<?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-1033694363449942806</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:45:48.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovemehatemefuckme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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title='Clement'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-9098668180997270143</id><published>2007-11-06T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:25:06.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post</title><content type='html'>I first saw you at PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart and it will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found some kind of fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We screamed and shouted and tried to make us last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it didn't work out,&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you any less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a special lover.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I could only touch a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sycophantic courtier with an elegant repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of that,&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I needed most.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the only one I would come undone is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm not the boy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have learnt to accept that&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some melodies are better left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words circle in my head.&lt;br /&gt;They weigh so heavy on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crushed by your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my hand was in yours,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools like me,&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;We love blindly, foolishly and fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can say I was not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you all the way.&lt;br /&gt;I would pick the fool I was any day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-9098668180997270143?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/9098668180997270143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=9098668180997270143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/9098668180997270143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/9098668180997270143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-post.html' title='Last Post'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-2828921431575521839</id><published>2007-11-04T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T04:26:46.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always be my baby</title><content type='html'>If you were me&lt;br /&gt;What would u do?&lt;br /&gt;Always a lie&lt;br /&gt;And never the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as for me,I'm movin on&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta let you go for now&lt;br /&gt;Though I could take a while,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can make it back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that I want&lt;br /&gt;I can get it boy&lt;br /&gt;But you know you are the only one that can turn me on and on,&lt;br /&gt;That's why I switch my frame of mind&lt;br /&gt;Always there when you call,&lt;br /&gt;Always on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to spread my wings and party&lt;br /&gt;For everything and for everbody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my space&lt;br /&gt;My time alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like our hearts don't match no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still anything that u want u can get it boy&lt;br /&gt;You know I still got love for you&lt;br /&gt;In court I plead the Fifth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you didn't love me&lt;br /&gt;You were probably thinking I won't sense a thing&lt;br /&gt;But love is funny and it can catch up with lies&lt;br /&gt;You can't look me straight in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not suprised&lt;br /&gt;That you hurt me baby&lt;br /&gt;But why me baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me breath in and I'll fly free babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were me,&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;No security&lt;br /&gt;No promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-2828921431575521839?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/2828921431575521839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=2828921431575521839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2828921431575521839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2828921431575521839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/11/always-be-my-baby.html' title='Always be my baby'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-4543061468044506083</id><published>2007-11-04T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T03:31:43.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late</title><content type='html'>I'm holding on your rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;Then you go and cut me down&lt;br /&gt;But wait!&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;It's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall&lt;br /&gt;Take a shot for you&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothin new&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with fire&lt;br /&gt;Now the red flame is turning blue&lt;br /&gt;And you say "Sorry"&lt;br /&gt;Like an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven let me think it was you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize&lt;br /&gt;It's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holdin on your rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4543061468044506083?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4543061468044506083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4543061468044506083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4543061468044506083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4543061468044506083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s too late'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-3367351568742395873</id><published>2007-11-02T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T04:47:11.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trevvy article 2</title><content type='html'>Open relationship is about one thing—SEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is good.&lt;br /&gt;And sex with different people concurrently or over the course of a lifetime is awesome. Sex is so good that some people are addicted to it. Sex makes people do crazy things like spending 10 hours on IRC. I love sex just as much as anybody else. But I definitely believe that there is more to life than sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to write this after reading the comments to the previous one that I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people consider sex outside a monagamous relationship to be cheating, but I think it is definitely more than that. You are cheating when you lie and keep secrets from your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how people define ‘relationship’ nowadays. The 'do's and 'don't's are getting increasing blurry these days.&lt;br /&gt;The traditional concept of a committed relationship has gone through some pronounced changes in the past years.&lt;br /&gt;As our pace of life gets faster and our notions of social acceptability become broader and more tolerant, the concept of a single partner for life beings to sound quaint to some. But if your partner suggested an open relationship -- one in which you were both free to explore other sexual encounters without fear of retribution -- what would you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know we live in 2007 and no longer in 1997 which was the year I discovered I was bisexual by the way. And, yes, I understand that people often have sex before getting together. I understand that we live in a modern world.&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean we can have an open relationship and expect it to work? I don’t believe such a relationship lends itself to success. A relationship should be built on openness, honesty and commitment. How committed can you be when your partner is entering into that same type of relationship with other people? Would that increase your faith in him or decrease it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything else, sex with other people seems to violate the contract of a relationship.and, in turn, monogamy. If you love someone, you don’t have sex with someone else. If you are monogamous, you don’t have sex with someone else. So, bottom line—love, sex, and relationship are all all implicated in monogamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm old-fashioned! I am proud of it and not hiding it at all. I want the lifetime partner, “THE ONE,” the soul mate. I want the house. I want the dogs. I want the adopted kids. If I had a nice house in Melbourne, I would smile every time I looked out my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not waiting for the knight in shining armor to save me so we can ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. I know a relationship takes work. It takes mind numbing, backbreaking work. A relationship is a promise that you won’t go anywhere, and you can’t. No matter what happens, you have to stick around. Well, that’s what it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not everyone is as old fashioned as me, and maybe there are many people who don’t want a relationship. But I bet any person in the world who was offered a chance at true love would take it in a heartbeat and never let go. So why have some people given up on the possibility of being with one person forever, or at least at a time? Do we really believe monogamy is dead? Or impossible? Or is there something else going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I really think about people who are in ‘open’ relationships? That it’s just easier to have an ‘open door’ policy because you just assume that your partner will cheat. Better instead to just allow him that freedom than to set yourself up for the inevitable pain of unfaithfulness. Or, conversely, that it’s easier to excuse your own unfaithfulness if you go into the relationship with the understanding that you are still ‘free’ to pursue other interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel, and it’s a gut feeling that there’s something larger going on beneath the surface. It’s just a hunch, but I really think that it is not monogamy that people do not believe in. People who are into open relationships will tell you that they do not believe in having sex with one person and that same person forever. But I think its bull shit. I think they don’t really believe in love, and I think they force themselves to deal with the thought of the person they love having sex with other people because they think that’s the only way to really hold onto their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what motivates people is often fear of loss or getting hurt, so they dumb down their relationships in order to protect themselves against pain. But people who do all they can to avoid pain, and I am often guilty of that myself, never truly get all the great feelings because they are constantly worried about the bad feelings. Pain and loss exist to make happiness and love feel even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it seems to come down to for people in these types of relationships is an unwillingness to try and make it work in a one-on-one, monogamous relationship. And again, if you feel that way, then why the hell get involved at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does an open relationship honor love and commitment to each other? If your life is dotted with random sexual partners while building a solid relationship, then what is your relationship really about? Is it precious? Is it fulfilling? Is it beautiful? Is it real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a relationship something that people want to hold onto? What makes it special? Intimacy with your partner? Shared goals? Sex? I think the thing that makes a relationship special is that you are with the person you love. It’s special because it is two people doing something together that they are not doing with anyone else. That’s what a true relationship or love or whatever is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you want to preserve something that isn’t special and beautiful anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don’t get it. Maybe because I am a sensitive new age bottom, and have a hard time separating sex from emotion (love), I can’t possibly see the awesomeness of open relationships. And certainly, I want people to do what they want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never judge others for being non-monogamous, I just won’t date them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3367351568742395873?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3367351568742395873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3367351568742395873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3367351568742395873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3367351568742395873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/11/trevvy-article-2.html' title='trevvy article 2'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-3436523728570033994</id><published>2007-10-28T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:33:41.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ping pong song-enrique</title><content type='html'>Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If birds flying south is a sign of changes&lt;br /&gt;At least you can predict this every year.&lt;br /&gt;Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get him to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I knew all the things it took to save us&lt;br /&gt;I could fix the pain that bleeds inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Look in your eyes to see something about me&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing on the edge and I don’t know what else to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you?&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you?&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you?&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you?&lt;br /&gt;If you just don’t talk to me babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flow through my act&lt;br /&gt;And decide all the man I can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the last 6 months like I did&lt;br /&gt;I could never see us ending like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you?&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you?&lt;br /&gt;How do you want me to love you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3436523728570033994?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3436523728570033994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3436523728570033994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3436523728570033994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3436523728570033994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/10/ping-pong-song-enrique.html' title='ping pong song-enrique'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1832584566489726406</id><published>2007-10-27T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:35:38.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>I'm a disaster waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yr friend said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend whom you only met twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second time was actually encouraged by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you didnt want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought it was only kind and polite to see him off at the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he didnt have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what have I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends I know for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends whom I met thousands of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But loyally, stubbornly, foolishly I stood by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live only for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea I'll be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&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;br /&gt;So Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to ruin all my self esteem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me blow off some steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've catered to your every whims and fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart got shattered like romantic roadkill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is all splattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ego got fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you're flattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you broke me down&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that you will probably ever have.&lt;div 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title='numb'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-3692228890487762051</id><published>2007-10-22T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:07:19.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Field Camp</title><content type='html'>Swollen eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No better to let you see them now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wasted heart&lt;br /&gt;Will never learn todrive the demon down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love the devil&lt;br /&gt;You sell your soul&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to make him go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undignified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me false hope and promise me&lt;br /&gt; you'll try to redeem yourself for the hundredth time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me if you must my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to have you here&lt;br /&gt;Giving false hope allows me to still believe&lt;br /&gt;In this powerful love that's consuming me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked on a drug that steals my pride&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to seem&lt;br /&gt;So undignified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It terrifies me&lt;br /&gt;to think I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be surprised&lt;br /&gt;How much I cry when you are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your angel's the devil&lt;br /&gt;Your church is a tomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to the pleasure and the pain you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm undignified&lt;br /&gt;Enough for two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3692228890487762051?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3692228890487762051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3692228890487762051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3692228890487762051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3692228890487762051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-day-of-field-camp.html' title='First Day of Field Camp'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-177184281148830445</id><published>2007-10-19T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:23:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detention</title><content type='html'>Growing up is a process of discovery and it often begins with the unlikeliest of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always thought in my mind that everything would seem smaller as I grew bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Things like clubbing and all the what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;They all seem less important as I grew.&lt;br /&gt;Growing up had blown the world into an unmanageable size instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything familiar around me had collapsed and I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself lost, lost and smaller than I ever was.&lt;br /&gt;I had struggled to stay afloat through this torrent of ideas, and things, and people.&lt;br /&gt;But there were too many directions and too many possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying too hard and it left me hurting and disconsolate.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to grasp ad no light to look to.&lt;br /&gt;Just an insurmountable mess ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the years have passed and I kinda grew weary trying to work things out.&lt;br /&gt;The colours were now dimmed but the gloom had gradually dissipated as well.&lt;br /&gt;With time, I had lost my worries and subconsciously learnt to be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;I found joy in lesser, seemingly inconsequential things like&lt;br /&gt;Just walking with Clement to the bus stop with the breeze pressing up against our skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then I realised I had grown again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-177184281148830445?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/177184281148830445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=177184281148830445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/177184281148830445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/177184281148830445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/10/detention.html' title='Detention'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1942970271823537560</id><published>2007-10-19T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:19:17.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mended by you</title><content type='html'>I tried to make it work and I have learned the hardest way. I lost him in the end and when it was over,I turned my back on love.&lt;br /&gt;I switched of at the mains and refuse to function.&lt;br /&gt;I cried night and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came up I swear that it was just like something from the movie scene. When we met, we connected. I never expected you’d be everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, everything I want to see and nothing that I wanna lose. With you I feel like I would never break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been mended by you.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the reason that I wanna stay and to go to places that I wanna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never held me close. You never let me go. Just when I lost the fights you were my soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are sitting here in such a different place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14th&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mended by you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1942970271823537560?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1942970271823537560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1942970271823537560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1942970271823537560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1942970271823537560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/10/mended-by-you.html' title='Mended by you'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-4861262425883003298</id><published>2007-09-23T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T05:13:49.