOIR07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-8365120770697209861?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triflestotriggers.blogspot.com/feeds/8365120770697209861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7343725178489457656&amp;postID=8365120770697209861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7343725178489457656/posts/default/8365120770697209861'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hearts&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you cant hurt me with the things you do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i ll pick up dandelions and give them to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7343725178489457656-3988788332672552159?l=triflestotriggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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