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So What</title><content type='html'>Yes one dose of you&lt;br /&gt;Will have me addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what you have been through&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm a slut&lt;br /&gt;I'm a whore&lt;br /&gt;I'm a freak&lt;br /&gt;I got a different guy everyday of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are too smart&lt;br /&gt;And you would be a dummy to believe&lt;br /&gt;That stuff that you heard that they say about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only been 5 months&lt;br /&gt;And i already got it bad&lt;br /&gt;So good that i keep on comin back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-friends tellin me i dont know how to act&lt;br /&gt;but im tellin them&lt;br /&gt;" bye! fall back..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i had a good girl&lt;br /&gt;She didnt do that much for me&lt;br /&gt;Tried so hard but she could never be&lt;br /&gt;The one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your call&lt;br /&gt;It jus takes one call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll come running&lt;br /&gt;Boy i promise i will be there for you&lt;br /&gt;All my heart it belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant lose you, boy&lt;br /&gt;I just cant leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say&lt;br /&gt;You are gay&lt;br /&gt;You are trouble&lt;br /&gt;And we are a mistake&lt;br /&gt;We ain't gonna have a future&lt;br /&gt;And we ain't gonna have kids&lt;br /&gt;I will be discriminated in Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find somebody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't like it&lt;br /&gt;Coz we hang out in the streets&lt;br /&gt;But you're my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;You've always been here for me&lt;br /&gt;This love is serious&lt;br /&gt;No matter what people think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be here for ya&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4861262425883003298?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4861262425883003298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4861262425883003298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4861262425883003298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4861262425883003298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-what.html' title='So What'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033694363449942806.post-4693068575707909987</id><published>2007-09-18T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T02:01:41.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet love</title><content type='html'>Siloso Beach Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 330&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all too sweet to last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4693068575707909987?l=lovemehatemefuckme.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-1033694363449942806.post-5298947514657068505</id><published>2007-08-28T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:52:59.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>What do I look for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I'm old fashioned I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for the boy next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone with a good heart, and personality and looks to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of guy that&lt;br /&gt;when I leave for work in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I wait just a little bit 'til he leaves for work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just to catch a glimpse of his back and great smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that maybe, one day, he'll notice that I'm watching&lt;br /&gt;and he'll smile back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think I have already found him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-5298947514657068505?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/5298947514657068505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=5298947514657068505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5298947514657068505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5298947514657068505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-770195625092733843</id><published>2007-08-24T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:36:49.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Found Me</title><content type='html'>I love you boy,when I never thought I could love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can so imagine you now, sleeping soundly&lt;br /&gt;in your sweet sweet slumber.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you love and peace and happiness&lt;br /&gt;and everything beautiful and kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long bus ride home gave me time to think. It always gives me time to think. I like alone time like that. Just travelling, journeying. And no one's by my side. I love you boy, for everything that you are, and everything that you do. You're probably the nicest, sweetest, kindest, bestest thing that's ever ever happened to me so far. And I really appreciate you for it. And I thank God, or whoever it may be, who granted me this opportunity to stumble onto you. And I make an effort to recall every single detail, every little action, vividly, repeatedly. I love you. Everything's just so perfect and beautiful, it makes me cry. And I did shed a tear or two, when I glanced up at the star-filled sky from the glazed bus window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing's permanent, and everything's transient. It's just that those stars just happen to be more permanent than you and I could ever be. We live, we die. They live and they die too. But our time alive is shorter. The earth, even, is not transient. But I thank God that in this state of flux, we're here for each other, now, and perhaps, in our little forevers - I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if everything is predestined and that everything happens for a reason. I thought that Sarah Chian was my soulmate just because it turned out that we spent almost 3 yrs together. Perhaps she was, but it's all over now. And I have to move on. You meet various soulmates in life. And I know I've found one in you. In the way we think, in the way we speak, in the way we behave, and in the tastes we prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for my birthday, I wouldn't have met you. Then again, if it wasn't for my parents or Euphe, I wouldn't have met you,a complete stranger then in a sleazy club. And I knew Keith from Friendster. And Keith knew you. And that was such a long time ago.If it wasn't for Desmond Ee, I wouldn't have be so broken. And that was such a long time ago as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All roads lead to Rome. All my roads led to you. If it wasn't for Ian Kan, I wouldn't have fallen into depression and I wouldn't have, jumped in and out of multiple relationships that caused me to degrade myself, to accept less and what I would normally have disapproved of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebounds. Yes, I think that's what they're called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I am glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this a dream?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't wake me from this high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've become comfortably numb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you opened up my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To what it's like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything's right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You found me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When no one else was lookin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You found me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you know just where I would be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You broke through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of my confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ups and the downs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you still didn't leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess that you saw what nobody could see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good and the bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the things in between&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;You found me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-770195625092733843?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/770195625092733843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-1033694363449942806.post-646159961377867129</id><published>2007-08-17T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:48:37.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The animals were gone</title><content type='html'>Woke up and for the first time&lt;br /&gt;the animals were gone&lt;br /&gt;They have left this house empty now,&lt;br /&gt;not sure if I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you asked me to write you a pleasant song&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best now&lt;br /&gt;but you've been gone for so long&lt;br /&gt;The window's open now and the winter settles in&lt;br /&gt;We'll call it Christmas when the adverts begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your depression and I love your double chin&lt;br /&gt;I love 'most everything that you bring to this offering&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know that I left you in places of despair&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;so please throw down your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I trip without you&lt;br /&gt;and hope I don't wake up&lt;br /&gt;Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and for the first time&lt;br /&gt;the animals were gone&lt;br /&gt;Our clocks are ticking now so before our time is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could get a house and some boxes on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;We could make babies and accidental songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a liar&lt;br /&gt;and I know I've been a fool&lt;br /&gt;I hope we didn't break yet,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm glad we broke the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cave is deep now&lt;br /&gt;yet your light is shining through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cover my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still all I see is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-646159961377867129?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/646159961377867129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=646159961377867129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/646159961377867129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/646159961377867129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/08/animals-were-gone_17.html' title='The animals were gone'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-9010557573630682424</id><published>2007-08-17T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:57:01.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take away your love</title><content type='html'>You're still captivating even though it's been so long&lt;br /&gt;You used to love me&lt;br /&gt;tell me baby what went wrong'&lt;br /&gt;Cause now&lt;br /&gt;you march to the beat of a different song&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that we needed space&lt;br /&gt;But everywhere I turn&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you to come home'&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you take away your love&lt;br /&gt;When did you think to just give up&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to carry on now&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;You are my light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed boy since I last saw you&lt;br /&gt;When you left you don't know what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;But my heart's still racing just being next to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape the magic in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way to make you realize&lt;br /&gt;There's no one more special to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you want us to be apart&lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my world&lt;br /&gt;You meant everything to me&lt;br /&gt;You're the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;The song I sing&lt;br /&gt;You are my king&lt;br /&gt;But if we can try to work it&lt;br /&gt;We'll show the world what love is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come on cause&lt;br /&gt;I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;Of this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you take away your love&lt;br /&gt;When did you think to just give up&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to carry on now&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-9010557573630682424?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/9010557573630682424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=9010557573630682424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/9010557573630682424'/><link 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you.&lt;br /&gt;so we may start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;or does it work this way at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the closeness.the nearness.i am undeniably attracted to you&lt;br /&gt;for all reasons i presume&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't&lt;br /&gt;in the first place&lt;br /&gt;but now i feel so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each time i look at you,&lt;br /&gt;each time i stare at you and into&lt;br /&gt;your cute little brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;that sense of attachment&lt;br /&gt;slowly but surely beginning to form&lt;br /&gt;i could tell you&lt;br /&gt;i love youbut deep down&lt;br /&gt;i am unsure&lt;br /&gt;i am insecure&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;do you love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see signs that tell otherwise&lt;br /&gt;and your friends tell me too&lt;br /&gt;but of coursei follow my heart&lt;br /&gt;eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passion when we make love&lt;br /&gt;all that warmth&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it all ends&lt;br /&gt;when i walk out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after it all&lt;br /&gt;tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4973705892571951092?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4973705892571951092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4973705892571951092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, i wish all the other voices would shut up&lt;br /&gt;and let me decide for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.you're probably going SISPEC and then Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should not miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i should not love you.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was your part-time lover.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you had a full-time boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;and i was the vixen on the sly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible thoughts yes.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i know&lt;br /&gt;the vixen on the sly&lt;br /&gt;would occupy your mind most times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you wouldn't have to hide anything from me even if you had to.&lt;br /&gt;i want to know you're missing because you're with your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i want to know that the ugly me is capable enough to bewitch you from your hot boy.&lt;br /&gt;i want to know that when you're not with him, you're with me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like this volatility.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like all this mystery.&lt;br /&gt;and i detest my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be your part-time lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-5046669038397674221?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/5046669038397674221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=5046669038397674221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5046669038397674221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5046669038397674221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/08/part-time-lover.html' title='part time lover'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-7724328562080218271</id><published>2007-08-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:29:25.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me where it hurts</title><content type='html'>What is my day going to look like?&lt;br /&gt;What will my tomorrow bring me?&lt;br /&gt;If I had x-ray eyes, I could see inside&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t have to predict the future&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would do with some talking&lt;br /&gt;How else am I to know what you’re thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only people would say what it really was&lt;br /&gt;What it really was&lt;br /&gt;What it really was that they wanted&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;to hell with everybody else&lt;br /&gt;All I care about is you and that's the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't love me; I can tell&lt;br /&gt;But you do, so they can go to hell&lt;br /&gt;Did they ever give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;To believe in something different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re looking for love, for what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of it lying around here somewhere&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for disappointment&lt;br /&gt;You can find it around any corner&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night I hold on to you tight&lt;br /&gt;So both of us can feel protected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it hurts,to hell with everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;All I care about is you and that's the truth&lt;br /&gt;they don't love me; yeah I can tell&lt;br /&gt;but you do, so they can go to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been loved but I didn’t know how to feel it&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been adored but I don’t know if I ever believed it&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been loved my whole life but I didn’t know how to take it&lt;br /&gt;Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;to hell with everybody else&lt;br /&gt;All I care about is you and that's the truth&lt;br /&gt;they don't love me, yeah I can tell&lt;br /&gt;But you do, so they can go to hell&lt;br /&gt;But you do, so they can go to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it hurts now&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garbage-tell me where it hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-7724328562080218271?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/7724328562080218271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=7724328562080218271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/7724328562080218271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/7724328562080218271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/08/tell-me-where-it-hurts.html' title='tell me where it hurts'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-2584774416188361771</id><published>2007-08-12T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:11:18.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>You build me up and then knock me down.Provoke a smile and then make me frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the king of runaround.You know it’s true that you chew me up and spit me out. Do you rnjoy the tasteI leave in your mouth? You look at me. I look at you. Neither of us know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may not&lt;br /&gt;be another way to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I’d better find a new way in. I shiver when I hear your name.&lt;br /&gt;Think about you but it’s not the same. I won’t be satisfied until I’m under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immobilized by the thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;Paralyzed by the sight of you.&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotized by the words you say.&lt;br /&gt;Not true but I believe anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come to bed it’s getting late. There’s no more time for us to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember how my body tastes and you feel your heart begin to race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-2584774416188361771?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/2584774416188361771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=2584774416188361771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2584774416188361771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2584774416188361771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/08/port-dickson.html' title='Port Dickson'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-4623308089821254655</id><published>2007-08-12T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:05:30.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I look in your direction&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention, do you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Cos you say you see straight through me, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;just you try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd change for good&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know that you'll always get your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Shiver&lt;br /&gt;Sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;So you know how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;But you never even see me, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is this my final chance of getting you&lt;br /&gt;And on and on&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side; just you try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…&lt;br /&gt;Did you want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd change for good&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know that you'll always get your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you, for you&lt;br /&gt;I will always be waiting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you I see but you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;And it's you I hear so loud and so clear&lt;br /&gt;I sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;So I look in your direction&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention&lt;br /&gt;And you know how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;But you never even see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ColdPlay -shiver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4623308089821254655?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4623308089821254655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4623308089821254655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4623308089821254655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4623308089821254655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-i-look-in-your-direction-but-you-pay.html' title=''/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-3330466834376910029</id><published>2007-08-04T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:01:34.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my ex lover is stupid</title><content type='html'>You said it was because your art would reveal what you were like. What you were like inside... We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls, or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.&lt;br /&gt;- Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;"Never Let Me Go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your art could really reveal what kind of person you were inside, then what kind of music you listen to and what kind of books you read could very well define that as well. I've always thought that what you're exposed to, the type of movies you list as your favourites, the music you listen to, the experiences of your life, shapes the kind of person that you are. Most definitely, what you do also reflect a lot about you as a person.When I listen to music that makes me think, read books that move me, and watch movies that touch me, I often long to meet a person who has the same interests as me. In the sense, our souls might be similar and we might be soulmates. I thought I met someone who felt and thought the same, but after we parted, and that I could see the bigger picture, I realise he is in a way very much different from me as well. Perhaps maturity, understanding and empathy grow in people. I hope it grows in him.I've often thought myself to be a very open-minded person as a kid. If anyone may pardon me, I could often see things from most perspectives, which makes me very malleable and susceptible to others' thoughts, opinions and criticisms. I've always believed in the best of human nature contrary to what I've experienced thus far. And I always wonder if I have been wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Zheng for example, he does not read and he listens to R&amp;B trash most of the time. I mean R&amp;amp;B is okay, but too much of it just reflects badly on you in the sense that you're just a stupid groupie wannabe. And he is a stupid wannabe, as can be seen from his latest Star Search escapade. He is shallow and narrow-minded and highly insecure. Of which all I have evidence to boot, but I shan't bore my readers with.It occurs to me that most actors and actresses are shallow, narrow-minded and highly insecure. I still remember that encounter with Pan Lingling. I was fund-raising for the elderly who live in one room flats in Redhill when I was 18. I approached her and her kids, there were about 3 of them, 2 sons and 1 nephew if I don't remember wrongly, and they snatched at my pens and ran around. She asked me how much they cost, I said S$10. Then she took out S$10 from her purse and gave it to me. Then I repeated myself, "I'm sorry but they're S$10 each, Miss." Then a flustered look overcame her and she grabbed her 10 buckeroos from my fingers and forced all of her kids to put back the pens in my donation box. I mean, why couldn't she just donate S$10.00 and I would give her one anyway? She was queuing for a toy line that cost hell of a lot more than S$10.00. And I bet she had the money to burn anyway, LV wallet and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, let us look at that black panel that almost every household nowadays own. We see those pretty and decked out actresses (thanks to the frequent 3 minute touch-ups those make up artists and hair stylists fuss over) in a local drama serial, acting all kind and angelic. Does everyone look that fabulous at every angle all the time? No. They don't have frequent 3 minute touch-ups by professionals, and no, they are not endorsed by big brand names and so cannot afford to change their wardrobes as often because these things to the rest of the population are not for free. Also, the photographs we take are not photoshopped and enhanced by professionals. Does the exterior compensate for the interior? I guess not.Firstly, if I already know that most people like them have little interior, and much less brains. Zoe Tay cannot speak proper english, Zheng has to mug to get his stupid As. And the rest of the star search contestants from Singapore are either Ah-Lians or come from stupid JCs like Serangoon JC. Why do they end up in Serangoon JC if they really had the brains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffles JC is a ching chong school by the way, and Zheng's ching chong ain't as good as mine. Or yea, I forgot, his english isn't as good as mine too. By the way, being the prom king is a popularity vote. It is not because you are really handsome or what not. Also, because you portray this certain image on telly, you're not really all that.I wish everyone's art could really reveal what they're like. Unfortunately, what we see on the telly is all bullshit used to hoodwink the stupid. Other than that, I always thought the people in Raffles were really open-minded because of the way they think, the way they write, the books they read and the music they listen to. But contrary to that, the way they carry themselves and the way they treat other people deny all of the former which makes me think them good and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if I am just being bitter and sceptical because of all that's happened to me, my life, my family, how growing up was shitty and the boyfriends sucked, but then I realise, I don't really give a fuck about who these people are or what they do. It's just that this is my random rant and take about such things, and other than these, I do not really give a damn because I'm happy the way I live and I'm glad for all these things I've experienced, because they do make me a better person. And I've realised I've matured in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age does not mean maturity by the way. It's the experiences that shape you and the person you are that determine whether you are mature or not. In fact, most people at 45 still behave as though they're 16.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3330466834376910029?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3330466834376910029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3330466834376910029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3330466834376910029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3330466834376910029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-ex-lover-is-stupid.html' title='my ex lover is stupid'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-5808471069517849726</id><published>2007-08-04T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:55:39.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieting</title><content type='html'>Dieting is a lot like relationships. What we're looking for in a relationship and what we're prepared to put into it influence the kind of relationship it will be. Quick-fix diets are the equivalent of a one-night stand: you get what you want fast and it feels great - but it doesn't last. You may hope for something a little more permanent but inevitably you soon realize that the man or woman of your dreams isn't all you thought they'd be and your interest wanes. Similarly, that "revolutionary" new diet that was going to get the weight off, once and for all, soon becomes a slog and leaves you feeling disillusioned and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think of a long-term relationship. Anyone who has experienced a good, lasting partnership knows that it involves a bit of work and upkeep. It's not always earth-shatteringly exciting, and there are inevitably problems along the way, but it feels right, it makes you happy and, most of all, it feels like a permanent part of your life. That doesn't mean it doesn't evolve along the way, however. More than likely, both parties change, or circumstances change, and a period of adjustment follows. The likelihood of long-term success is determined by how you navigate this sometimes tricky road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-5808471069517849726?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/5808471069517849726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=5808471069517849726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5808471069517849726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5808471069517849726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/08/dieting.html' title='Dieting'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1759073755270182645</id><published>2007-08-04T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:52:27.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>If I die, I would like to be buried with memories of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be buried with all the photographs I ever took.&lt;br /&gt;(I would like memories of all those who was ever important to me&lt;br /&gt;and all those I loved so dearly and whom I loved so,&lt;br /&gt;if there is a difference that is.)&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be buried with all my journal and blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be buried in my favourite outfit.The pink shirt with berms and artas white snake skin leather shoes and a brown leather belt&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder what would happen if I had a few favourite outfits at 80,&lt;br /&gt;that is if I die at 80, and not some freak accident tomorrow or the week after.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever get cremated, I would like all these things to be placed next to my urn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever get my way, and really roll up my ash into a roll of nicely flavoured tobacco for all my loved ones and those who attend my funeral to smoke, I hope that in place of my body and my self, that all these things would represent me instead. Bury those in my tomb. Place those things behind the wall for the urn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those things represent much more than a dead and lifeless body, that has lived but no longer. Those things however, represent life and memory, that will always go on living for those who care to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like however, to be placed below a rose bush.&lt;br /&gt;Those things may do the trick too.&lt;br /&gt;No rose bush? Grow one then!&lt;br /&gt;For I would still like to know that beauty exists apart from death.&lt;br /&gt;And that although I have died, the essence of me still contributes&lt;br /&gt;to the beauty,&lt;br /&gt;of this now-ugly earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1759073755270182645?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1759073755270182645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1759073755270182645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1759073755270182645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1759073755270182645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/08/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-9104379893800724765</id><published>2007-08-01T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:44:32.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it was me</title><content type='html'>She's got nice eyes and she's 5'5"&lt;br /&gt;Long brown hair all down&lt;br /&gt;What the hell&lt;br /&gt;What's so special about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to model,&lt;br /&gt;she's done some acting&lt;br /&gt;So she weighs buck of 5&lt;br /&gt;So I guess she's alright if perfection is what you like&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not jealous&lt;br /&gt;no I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I just want everything she's got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look at her so amazed&lt;br /&gt;I remember way back when you used to look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what makes her so much better than me&lt;br /&gt;What makes her just everything that I can never be&lt;br /&gt;What makes her your every dream and fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Because I can remember when it was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;I remember you would shiver everytime I said your name&lt;br /&gt;You said nothing felt as good as when you gaze into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't care I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;How did we let the fire die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was me&lt;br /&gt;That made you smile&lt;br /&gt;That made you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Even if it makes you happier than you have ever been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;That was your world&lt;br /&gt;Your kind of guy&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about me has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm here wondering&lt;br /&gt;What makes her just everything that I can never be&lt;br /&gt;What makes her your every dream and fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Because I can remember when it was me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-9104379893800724765?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/9104379893800724765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=9104379893800724765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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to gray&lt;br /&gt;At least that’s how it feels to me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you’re away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawl up in the corner&lt;br /&gt;To watch the minutes pass&lt;br /&gt;Each one brings me closer to&lt;br /&gt;The time you’re coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take the distance&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take the miles&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take the time until I next see you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take the distance&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not ashamed&lt;br /&gt;That with every breath I take I’m calling your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t take the distance&lt;br /&gt;I still believe my feelings&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel too much&lt;br /&gt;I make believe you’re close to me&lt;br /&gt;But it ain’t close enough&lt;br /&gt;Not nearly close enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d breathe fire and I’d be free&lt;br /&gt;To be by your side, I’d do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go the distance&lt;br /&gt;I will go the miles&lt;br /&gt;That’s how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the distance&lt;br /&gt;Oliver James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing the army boy who must be all stinky now&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1418052468905526677?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1418052468905526677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1418052468905526677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is kissing and sucking your fingers gently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And licking your ears inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to see the look on your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-2891388253658973715?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/2891388253658973715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=2891388253658973715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2891388253658973715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving' fast&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fine&lt;br /&gt;I got Destiny's Child singin' Lose My Breath to me&lt;br /&gt;I know every line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sittin' here at my spot&lt;br /&gt;I look up to my right, and there you are&lt;br /&gt;Sat there with some new girl, what is this?&lt;br /&gt;Let's cut to it&lt;br /&gt;With my friend for lunch&lt;br /&gt;I was feelin' on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;and I just got a hunch&lt;br /&gt;That you were sat behind my back&lt;br /&gt;didn't need to turn 'round&lt;br /&gt;I felt sick at the thought&lt;br /&gt;you're laughing loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat there with some new girl,&lt;br /&gt;what is this?&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic, panic&lt;br /&gt;Tyler don't be erratic&lt;br /&gt;That's who has replaced me&lt;br /&gt;what a diss !&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic, panic&lt;br /&gt;Don't act too manic, manic&lt;br /&gt;It's a sure fine way to ruin my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as I'm on top of my life&lt;br /&gt;there you are again&lt;br /&gt;But don't react now,&lt;br /&gt;you can't go back now&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic, panic,&lt;br /&gt;Tyler just look ahead now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-7214760362946799840?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/7214760362946799840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=7214760362946799840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/7214760362946799840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/7214760362946799840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/07/song-for-tyler.html' title='Song for Tyler'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-4106324599154455296</id><published>2007-07-17T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:59:09.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I was stained, with a role, in a day not my own&lt;br /&gt;But as you walked into my life you showed what needed to be shown&lt;br /&gt;And I always knew, what was right&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know that I might&lt;br /&gt;Peel away and choose to see with such a different sight [&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never cared never wanted&lt;br /&gt;Never sought to see what flaunted&lt;br /&gt;So on purpose so in my face&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see beyond my own place&lt;br /&gt;And it was so easy not to behold what I could hold&lt;br /&gt;But you taught me&lt;br /&gt;I could change&lt;br /&gt;Whatever came within these shallow days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will never see the sky the same way and&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to say good-bye to yesterday and&lt;br /&gt;I will never cease to fly if held down and&lt;br /&gt;I will always reach too high&lt;br /&gt;cause&lt;br /&gt;I've seen, cause I've seen&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;My twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you Clement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Twilight'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1171344844399001557</id><published>2007-07-15T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:10:40.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance Between Us</title><content type='html'>You take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And yet you're all I'm breathing for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want that little bit more of what you do&lt;br /&gt;And I still feel today&lt;br /&gt;The way I felt the first time we kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me live, not simply exist&lt;br /&gt;Broke like a clear view out of the mist&lt;br /&gt;I'd known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned my life to up from down&lt;br /&gt;Taken me from lost to found&lt;br /&gt;Raised me up and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see&lt;br /&gt;How high we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray you're mine to keep&lt;br /&gt;It's all I can do to thank my lucky stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us'&lt;br /&gt;Cos close is never close enough&lt;br /&gt;And there's a world beyond your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to climb inside of you&lt;br /&gt;And see your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now and here we are&lt;br /&gt;Within a land that we're making our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how devotion has grown&lt;br /&gt;And still it grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not the first to fall so far&lt;br /&gt;Won't be the last to give our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's me and now it's you&lt;br /&gt;We own this love&lt;br /&gt;Sounding out the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that this dream is real&lt;br /&gt;All that I can do is thank my lucky stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop myself from wanting more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1171344844399001557?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1171344844399001557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1171344844399001557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1171344844399001557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1171344844399001557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/07/distance-between-us.html' title='Distance Between Us'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-6608379914016888575</id><published>2007-06-29T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:26:54.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE is</title><content type='html'>It's the only explanation&lt;br /&gt;To the question at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like years of pain gone away&lt;br /&gt;In a single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that compares&lt;br /&gt;To the way&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad you're my...&lt;br /&gt;Prince charming, my angel&lt;br /&gt;My king and my friend&lt;br /&gt;My lover, my one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is, he is&lt;br /&gt;The beat in my heart&lt;br /&gt;The kiss on my lips&lt;br /&gt;My lover, my one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is, he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could take away my looks&lt;br /&gt;My everything&lt;br /&gt;But as long as you stay&lt;br /&gt;Here with meI would be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;And I see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reflections of the love you made with me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad you want to be my&lt;br /&gt;My sun, my shine&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is everything i need&lt;br /&gt;I gotta love you like no one has ever loved before&lt;br /&gt;I gotta give you what you gave baby so much more&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take it fast, but I want to take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to your love and I can't let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-6608379914016888575?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/6608379914016888575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=6608379914016888575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6608379914016888575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6608379914016888575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-is.html' title='HE is'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-9130724540849203290</id><published>2007-06-29T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:15:36.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Don't leave me. Because I am weak when sober. Love me. Because I am  needy and hungry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-9130724540849203290?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/9130724540849203290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=9130724540849203290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/9130724540849203290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/9130724540849203290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/06/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-960889149456470060</id><published>2007-06-21T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T03:49:34.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is so easy to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dysfunction between you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We must free up these tired souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before the sadness kills us both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried and tried to let you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you but I'm letting go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may not last but I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you can't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you show up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still afraid that I will desert you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With every worthless word we get more far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The distance between us makes it so hard to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bed that's warm with memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can heal us temporarily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The misbehaving only makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ditch between us so damn deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Built a wall around my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll never let it fall apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But strangely I wish secretly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would fall down while I'm asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-960889149456470060?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/960889149456470060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=960889149456470060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/960889149456470060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/960889149456470060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-pain.html' title='I&apos;m in pain'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1389326721269668623</id><published>2007-06-17T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T08:31:31.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours</title><content type='html'>You brighten up the moon and stars at night&lt;br /&gt;You keep me seeing rainbows in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You bring new meaning to my life&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe in miracles&lt;br /&gt;Baby I’m forever yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender love’s what you’re giving me and&lt;br /&gt;You surpass all my fantasies and&lt;br /&gt;I keep thanking the Lord above for&lt;br /&gt;Blessing me with so much&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it feels to be part of you boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday of my life’s so abundant&lt;br /&gt;With joy&lt;br /&gt;And I honestly never thought love could be real&lt;br /&gt;Until the angels guided you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby our love will always persevere&lt;br /&gt;Anything you ever need,&lt;br /&gt;You know I’ll be right here and&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to worry boy&lt;br /&gt;I won’t betray your trust&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m so much in love&lt;br /&gt;Every time your lips meet mine&lt;br /&gt;It still feels like the first time&lt;br /&gt;And if you lost everything&lt;br /&gt;I’d keep on standing by your side&lt;br /&gt;And boy it seems like everyday&lt;br /&gt;I fall deeper in love&lt;br /&gt;Because I can’t get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I believe in miracles baby I’m forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yours&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1389326721269668623?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1389326721269668623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1389326721269668623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1389326721269668623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1389326721269668623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/06/yours.html' title='Yours'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-4844706252544664667</id><published>2007-06-17T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:51:10.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckery</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with you and I know i should stop and do something productive but I cant. I wish you gave me something real and physical to hold on to. Because all I can do now is look at your photos and cry shit load of tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4844706252544664667?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4844706252544664667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4844706252544664667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4844706252544664667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4844706252544664667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/06/fuckery.html' title='fuckery'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-4167527208861246126</id><published>2007-06-17T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:26:30.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my man is taken away from me</title><content type='html'>I hate the SAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that my boyfriend can only whisper for like 3 mins for each phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that i cant see him for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate eating alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate clubbing alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to places which we always go and then realise you are not there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that you may change in the army because to me you are perfect now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you are not here with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4167527208861246126?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4167527208861246126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4167527208861246126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4167527208861246126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4167527208861246126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-man-is-taken-away-from-me.html' title='my man is taken away from me'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-6522411712440736799</id><published>2007-06-15T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:56:49.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clement</title><content type='html'>tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;to take a backseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler i will stop the world and melt with you says:&lt;br /&gt;but to have nothing to do with his life?u get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler i will stop the world and melt with you says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean i can never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler i will stop the world and melt with you says:&lt;br /&gt;u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;i getcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;well, probably that works for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;you got to find the elements that work for both of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;what work for others doesnt mean it will work for you guys mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler i will stop the world and melt with you says:&lt;br /&gt;ya but i wanna be more involved because i love him i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler i will stop the world and melt with you says:&lt;br /&gt;yes i am being selfish and silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler i will stop the world and melt with you says:&lt;br /&gt;but isnt love selfish and silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;well, the world is not perfect hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you got to give a lil, or you end up losing everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler i will stop the world and melt with you says:&lt;br /&gt;i juz love him so.u know?i dun wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler i will stop the world and melt with you says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna like if anything happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler i will stop the world and melt with you says:&lt;br /&gt;and pple ask so wad kinda person is he?and i give a blank look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;i understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;but there are things which is not within our control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing we can do about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;and dont bother what other pple thing, cause they dont do it often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, you guys are happy being together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;and that wat matters most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;you know, some pple cant even be in the position you are in now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;so just take it easy and enjoy the ride la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;dont think so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;it wont help la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler i will stop the world and melt with you says:&lt;br /&gt;ya i know i am obsessive! haha but u know he is a gem. and i do know pple like him as in like like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tintin: tonight, happiness is only a concept says:&lt;br /&gt;but you got him so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement I am glad tt I talked to Zaq because he makes me feel so much better. and i know that though you don't say it out loud like i do, that you love me in your own sweet little ways. Zaq askedme wads two weeks when you and me actually have a potential lifetime together. Feel so silly for crying just now. Guess i am just a tad lost without you.But you know wad darling this heart of mine shall remain true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-6522411712440736799?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/6522411712440736799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=6522411712440736799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6522411712440736799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6522411712440736799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/06/clement.html' title='Clement'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-8446369992202588577</id><published>2007-06-07T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:20:18.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly</title><content type='html'>As heard on Saturday night at Tantric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think of you as a friend/brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There's a slight difference in our ages.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm not attracted to you in 'that' way.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My life is too complicated right now.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've got a boyfriend/husband/wife.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't date men in the same industry.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's not you, it's me.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm concentrating on my career.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm celibate.&lt;br /&gt;Translation: You're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Let's just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: You're sinfully ugly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-8446369992202588577?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/8446369992202588577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=8446369992202588577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8446369992202588577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8446369992202588577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/06/ugly.html' title='Ugly'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-6227009885898943614</id><published>2007-06-04T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:12:43.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Him Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain't no talkin to this man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ain't no pretty other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ain't no way to understand the stupid words of pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It would take an acrobat, and I already tried all that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Things can move at such a pace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The second hand just waved goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You know the light has left his face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But you can't recall just where or why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So there was really nothing to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I just went and cut right through it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; There's no mercy in a live wire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; No rest at all in freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Of the choices we are given it's no choice at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The proof is in the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You touch before it moves away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But you must always know how long to stay and when to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am gonna let him FLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-6227009885898943614?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/6227009885898943614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-1033694363449942806.post-1994280350324017634</id><published>2007-06-01T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:15:58.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I can ever be to you is a darkness that we knew&lt;br /&gt;And this regret I got accustomed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to watch the ride?&lt;br /&gt;When we were at our height&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you at home at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had met my match&lt;br /&gt;But every moment we could snatch&lt;br /&gt; I don’t know why I got so attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my responsibility&lt;br /&gt;You don’t owe nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;But to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I have no progressity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;He takes the day but I’m grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your way&lt;br /&gt;In this blue shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears dry on their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Why do I stress the man?&lt;br /&gt;When there’s so many bigger things at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could a never had it all&lt;br /&gt;We had to hit a wall&lt;br /&gt;So this is inevitable withdrawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a bust up one of you&lt;br /&gt;A suspected force is true&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be some next man’s other man soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I play my self again?&lt;br /&gt;Or Should I just be my own best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Not fuck my self in the head with stupid men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are history&lt;br /&gt;A shadow covers me&lt;br /&gt;The sky above a blaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could sing no regrets&lt;br /&gt;And no emotional debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause as he kissed goodbye the sunsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shadow covers me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky above me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My tears dry on their own&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1994280350324017634?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1994280350324017634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1994280350324017634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of forty winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no end, no solace&lt;br /&gt;No light that breaks the dusk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spin me round again and rub my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;This can’t be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When busy streets, a mess with people&lt;br /&gt;would stop to hold their heads heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hide and seek.Words and stolen dreams.All those moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were here first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was here first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1005944405149577430?l=lovemehatemefuckme.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-1033694363449942806.post-4138547340809545335</id><published>2007-05-31T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:08:24.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sky's fallen hard on my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Heart's crushed by the weight of words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Paralysed, marred, unable to move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;How did reality become this absurd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What was meant for good now scars my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Memories of hurts, they take their toll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can't stay here, can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What do I do now, I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4138547340809545335?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4138547340809545335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4138547340809545335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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life is how I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;With you and me&lt;br /&gt;Staying together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it all I’m here boy&lt;br /&gt;I got what you need&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And help me breath&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold on&lt;br /&gt;Just remember we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time&lt;br /&gt;Until you heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;Realize as I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t disguise my love for you&lt;br /&gt;It’s true I can’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for u to be there&lt;br /&gt;All my life I need&lt;br /&gt;Someone to make me feel good&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that it was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every journey&lt;br /&gt;another sign&lt;br /&gt;Images always pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Feel I live in the walk behind&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every moment i'm frightened &lt;br /&gt;Had to erase all your messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t handle the things we said&lt;br /&gt;Still I’m feelling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Lately you&lt;br /&gt;Slipping away from me&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;I get nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;There is something I didn’t see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break up and&lt;br /&gt;Make it up&lt;br /&gt;Back and forward we never stop&lt;br /&gt;Every time&lt;br /&gt;A change of heart&lt;br /&gt;I Can’t keep up&lt;br /&gt;You say yes and I say no&lt;br /&gt;When it turns hot&lt;br /&gt;We make it cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still something&lt;br /&gt;Between us holds Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime a light in me&lt;br /&gt;I think our time is over&lt;br /&gt;Aint how funny?&lt;br /&gt;How sweet I dream&lt;br /&gt;But the bed keeps getting on colder&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I living by numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been holding you so damn tight&lt;br /&gt;I gotta to stop 'cause it's pulling me under&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4711700157115075785?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4711700157115075785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4711700157115075785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4711700157115075785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4711700157115075785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/05/ace-reject.html' title='Ace Reject'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-9179150400092491492</id><published>2007-05-16T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:51:46.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I only wanted</title><content type='html'>Doesn't it ever stay&lt;br /&gt;Must it always fade away&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't love ever be&lt;br /&gt;Something tangible and real&lt;br /&gt;Farewell,  friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonment returns to taunt me again&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;Linger and mean the words you said&lt;br /&gt;Foolishly I romanticized&lt;br /&gt;Someone was saving my life&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted you to be there when&lt;br /&gt;I opened up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in your masquerade&lt;br /&gt;Wish I'd stayed beneath my veil&lt;br /&gt;But it just seemed so easy to&lt;br /&gt;Open up myself to you&lt;br /&gt;Once more into the wind&lt;br /&gt;The embers scatter&lt;br /&gt;And the chill settles in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted you to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-9179150400092491492?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/9179150400092491492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=9179150400092491492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/9179150400092491492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/9179150400092491492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-only-wanted.html' title='I only wanted'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033694363449942806.post-6904248563017745371</id><published>2007-04-26T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:21:41.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clement the one</title><content type='html'>See I'm going through a situation&lt;br /&gt;That I can't help&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get a little closer&lt;br /&gt;But I promised myself&lt;br /&gt;That I would never give my heart&lt;br /&gt;Away again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clement, I know it's hard&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta understand it&lt;br /&gt;The truth is all the hurt and the pain&lt;br /&gt;And the shit that you get&lt;br /&gt;When you have it&lt;br /&gt;Ain't worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there so many times&lt;br /&gt;I should know better but&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop what I feel&lt;br /&gt;When you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;I really think&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Finally found somebody&lt;br /&gt;That could be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I promised myself&lt;br /&gt;That I wouldn't give in to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;And I'm nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the problem with relationships&lt;br /&gt;In general is that it's always a game&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning they'll do&lt;br /&gt;Anything to have you&lt;br /&gt;And once they do it's never the same&lt;br /&gt;And I, know everyone out there can relate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is&lt;br /&gt;One: do I really wanna trust this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Two: do I wanna let it pass me by?&lt;br /&gt;Three: do you think it's only superficia?&lt;br /&gt;lFour: could it actually be different this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;Someone to be my everything&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've stumbled upon&lt;br /&gt;Finally found somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think you are the one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-6904248563017745371?l=lovemehatemefuckme.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-1033694363449942806.post-2841098827954041658</id><published>2007-04-16T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:51:51.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>morbid thoughts</title><content type='html'>it's as if everything is calm and peaceful on the surface&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm trying to find something more&lt;br /&gt;something more deep inside&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its as if there's lots of turmoil wrapped within&lt;br /&gt;a whole load of junk&lt;br /&gt;the jumble&lt;br /&gt;then again so much emotion&lt;br /&gt;so much emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know which is which&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i've got a split personality&lt;br /&gt;hahathe idea is ludicrous&lt;br /&gt;but it is not impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manipulatedby what others think&lt;br /&gt;what others say&lt;br /&gt;that's so shallow i know&lt;br /&gt;tell me all you want&lt;br /&gt;but i am stubborn&lt;br /&gt;and i am frank&lt;br /&gt;and i will let you know thus&lt;br /&gt;so filled with hatred&lt;br /&gt;so happy on the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont say mean things&lt;br /&gt;i dont insult&lt;br /&gt;i try to be as kind as possible&lt;br /&gt;apparently&lt;br /&gt;the world loves mean people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont hate my life&lt;br /&gt;i adore it&lt;br /&gt;i just hate whats going on in it&lt;br /&gt;the people in it&lt;br /&gt;the happenings&lt;br /&gt;some people pretend&lt;br /&gt;so people can adore them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to pretend&lt;br /&gt;im sick of pretending&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be my sick morbid self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be a bastard&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna be a slut&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna party the way i do&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;becausei am just not like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innately&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;i think because i know&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am not.&lt;br /&gt;i am empty&lt;br /&gt;hateful&lt;br /&gt;vengeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tiringto be so guarded all the time&lt;br /&gt;goddamn it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it all&lt;br /&gt;white roses on a grave&lt;br /&gt;yellow roses on a grave&lt;br /&gt;red roses on a grave&lt;br /&gt;black roses on a grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes maybe sunny daffodils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;they're not my cuppa tea&lt;br /&gt;colourful geberas&lt;br /&gt;occasionally then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-2841098827954041658?l=lovemehatemefuckme.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-1033694363449942806.post-2888472296031772475</id><published>2007-04-16T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:45:47.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pensive</title><content type='html'>i guess i'm stuck in a kind of limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today would probably be&lt;br /&gt;or rather&lt;br /&gt;is probably the happiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i haven't smiled like that in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well&lt;br /&gt;good things don't last long for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose this is just one of God's way of showing me his light&lt;br /&gt;of answering my long lost prayer&lt;br /&gt;just one day&lt;br /&gt;one day and i'd be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really grateful for that&lt;br /&gt;thankyou very much,i hope it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;well even if it doesnt&lt;br /&gt;at least i have been this thorough in my emotions,for once&lt;br /&gt;on the positive side.&lt;br /&gt;then again&lt;br /&gt;i am stuck in a kind of limbo&lt;br /&gt;a gentle but sometimes jagged kind of flux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i moved on?&lt;br /&gt;i have moved on.&lt;br /&gt;from what?&lt;br /&gt;to what?&lt;br /&gt;from a myriad of issues to an even more perplexing myriad of issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now,this is the horizon&lt;br /&gt;and this is the happiest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;where all innocence prevails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i smiled for once&lt;br /&gt;sincerely from my heart&lt;br /&gt;like a child&lt;br /&gt;finding joy&lt;br /&gt;in an amusing bucket of sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-2888472296031772475?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/2888472296031772475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=2888472296031772475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2888472296031772475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2888472296031772475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/pensive.html' title='pensive'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-3726763564168551193</id><published>2007-04-16T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:33:41.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polarised</title><content type='html'>We've passed the red light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got no fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving in a mad rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No limit I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwrap my feelings 'til&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve Opened up from inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason to be shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every reason to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's really sane but everything’s amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly taking over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby have you noticed, the sky is rearranging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel it move in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, the ground beneath us trembles and we fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder, will we fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tremble and rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking out a hot sweat's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As good as it gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall into a head space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep into a new place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know I don’t want to be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every reason to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm shaking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took all cool to fight it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I am is mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmh Mmh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t believe what’s happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polarised&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3726763564168551193?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3726763564168551193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3726763564168551193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3726763564168551193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3726763564168551193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/polarised.html' title='Polarised'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-3477741710078641891</id><published>2007-04-10T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T06:17:58.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to ask for but peace and happiness and health. I wish that all my family members would have peace and happiness and health. And I know wealth is nothing but superficial, but without wealth, it would be pretty difficult to get things done. So I wish that you would perhaps grant maybe a little bit of wealth and prosperity to them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to carry on, to possess the conviction to pull through, to have enough determination to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Also help me be nice and kind, let me have a heart of mercy, let me have the compassion and understanding to empathize with and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't too much to ask for, please also grant me someone with lips like morphine and a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Leow Yu-Qing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3477741710078641891?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3477741710078641891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3477741710078641891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3477741710078641891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3477741710078641891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-god.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-3344649665518901278</id><published>2007-04-09T18:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:47:08.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Escape</title><content type='html'>Gwen Stefani knows best. In "The Sweet Escape", the erstwhile No Doubter croons: "I could be your favourite girl, forever, perfectly together, tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet?" Yes Gwen, it would be. We just need a little help with the 'forever' bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3344649665518901278?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3344649665518901278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3344649665518901278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3344649665518901278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3344649665518901278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweet-escape.html' title='The Sweet Escape'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-7618690068306340211</id><published>2007-04-09T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:07:46.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam, the apple of my mind</title><content type='html'>You left it, I sent it&lt;br /&gt; I want it back&lt;br /&gt;You left it, I sent it&lt;br /&gt; I want it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had you here, I'd clip your wings&lt;br /&gt;Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin&lt;br /&gt; This plan of mine is oh so very lame&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see the grass is greener where it rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left, I died&lt;br /&gt; I went and you cried&lt;br /&gt;You came, I think&lt;br /&gt; But I never really know&lt;br /&gt; I've served my time&lt;br /&gt; I've watched you climb&lt;br /&gt; The wrong incline&lt;br /&gt;But what do I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept it, Don't let it&lt;br /&gt;Turn the screw&lt;br /&gt;Accept it, And let it&lt;br /&gt; Scream back at you&lt;br /&gt;Now this applies both equally to you and I&lt;br /&gt; The only thing we share&lt;br /&gt; Is the same sky&lt;br /&gt; These empty metaphors&lt;br /&gt; They're all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Like can't you see the grass is greener where it rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the garden Snake was a charmin'&lt;br /&gt; And Adam said let's give it a try&lt;br /&gt;Now lead us not into temptation&lt;br /&gt; But no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;When in the garden and Snake is a charmin'&lt;br /&gt;And I say let's give it a try&lt;br /&gt;Adam is the apple of my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I lie behind you&lt;br /&gt;And a cradle you in the palm of me&lt;br /&gt;And I pat your hair down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think will we sink or swim?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we could do either on a whim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-7618690068306340211?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/7618690068306340211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=7618690068306340211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/7618690068306340211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/7618690068306340211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/adam-apple-of-my-mind.html' title='Adam, the apple of my mind'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-6645147736934361359</id><published>2007-04-09T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:02:51.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Want You To Know</title><content type='html'>Looking at your picture from when we first met&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a smile that I could never forget&lt;br /&gt;And nothing I could do could protect me from you that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped around your finger, always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;The days would blend 'cause we stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you and I were everything, everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to know that I've been fighting to let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some days I make it through and then there's nights that never end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could believe that there's a day you'll come back to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still I have to say I would do it all again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the doors are closing&lt;br /&gt; I'm tryin' to move ahead&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside I wish it's me instead&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are empty from the day, the day you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That since I lost you, I lost myself&lt;br /&gt;No I can't fake it, there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-6645147736934361359?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/6645147736934361359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=6645147736934361359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6645147736934361359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6645147736934361359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-want-you-to-know.html' title='Just Want You To Know'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-4201866350169634705</id><published>2007-04-06T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T04:29:30.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Do you note a change? =)I bet you do huh. In the way I blog, in the way I talk.I guess I've matured. I don't know. Not all the way. I'm not cheese for pete's sake.Okay, that was kind of corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I so totally screwed up my friendships with Euphe.I feel like crying. But that would be defeatist. I mean, I'm still in the middle of it. Still staying with her, and trying to make things right.Then again, not many people know me well.Few.Maybe only Euphe.Still, there's more to me than Euphe can comprehend as well.I frustrate her. Se scares the shit out of me.I'm hot-tempered. I take it out on her.I know it's my bad.Sometime I cry because of how bad-tempered I am.But innately,I choose to think I'm kind.I guess I'm kind but I can't control my temper very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always a little sad, a little happy. Most of the time, I'm at either one of the two extremes.As I was saying, I so screwed up my life.Somewhat of a pessimist I am huh. Well anyway, I just feel like crying. I feel like crying all the time. Right now, the big word in my head is "flummoxed". I supposed I'm depressed. I don't know. Rather, it is rather self-indulgent to feel upset all the time, giving in to your inner most child to feel upset all the time and then expect someone to comfort you? ps. I think I just said "rather" twice.I like to think that I'm still capable of very honed cognitive facilites but then again what about my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a happy family There is nothing else I would like to have more. It's too late I guess. too late. Self-confidence brings me down. Yet, it is self-confidence that keeps me afloat. Away from drowning in self-pity. Which is I'm told, a sin.The more you have, the more you lose or are afraid to lose. I'm afraid to lose.Afraid to lose my house, my room, my things, my clothes, everything.A huge fire or freak accident can just destroy everything you possess in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to lose my parents. As much as I yell at them, I love them and I guess people are afraid to lose the people they love.I'm afraid to die.Afraid to grow old and become ugly and withered. I could keep up appearances with surgery but that would look a tad too artificial.Human beings are thus such vulnerable creatures, susceptible to fears that they generate themselves.I think I love Vincent. This question has always been recurring in my mind. I suppose he loves me?  The future holds no bounds. Anything might happen. I'm once again afraid to lose him, or is it the sense of security or the feel that I belong, at least to someone? I think I've gotten used to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there is no such thing as getting "used to" someone. If you have gotten "used to" someone, you'll love the person. It's an emotional attachment that is. Love is an emotional attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm too young to talk about love. I used to spurn at people who were dating before 16. Like when I was in Secondary School. What do children know about dating? Well, I didn't think anyone was emotionally mature yet and married couples can probably attest to that. How many people marry their childhood sweethearts? I hope I marry mine, but as I've said, the future holds no boundaries. And I want a handsome or pretty angmoh kid. Eurasian. Superficial as it sounds.Tell me then, who isn't vain? Why the use of mirrors then? Some may argue that it's to keep them looking neat and presentable to the world. But isn't that vanity? Perhaps everyone should just be naked. Walk around naked at their most hideous. Then perhaps, we would be able to distinguish the purest of human emotion in love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm very approachable. Haven't gotten very close to anyone in tj. ok, maybe Joyce and Liling and Gerrie and Alvy. but I jinx everything I say. I hope I don't this time. I never understood why Euphe thinks I'm a recalcitrant. I want to be accepted but then again I'm only accountable to myself.Sometimes I wonder if I'm really that hateful.Things haven't been the same after I was 10. Guess it's the family complex. Perhaps everything I'm saying is just crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pessimistic and depressed fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I spent the night with Vincent. It was purrr-fect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4201866350169634705?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4201866350169634705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4201866350169634705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4201866350169634705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4201866350169634705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/random_06.html' title='random'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-8558174410722976303</id><published>2007-04-06T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T04:06:22.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bottleneck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;today kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i mean. i'm really confused about  everything.&lt;br /&gt;like first of all, there's my parents who are total asses and try to make me move back in when it's them who wanted me to move out in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just makes me feel miserable. this is  depressing. everything is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like mom, i mean. she's my mom. and  i know her weird temperaments and stuff. but sometimes it just gets to me. i  wish she would stop threatening to kill herself. or make herself sound that  miserable. like she blames me for every single thing under the sun. dad's and  her quarrels. now this bisexuality issue and she thinks i'm not  doing anything to date girls. and blames me, i mean she even thinks i have  dishonest thoughts. like whatever. and when i try to explain things to her, she  just doesn't want to listen and keeps saying that "when it's over, it's over"  and don't give her heart problems. i mean she started it okie. and so when i  told her, she admitted that although she did, as long as she doesn't want to  think about it, it's over. but we all know that it isn't. that she thinks of me  as the most evil person on earth. that both her and my dad, especially my dad,  has an innate hate for me. i hate being at home, hate staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like screaming but i'm so jaded the voice just  doesnt appear. feel like crying but the tears just dont come anymore, at least  not as easily as they used to if you remember as well. it just sucks. i just  feel empty. hollowed actually. trivialities make me happy now. simple things.  like conversing with people. talking rubbish to euphe and vincent and then  laughing about it. wanted to go macritchie to play with the all-familiar  see-saws and swings today but everybody is gone. so yea, wanted to go myself initially but the urge  just got stronger after shit happened at home. so i took 238 and was preparing  to board 93 at braddell but i realised that somebody got murdered and chopped up  near the swings. haha.. so i freaked out and decided to go elsewhere instead.  crap. wanted to go to jasmin's but decided against it and boarded 105 just for  the fun of it. but then got off when i reached tanglin mall which isnt really a  bad idea cos islandshop had a terrific sale that made me happy for a while.  retail therapy. haha.. transient pleasures but whatever. things make me sad all  the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised i have never been happy. like all my  life. things always seem to screw up on me. i feel ugly all the time. i hate my  life. hate my parents. hate everything. maybe if i wasn't born things wouldn't  be that terrible. ok, this is bad. cos i think i'm reverting to depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a slut. i don't know but i'm seriously confused.  sometimes, it feels so sinful just to plunge into wild abandonment in everything  we do. but then if you manage to abandon everything and just be rude, slutty,  atrocious.. yadda yadda, you get what i mean.. it just means you have nothing to  lose. but at least you have gained yourself. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. but i'd  love to travel on my own right now. just pack my bags and start backpacking up  from malaysia onwards. maybe i could go to the dominican republic to find karlos  or even jamaica to find yanique. but it's really quite far off. travelling is  good. helps u to forget. helps you to find yourself. maybe just for a while, i  could forget everything, start anew and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many  people on earth. cant exactly give you the stats. however, each one of us lead  very different lives. the extremes are hilarious. if you may so call it. why are  some pple happy all the time but others so sad? and then there's the whole  poverty, relative poverty and general poverty shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-8558174410722976303?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/8558174410722976303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=8558174410722976303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8558174410722976303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8558174410722976303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/bottleneck.html' title='bottleneck'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-8893555846213725432</id><published>2007-04-03T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:27:17.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juni</title><content type='html'>Because Juni asked me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.Can.Only.Type.ONE.Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife?&lt;br /&gt;infatuated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;unglam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;br /&gt;bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?&lt;br /&gt;whimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt;kissing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;slk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;stuffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex?&lt;br /&gt;whimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear?&lt;br /&gt;ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want to be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who did you hang out with last night?&lt;br /&gt;Vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not?&lt;br /&gt;thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;sinful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One of your wish list items?&lt;br /&gt;parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your tv?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pet?&lt;br /&gt;dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life?&lt;br /&gt;drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;vexed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;Euphe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car?&lt;br /&gt;broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your work?&lt;br /&gt;sucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Summer?&lt;br /&gt;sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. School?&lt;br /&gt;anticipating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now write down names of 3 people and get them to do this!&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-8893555846213725432?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/8893555846213725432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=8893555846213725432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8893555846213725432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8893555846213725432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/juni.html' title='Juni'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-2518829273592793657</id><published>2007-04-03T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:35:07.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovemehatemefuckme</title><content type='html'>I am your god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your god of wrath, of hate, of anger, of rage, of revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your god of love, of passion, of lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your god of caring, of kindness, of compassion, of sympathy, of charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me, love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inexplicably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you'd love to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me till all your passions are spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me and i will make you laugh, cry, scream, grief, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the god of extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the god of intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-2518829273592793657?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/2518829273592793657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=2518829273592793657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2518829273592793657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2518829273592793657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/lovemehatemefuckme.html' title='lovemehatemefuckme'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-538888557767884382</id><published>2007-04-02T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T17:57:56.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>i am unsettled and my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, emotions and conflicts. i have found the one. or have i? the one. my only one. yes, my soulmate. and i should be contented. settled. yet i find my days without him unanchored. perhaps this is how it should be. makes sense doesnt it? without the soulmate, there is no soul. and on days when there are no soul, i find my body and mind seeking for novelty and adventure. but i don't wanna be hooked onto this novelty. and i am tired of adventure. but now that i have opened pandora's box, i have to account for my actions. be responsible. but what am i to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;browsing through a few old photos from 3 years back online, i find that i have changed much. or haven't i? reading what i wrote, looking back at me then, i find myself falling off a precipice from what i am now. i thought i could move on. or so i thought. i am unsettled. i have no form.the inertiaof being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;clouded&lt;br /&gt;mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just a living and breathing human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts and my emotions are separate from what i do and&lt;br /&gt;how my body functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;there is always this eternal conflict between the mind and the soul&lt;br /&gt;yet which is which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot tell.&lt;br /&gt;i am random&lt;br /&gt;and i rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-538888557767884382?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/538888557767884382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=538888557767884382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/538888557767884382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/538888557767884382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/04/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-5672305930764521163</id><published>2007-04-01T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:14:59.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I pull a book from my personal library every Sunday and go to a nearby lake. I read my favorite passages, wrap it carefully, and leave it for a stranger to find."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a personal library too.&lt;br /&gt;and at times like that i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remember when we both wore jackets for our first movie together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our individual photos&lt;br /&gt;so alike each other,similar poses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate these memories&lt;br /&gt;they make me cry on a random sunday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-5672305930764521163?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/5672305930764521163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033694363449942806.post-4589556551272799792</id><published>2007-04-01T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:25:50.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the want to be loved.</title><content type='html'>"i wish you hadn't played with my heart," someone said.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but i never loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it shatters me to know that&lt;br /&gt;perhaps Desmond never loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is only love when it's mutual i suppose.some people yearn to be loved. but has it ever occurred to you that even if this other person would die and give up the world for you, but you just don't love him back, it isn't love no more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even flinch when that someone cried.&lt;br /&gt;only because i didn't feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so hollow and empty inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's cruel to be so cold but i really don't feel a thing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i used you.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could stop loving him&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once loved this boy with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;and i think he loved me with all of his too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love him now.&lt;br /&gt;but he don't anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4589556551272799792?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4589556551272799792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4589556551272799792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one day  from 365 days of a year. and perhaps only 3 hours of the day, succinct, relayed  in your blogs. or what used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do this almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  then, i would go to your friendster profile. there, your familiar, big, warm  smile would be smiling back at me. friendly, warm and kind. how long has it been  my dear? since we last laughed together or talked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i would  randomly get the urge to just lay back. and slowly but surely, relive each and  every single one of our most prominent moments, or perhaps what i can recall  most now. as my memory starts to fail. as our memories start to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  hold onto them. cling on for dear life and refuse to let go. beauty is  transient. beauty is but short-lived. i have to force myself to remember all  this beauty. for humans are but infallible and prone to err and sin. age, time  and the hustle and bustle of daily life all but too soon neglect the once pure,  innocent and basic beauty of what we call love and pure  emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes too. or perhaps most times, i tend to drink. i wish i  could drink and drink and drink and fall slowly into a slumber that i would  never wake from, where you and me still exist, where we still laugh happily.and then i'd turn over, and the first  person i see when i wake is you. you with your crooked grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how you used to be so conscious  of your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i find i'd stop short in my tracks.  pause. heave a sigh. and move on. with whatever i'm doing at that point of time  of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish. oh how i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could get over you. not  call your old number to say hello, and my heart would skip a few beats faster, just  as it always did, when i used to call you in the past and got through to you on  the phone. now, all i need to hear is hello. satisfied, i would then hang up.  tear a little. and carry on with my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could get over  you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-5814199605706498994?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/5814199605706498994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=5814199605706498994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5814199605706498994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5814199605706498994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/get-over-you.html' title='get over you'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-4748609767828063481</id><published>2007-03-28T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:49:34.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd do anything to preserve these memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for as long as they last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's just them and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm a loser and a wimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd give up my pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to hear you reject me once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i should really stop it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep staring at your old blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one with photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although the hurt's not as bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as when I was at St James and saw your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You denied me salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm grieving because of how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you may not ever realise this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brain, the heart and the body don't work together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know it's no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not trying to justify anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Leow Yu Qing, shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4748609767828063481?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4748609767828063481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4748609767828063481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4748609767828063481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4748609767828063481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/id-do-anything-to-preserve-these.html' title=''/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-2946877876796823931</id><published>2007-03-22T23:45:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:33:50.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessed</title><content type='html'>i wish everyonecould see every kind of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so obsessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there's nothingin the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-2946877876796823931?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/2946877876796823931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=2946877876796823931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2946877876796823931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2946877876796823931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/obsessed.html' title='obsessed'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-2011405953319184660</id><published>2007-03-22T23:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:18:17.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swensens</title><content type='html'>Sales galore. Shops everywhere. Orchard Road.  . Adidas originals. Polo Ralph Lauren. Aldo. Swensens. I see your image everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was finding a place to chill when I eventually ended up here. Well, this place’s got no wireless so I’m just typing down my random thoughts. Of you. I don’t know why but I spent the whole day thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You. Your laughter. Your smell. Your smile. Your body. Next to mine. Close. Skin on skin. And I actually felt for a second, perhaps many, that I missed you. Miss you? Missed you. I think. I don’t know why I feel this way. I’m trying to stop myself. To hate you. As much as I do. I still think of you. And as I was finding a place to chill, I ended up here. Back where it all began. Back where we always were. And I am at orchard. Lovely place. Lovely ice cream place. Things have changed so much though. And I imagine you would love being here. Nice touristss. People that I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don’t know why but my legs just took me here. Wasn’t thinking. At all. No specifics in mind. Instinctively, just walked to Outram MRT, took a look, reminisced and left. How things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why but I miss you. I wouldn’t say there’s an urge to be near you or to be with you. I just miss you.And Euphe says love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it really is. And I know it’s stupid of me to miss you because you probably don’t miss me. Much less think about me. Hate me perhaps. But I cannot imagine that after so long, I still can think that I love you. Perhaps I really do love you. You can deny it. But I do. Perhaps you were just looking for an excuse to break up. To leave. As I felt you always did, as I felt you neglected me. I wonder if you remembered me telling you that if you didn’t treasure me, I would leave. Maybe you think I don’t treasure you.In my own way, I really do. I really loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to say the word “love” in the present tense for it hurts. Stupidity hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“love is blind wad. You take both the good and the bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerrie sometimes actually makes a lot of sense.As much as I know she’s not for me, I think it actually fills up the void. But without you, it’s not the same. I don’t think I can find another person like you anyway. To understand me and to have the same interests as me. I really want to go to France. You would too. Love the fashion, the sights, the sounds, the culture, the heritage, the tradition, the rich, the poor, the romance, the clean, the grime. Always wanted to go to France. And then perhaps backpack around Europe.“ Sometimes I think that it’s sad true love has to give way to practicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion kills and passion hurts. But love is passionate. Yet love is passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I will ever love again.&lt;br /&gt;In that way at least.&lt;br /&gt; Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve morphed into the person I’ve always hated to become. And yet here I am now.For reasons unexplained.Shaped by life and its circumstances.And a part of me will always wonder What if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that’s a phase most people go through.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But then there are always this lucky few who experience love&lt;br /&gt;Passionate&lt;br /&gt;With all its hurt&lt;br /&gt;And stick with it&lt;br /&gt;And I respect them&lt;br /&gt;Because I admire the courage&lt;br /&gt; They have to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Although some may appear as fools&lt;br /&gt;But aren’t all lovers?&lt;br /&gt; Fools in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And it feels funny to have someone else call my name&lt;br /&gt;For your voice still rings in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know I cannot love you.&lt;br /&gt;Because you don’t love me.&lt;br /&gt;And to continue doing so&lt;br /&gt;Would be stupidity&lt;br /&gt;But love is blind&lt;br /&gt;And I am a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;The past, the present.Mos, ZOUK, TANTRIC, HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;All are but fleeting images of my youth.&lt;br /&gt;it had to end though.&lt;br /&gt;All is left but wistfulness and nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Swensens alone.Funny how time flies.We left Swensens together.And this almost feels like a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can see you and me&lt;br /&gt;Where I solitarily stand now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-2011405953319184660?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/2011405953319184660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=2011405953319184660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2011405953319184660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/2011405953319184660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/swensens.html' title='Swensens'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-6058110526065649848</id><published>2007-03-22T23:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:01:00.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silent movie</title><content type='html'>and it plays like a silent movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anythingto be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-6058110526065649848?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/6058110526065649848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=6058110526065649848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6058110526065649848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6058110526065649848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/silent-movie.html' title='silent movie'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-8353879093695141288</id><published>2007-03-22T23:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:57:28.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know how to love you when you're already gone</title><content type='html'>Sometimes although you know it's gone for good&lt;br /&gt;and part of you knows it ain't ever coming back&lt;br /&gt;part of you also wishes it will.&lt;br /&gt;Well then baby, that translates to the long goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's goodbye for forever my love.&lt;br /&gt;or what you once were and used to be.&lt;br /&gt;and memories still flash in my head&lt;br /&gt;here and there&lt;br /&gt;now and then&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;just sometimes&lt;br /&gt;at my most vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps susceptible&lt;br /&gt;i'd still shed a tear or two for you&lt;br /&gt;although i know you don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;cos you're happy now.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;but now and then&lt;br /&gt;just sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know this&lt;br /&gt;but i still do think of you&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel pain and heartache&lt;br /&gt;and i'd cry&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;just silent moving pictures in my head&lt;br /&gt;or movie stills from photographs&lt;br /&gt;particularly that one we took at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think you'll ever know which&lt;br /&gt;but just that one&lt;br /&gt;i think it was the first we ever took&lt;br /&gt;all innocence and naivety&lt;br /&gt;youth.&lt;br /&gt;and then i'd think about it&lt;br /&gt;and heave a sigh&lt;br /&gt;and then i'd keep a straight face&lt;br /&gt;blinking once or twice&lt;br /&gt;from the memory&lt;br /&gt;and move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;and whatever i was supposed to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-8353879093695141288?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/8353879093695141288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=8353879093695141288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8353879093695141288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8353879093695141288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-know-how-to-love-you-when-youre_22.html' title='i don&apos;t know how to love you when you&apos;re already gone'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-3991710728341145632</id><published>2007-03-22T23:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:53:21.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know how to love you when you're already gone</title><content type='html'>DESMOND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOGETHER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3991710728341145632?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3991710728341145632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3991710728341145632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3991710728341145632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3991710728341145632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-know-how-to-love-you-when-youre.html' title='i don&apos;t know how to love you when you&apos;re already gone'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1959577400429116534</id><published>2007-03-22T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:51:23.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful and Good</title><content type='html'>once in your life,&lt;br /&gt;you'll probably have only one or two beautiful moments&lt;br /&gt;that you'll remember for life.&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe not just one or two.&lt;br /&gt;some lucky people have several.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad i experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes some people get married for a whole lot less&lt;br /&gt;and i'd be averse to think that i might be one of them next time&lt;br /&gt;because i lost what i had lost&lt;br /&gt;what i had&lt;br /&gt;that was so good.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;whoever said relationships have to last forever?&lt;br /&gt;at least i had it&lt;br /&gt;and it was beautiful and good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1959577400429116534?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1959577400429116534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1959577400429116534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1959577400429116534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1959577400429116534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-and-good.html' title='Beautiful and Good'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1337894913235722373</id><published>2007-03-22T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:49:01.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conditioned</title><content type='html'>tell me, how can one be so obssesed with someone you don't even like&lt;br /&gt;and i look back to before it all started;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; before it all happened&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i never met you.&lt;br /&gt;wish we never got together,&lt;br /&gt;but remained as friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that perhaps,i could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;and start all over again&lt;br /&gt;not now&lt;br /&gt;but maybe later&lt;br /&gt;if there ever is a later&lt;br /&gt;when you do come back&lt;br /&gt;if you ever go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i took more pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;though i have many already&lt;br /&gt;pictures are memories&lt;br /&gt;that serve to remind me&lt;br /&gt;that you were real&lt;br /&gt;that you occurred&lt;br /&gt;and you happened&lt;br /&gt;and you were beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in the depths of the night on a starry 2050 evening&lt;br /&gt;just as i fall concious for the one last time.&lt;br /&gt;there has never been a day&lt;br /&gt;when i have not stopped thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;missing you&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i were myself before&lt;br /&gt;for i am now nothing&lt;br /&gt;but a shell.&lt;br /&gt;funny though&lt;br /&gt;how you could get used to anything&lt;br /&gt;although i didn't go home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish you'll love me.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish you still do.&lt;br /&gt;but i know you don't.&lt;br /&gt;but baby,nothing to fret about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos' i'll be conditioned to missing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1337894913235722373?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1337894913235722373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1337894913235722373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1337894913235722373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1337894913235722373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/conditioned.html' title='Conditioned'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-9047183359213996233</id><published>2007-03-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:25:32.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate. At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say cause there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves. When you were a kid, it was Halloween candy. You hid it from your parents and you ate it until you got sick. In college, it was the heavy combo of youth, tequila and well, you know. Cause good things aren't always what they seem. Too much of anything, even love, is not always a good thing. ow do you know when how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask... And when is it all just too much to bear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-9047183359213996233?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/9047183359213996233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=9047183359213996233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/9047183359213996233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/9047183359213996233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-5869823798957985397</id><published>2007-03-22T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T06:25:53.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Things</title><content type='html'>The Things You Should Never Do After Being Dumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cry in the cab coz some smart alec driver will immediately give some horrible advice and you will feel ten times worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Listen to sappy love songs like "The Sweetest Sin". SERIOUSLY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Visit the person's blog and look at photos and cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Think of revenge like scratching his car. Like come on, you want him to think that it's his loss. Instead he will be happy that he got rid of a nut case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Call him, only to find out that he changed his number without telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Call your ex and he comes over to pick you up and you realise it's not him you wanna see. And you feel fucking miserable again and you need to lie to take a rain check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Drink. Coz you will drink more than you should and get fat and then he will definitely not want you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Attempt to make dinner. Instead wait for your home mates to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Message his friends to take care of him. Coz seriously he was the one who dumped you and you are the one who is suicidal, not him and his friends will probably think you are nuts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Wear your sexiest nike shorts and blog coz you will feel like an ultimate loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Wait for nothing to happen. Enuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-5869823798957985397?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/5869823798957985397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=5869823798957985397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5869823798957985397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5869823798957985397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/10-things.html' title='The 10 Things'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-8772005374094748976</id><published>2007-03-22T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:15:59.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you knew me</title><content type='html'>i wish you knew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iwishyouknewmebecauseiknowyouthoughtyoualwaysdidyesmaybeyoudidbutnottotallybecauseyoucouldnotandwouldnotunderstandwhyididwhatididorwhyiactedthewayididbutireallymeantitwhenisaidilovedyoubecauseireallydidiswearfromthebottomofmyheartiwouldgiveuptheworldforyoubutnowyouwillneverknowandiguessitwillstaythiswayforever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youknewmosteverythingaboutmyrelationshipsinlifewelliknowyoudontreallycarenowandiprobjustsoundwhinyandirritatingtoyouandyouwillneverreadthisandimgladbecauseifyoudonttheniwontseemsohungupandwhinybecauseitwasmewhodidyouwrongandtherealitywillalwaysstayalthoughforgivenessisanoptionbutyouwontdoitandiknowsoletthingsalwaysstaythisway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-8772005374094748976?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/8772005374094748976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=8772005374094748976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;iwishyouknewmebecauseiknowyouthoughtyoualwaysdidyesmaybeyoudidbutnottotallybecauseyoucouldnotandwouldnotunderstandwhyididwhatididorwhyiactedthewayididbutireallymeantitwhenisaidilovedyoubecauseireallydidiswearfromthebottomofmyheartiwouldgiveuptheworldforyoubutnowyouwillneverknowandiguessitwillstaythiswayforever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youknewmosteverythingaboutmyrelationshipsinlifewelliknowyoudontreallycarenowandiprobjustsoundwhinyandirritatingtoyouandyouwillneverreadthisandimgladbecauseifyoudonttheniwontseemsohungupandwhinybecauseitwasmewhodidyouwrongandtherealitywillalwaysstayalthoughforgivenessisanoptionbutyouwontdoitandiknowsoletthingsalwaysstaythisway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4610931891902008471?l=lovemehatemefuckme.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-1033694363449942806.post-142629146285849008</id><published>2007-03-21T23:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:47:36.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Were We Thinking?</title><content type='html'>"What Were We Thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to turn it off&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Through this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Slowly breaking me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe hurt me just a little less&lt;br /&gt;Then I can start to breathe&lt;br /&gt;But still your heart is out of reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were we thinking?&lt;br /&gt;And what will we do now?&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun hasn't shined today at all&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing&lt;br /&gt;You haven't called&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Or should I be asking?&lt;br /&gt;How would I respond to it all?&lt;br /&gt;Times were good&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were around more&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you at my door&lt;br /&gt;But it's not youIt's someone else&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;What did we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away&lt;br /&gt;See it can't ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what would we do now?&lt;br /&gt;We carried on making our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Thinking our love was free&lt;br /&gt;Now you've taken part of me&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were we thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-142629146285849008?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/142629146285849008/comments/default' 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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-1033694363449942806.post-3236013135852348641</id><published>2007-03-21T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:37:49.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iwanna let you go. Pls tell me where you are.</title><content type='html'>I read your blog every hour, hoping for some clue. You don't write no more. What happened? What's the matter? I need you. I wanna run to you. I'm surrounded by people but you are my only thought that matter. Please tell me that youy are safe. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in my heart when you gave me the house key. Things are so final yet surreal. I am sad yet happy. Please give me D Ee for my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3236013135852348641?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3236013135852348641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3236013135852348641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3236013135852348641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3236013135852348641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/iwanna-let-you-go-pls-tell-me-where-you.html' title='Iwanna let you go. Pls tell me where you are.'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-3146147847485386244</id><published>2007-03-21T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:16:07.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi world</title><content type='html'>I am safe. I am happy. I moved out of my house to somewhere safe, somewhere that i can rest and breathe, somewhere that I can miss you safely.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry for hurting you. I cant help but think of you all day. I pray that you are ok.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I love it here. I am protected and loved. I hope you  can see me here one day coz I am smiling here. I wanna share the peace with you. Come lie with me and rest. I cried coz i dunnoe where you are. It sounds silly but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends who cant contact me, tough luck. my phone line is cut off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3146147847485386244?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3146147847485386244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3146147847485386244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3146147847485386244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3146147847485386244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi-world.html' title='hi world'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-6405423814122967386</id><published>2007-03-20T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:22:07.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphe</title><content type='html'>To my darling Euphe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared after reading your blog. Emotions were just overwhelming. I love you. I love my parents. I certainly love Desmond. So why does love have to be so hard? Why do people who love me all hate one another? It really brightens up my day that you care. But no one ever knows the hurt in my heart? No one ever listens to what I want. They just plain dismiss me. Beyonce's "Listen" is what I really want to sing to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm alone at the crossroads.I'm not at my home at my home"&lt;br /&gt;"LISTEN TO THE SONG HERE IN MY HEART. A MELODY I HAVE STARTED BUT CAN'T COMPLETE."&lt;br /&gt;"THE TIME HAS COME FOR MY VOICE TO BE HEARD. THEY WILL NOT BE PUSHED ASIDE OR WORSE, BACK INTO YOUR OWN ALL COZ YOU WON'T LISTEN!"&lt;br /&gt;It really feels good to know that you care. I know what i want. I just want somebody to love me. Love me for the himbo that i am. Love me because I speak gibberish all the time. Love me because I'm serious at the weirdest hours. I think I found that. Pls let me love him. Pls love me because while i love him, I will remain the same, still loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Pa ma, if you are reading this, I still love you. I really do. You got to trust me on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Euphe. You know how I feel for you. We are family. You have been more than a sister to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-6405423814122967386?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/6405423814122967386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=6405423814122967386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6405423814122967386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6405423814122967386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/euphe.html' title='Euphe'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1789413428280206705</id><published>2007-03-19T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:24:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tears just keep flowing down today.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have the guts to ask you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;So many things left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;Sick of saying "sometimes it be that way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you back. I wish you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cry anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1789413428280206705?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1789413428280206705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1789413428280206705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1789413428280206705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1789413428280206705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/tears-just-keep-flowing-down-today.html' title=''/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-6216083331685082316</id><published>2007-03-19T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:17:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't I?</title><content type='html'>Get a load of me, get a load of you&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you&lt;br /&gt;It's just like we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands with you when we're out at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this is just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;br /&gt;So tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the best part of breakin' up&lt;br /&gt;Finding someone else you can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;Someone who wants to be with you too&lt;br /&gt;It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't it be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, we're at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;We haven't fucked yet, but my heads spinning&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High enough for you to make me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where it's goin&lt;br /&gt;'High enough for you to pull me under&lt;br /&gt;Somethin's growin'out of this that we can control&lt;br /&gt;Baby I am dyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell meWhy can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-6216083331685082316?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/6216083331685082316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=6216083331685082316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6216083331685082316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6216083331685082316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-cant-i.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I?'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-8817937476606682242</id><published>2007-03-17T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T19:03:38.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about relationships</title><content type='html'>All these promises that we make and break, why is it that people get into relationships? Because we need  witness to our lives. In a relationship, yu are promising to care about everything....the good, the bad, the terrible, the modane things...all of it, all the time,everyday. You are saying,"Your life will go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go unwitnessed, because i will be your witness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviequotes.com/fullquote.cgi?qnum=139599"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-8817937476606682242?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/8817937476606682242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=8817937476606682242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8817937476606682242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8817937476606682242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/thing-about-relationships.html' title='The thing about relationships'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-4977650789385906221</id><published>2007-03-17T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:57:59.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>"I think you are ke ai!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Erm that means I am cute right?" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"It means that you are ke yu ai,"&lt;br /&gt;Beams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of walking aimlessly around.&lt;br /&gt;3 hours sitting at the bus stop. Asking each other stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to calm him down from the stalker.&lt;br /&gt;Making sure I was doing my part as a bf.&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are official. No there was no fire works when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;There was a silent yet loud YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;He's cute no doubt.And he's mine.&lt;br /&gt;Darling, you are ke ai too. You are a fever I wanna catch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4977650789385906221?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4977650789385906221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4977650789385906221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4977650789385906221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4977650789385906221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-4816328886507375304</id><published>2007-03-16T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:27:27.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't mind you telling me&lt;br /&gt;What's been on your mind lately&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind you speaking up&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes&lt;br /&gt; I can beAll wrapped up and into me&lt;br /&gt;I can be in such a rush&lt;br /&gt;Just slow me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me tomorrow everything will be around&lt;br /&gt;Just slow me down&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that keeps me on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can be tough&lt;br /&gt;Say enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;You can even be blunt&lt;br /&gt;Just do it with love love love love&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;That I'm coming on way too strong&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'll be crushed&lt;br /&gt;Just do it with love love love&lt;br /&gt;I can take your honesty&lt;br /&gt;All your words weigh heavily&lt;br /&gt;Listening to you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;The way you've been there for me&lt;br /&gt;Always help me walk the line&lt;br /&gt;Just slow me down&lt;br /&gt;I know you will always be around&lt;br /&gt;All this time we thought we knew eachother&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am leaning on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you baby that&lt;br /&gt;You're right when you're right&lt;br /&gt;andYou're wrong when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;andI can be weak '&lt;br /&gt;cause I know you are strong&lt;br /&gt; Just do it with loveJust do it with love love love loveJust do it with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4816328886507375304?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4816328886507375304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4816328886507375304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4816328886507375304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4816328886507375304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-mind-you-telling-me-whats-been.html' title=''/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-616309771880322260</id><published>2007-03-16T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T18:35:51.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>I'm just waiting for you to say the magic words so that the the sky will turn magically bue.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for the touch of your hand so that I can breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for you to tell me that I'm the one who can make your world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-616309771880322260?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/616309771880322260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=616309771880322260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/616309771880322260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/616309771880322260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-5538110306544970059</id><published>2007-03-15T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T08:01:16.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEeeeee Yq is going gaga again!</title><content type='html'>For the past few mornings, I have been staring at my phone. My heart will be aching to fire him an sms or dial his number to well just hear his voice. But then I will chicken out.  Not because I dun miss him enough. But because I dun wanna appear too eager. Everybody knows Yq plays it cool. But no one knows that his heart races whenever his phone vibrates. No one knows that he says a littl prayer before looking at his phone, hoping to see his name on display. No one knows that he does a little dance in the office, wriggling his butt whenever it's him. Nobody knows that he retypes every reply twice so as to appear funnier/more interesting. Nobody knows he paces around the office till he replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am crazy over him anyway. He's stupid and smart. He's loud and quiet. He's short yet tall in my eyes. Definitely a keeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-5538110306544970059?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/5538110306544970059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=5538110306544970059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5538110306544970059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5538110306544970059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/eeeeeee-yq-is-going-gaga-again.html' title='EEeeeee Yq is going gaga again!'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1022876425401402911</id><published>2007-03-10T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:55:16.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarence</title><content type='html'>I looked away&lt;br /&gt;Then I look back at you&lt;br /&gt;You try to say&lt;br /&gt;The things that you can't undo&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd never get over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1022876425401402911?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1022876425401402911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1022876425401402911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1022876425401402911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1022876425401402911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/clarence.html' title='Clarence'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-3152279281151327936</id><published>2007-03-06T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:35:46.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I haven't been updating. Not that I'm lazy but really nothing is happening in my life right now. I feel sad after reading Euphe's blog. I wish I can tell her wad love is all about but I am equally clueless. I wish I can find my special someone soon. But I know I am not searching hard enough and I'm terribly shy in front of strangers. It was so easy in gay world when people just come up to me and introduce themselves. In straight world, it's a different ball game together. I shy away from girls because they are just so scary you know. I love the loud,bitchy ones but I just lack the balls to approach them.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. I just read Sarah Chian's blog too and I felt depressed for a sec. Why cant she see how talented she is? And I cant possibly tell her that or else she might get the wrong idea. But boy this girl really rocks and I wish the whole world can see it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway CNY juz passed and well there is really nothing to look forward to. Right now I'm heading to the gym regularly, trying desperately to lose some weight so that I can look hot in a pair of trunks and join NUS waterpolo team.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the past. I wish everything was like the jc days again. I remember laughing my guts out like almost every second.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I had a weird dream last night. I had a really really good bod in my dream and I was dancing to Beyonce's Upgrade You to someone in bed. Just that I cant remember who the stranger was...but damn now the song is stuck in my head..let me let me upgrade you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-3152279281151327936?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/3152279281151327936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=3152279281151327936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3152279281151327936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/3152279281151327936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1066685406789668665</id><published>2007-03-02T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:51:33.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>Ok these few days have been weird. I have been feeling rather empty. It's like there's nothing to look forward to. My infatuation of Gerrie is rather over. I dun look forward to smses or phonecalls. Oh the only thing I look forward to is Desperate Housewives premire on Channel 5. That's so bah!&lt;br /&gt;My bros, Yuan and Daryl are coming over later to my crib to hang. Finally a guys' night in. Expect X rated talk and booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upgrade you-Beyonce ft Jay z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2012181179"&gt;Upgrade U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=2012181179&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=2012181179&amp;title=Upgrade U"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;  More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Liar-Beyonce and Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2012191364"&gt;beyonce ft shakira - beautiful liar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=2012191364&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=2012191364&amp;title=beyonce ft shakira - beautiful liar"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;  More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1066685406789668665?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1066685406789668665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1066685406789668665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1066685406789668665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1066685406789668665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/03/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-8912238813027215120</id><published>2007-02-26T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:28:12.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>48 hrs</title><content type='html'>In the past 48 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have visited Joyce at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestled Euphe on her bed. Very fun I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to this really really cute half ang mo neighbour of mine. He's really really gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that Joyce's dad is reading my blog and have been telling some rather untrue stuff to my parents about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym*GASPS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a massage immediately after gym because I ache all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the new Andy Lau film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find the ang mo neighbour of mine really cute. He hasnt kissed anyboy before and was never in a r's because he's too shy. Tt's so cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejected Gerrie when she asked me out coz I just didnt feel up to it which is weird. gonna talk about it with Euphe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised Euphe shpuld always and must always be my pillow buddy because she straightens out all my thoughts and feelings. I feel quite lucky to have met her each time I meet her. Erm I guess i will treat her to the next dinner or hint hint she can cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having daddy instincts and I just wished I will have a daughter in maybe 5 yr's time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-8912238813027215120?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/8912238813027215120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=8912238813027215120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8912238813027215120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/8912238813027215120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/48-hrs.html' title='48 hrs'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1171342787344748057</id><published>2007-02-25T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:01:27.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so sick of clubbing in MOS. The music sucks. The crowd sucks. The alcohol tastes weird.  And there is no space to show off my superb dancing moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Euphe, Gerrie and Alvy yesterday and left at around one forty five. That's a record low for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I'm not jealous.Weirdly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1171342787344748057?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1171342787344748057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1171342787344748057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1171342787344748057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1171342787344748057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-sick-of-clubbing-in-mos.html' title=''/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1033694363449942806.post-4690163870498667468</id><published>2007-02-23T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:14:17.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe It's Just Me</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's just me, but you seem finally happy&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've seen your face just glow&lt;br /&gt;Like a neon sign and maybe we should be alone for ever after,&lt;br /&gt;Cause even thought the nights are long&lt;br /&gt;At least I'll make it another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't live if you're not happy&lt;br /&gt;I can't live if you cry, &lt;br /&gt;But I can live without you if it makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe things got weird after all that went down&lt;br /&gt;Things were oh so clear,&lt;br /&gt;That I could never get the right&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what your plans are&lt;br /&gt;And tell me what you're doing&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll hold against me is a picture of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't live if you're not happy&lt;br /&gt;I can't live if you cry, &lt;br /&gt;But I can live without you if it makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to see you rise &lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for you to shine&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait for you if all you need is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for you to think things over&lt;br /&gt;Time to talk the drama down&lt;br /&gt;It's not a contest of who'll try harder&lt;br /&gt;Or who'll cross the finish line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't live if you're not happy&lt;br /&gt;I can't live if you cry, &lt;br /&gt;But I can live without you if it makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to see you rise &lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for you to shine&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait for you if all you need is time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-4690163870498667468?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/4690163870498667468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=4690163870498667468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4690163870498667468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/4690163870498667468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/maybe-its-just-me.html' title='Maybe It&apos;s Just Me'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-1657911918439391079</id><published>2007-02-22T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:59:32.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=1660528462"&gt;Butch Walker- Mixed Tape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=1660528462&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=1660528462&amp;title=Butch Walker- Mixed Tape"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;  More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song that me and Gerrie will get emo over.Enjoy.It's a nice video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-1657911918439391079?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/1657911918439391079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=1657911918439391079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1657911918439391079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/1657911918439391079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/mix-tape.html' title='Mix tape'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-6726925736967036249</id><published>2007-02-22T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:54:52.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candyman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=2006846721"&gt;Candyman (MUSIC VIDEO)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=2006846721&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=2006846721&amp;title=Candyman (MUSIC VIDEO)"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;  More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-6726925736967036249?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/6726925736967036249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=6726925736967036249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6726925736967036249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6726925736967036249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/candyman.html' title='Candyman'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-457230558615131485</id><published>2007-02-22T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:08:49.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Only A Feeling</title><content type='html'>The first flush of youth was upon you when our eyes first met&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that to you and into your life I had to get&lt;br /&gt;I felt light-headed at the touch of this stranger's hand&lt;br /&gt;An assault my defences systematically failed to withstand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you came at a time&lt;br /&gt;When the pursuit of one true love in which to fall&lt;br /&gt;Was the be all and end all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in your arms I start believing&lt;br /&gt;But love is only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The state of elation that this unison of hearts achieved&lt;br /&gt;I had seen, I had touched, I had tasted and I truly believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the light of my life&lt;br /&gt;Would tear a hole right through each cloud that scudded by&lt;br /&gt;Just to beam on you and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-457230558615131485?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/457230558615131485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=457230558615131485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/457230558615131485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/457230558615131485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is-only-feeling.html' title='Love Is Only A Feeling'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-763883394614759501</id><published>2007-02-22T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:31:19.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsung rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s186/y_leow/main_e900.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought this Samsung E 900.&lt;br /&gt;It has a 2 MP camera with flash.&lt;br /&gt;It is a slide phone which means I can twist my head in a dramatic way and slide my phone and then pick up a call.&lt;br /&gt;It has a micro SD slot which allows me to load MP3s&lt;br /&gt;It is black and slick.&lt;br /&gt;It has a vibrant color screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it....cant wait to start snapping pictures of friends. In fact I already got shots of Gerrie.-beams-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-763883394614759501?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/763883394614759501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=763883394614759501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/763883394614759501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/763883394614759501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/samsung-rocks.html' title='Samsung rocks!'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-6969390384658070046</id><published>2007-02-22T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:58:06.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wholesome night</title><content type='html'>Last night. my mom cooked up a feast. Aunty Christine and Irene, Uncle Gan and Ron were invited. I asked Geraldine to tag along too. Dinner was really awesome and the soup was juz haha WHOA. I'm glad Geraldine likes my mom's cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Gerrie and me went to watch Dreamgirls like FINALLY. Haha and like Ah bengs and Ah Lians, we raised our legs and rested them on the seats in front of us. Dreamgirls was really awesome and I was singing along to all the songs. MOVE MOVE MOVE OUTTA MY LIFE. AND I AM TELLING YOU I'M NOT GOING!!!!!I AM CHANGING!!!!!!!LISTEN TO THE VOICE HERE IN MY HEART!ONE NIGHT ONLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Gerrie rested her head on my chest and I was terrified that she could hear my accelerated heartbeat. It's cool watching a movie with a girl you have a mad crush on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Coffee Club for hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to Yew Tee Community Center to well serve the elderly their reunion dinner along with Gerrie and Euphuie. Maybe after that, I will watch Paris je t'aime and Epic movie.MaYbe I will tell her how much I like her then. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-6969390384658070046?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/6969390384658070046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=6969390384658070046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6969390384658070046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/6969390384658070046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/wholesome-night.html' title='wholesome night'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-966755125289984798</id><published>2007-02-21T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:21:03.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sarah chian</title><content type='html'>Euphe once told me there will be one person you can never get over. I thought about it and I think the person is Sarah Chian. not because I am not over her but maybe because I still wonder what things would have been like if it all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had all the answers&lt;br /&gt;I never had enough time&lt;br /&gt;But I sure had all the reasons&lt;br /&gt;Why you weren't what I wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never laid all my cards out&lt;br /&gt;You just wanted to play&lt;br /&gt;The Queen she waited on my doorsteps&lt;br /&gt;While the joker and me went on our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was much too selfish&lt;br /&gt;But baby you're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm grown and all alone&lt;br /&gt;And wishing I was with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can guarantee&lt;br /&gt;Things are sweeter now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days everything is all business&lt;br /&gt;Never in one place for too long&lt;br /&gt;But there's no lack of arms around me&lt;br /&gt;But I still wonder if somewhere I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd wish on every star &lt;br /&gt;For that girl and our life&lt;br /&gt;If I did not think that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I guarantee&lt;br /&gt;Things are sweeter now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-966755125289984798?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/966755125289984798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=966755125289984798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/966755125289984798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/966755125289984798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/sarah-chian.html' title='sarah chian'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-5420046677090100844</id><published>2007-02-21T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:14:50.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Joyce</title><content type='html'>Why do they make it hard to love you?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they even start to try?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now I feel a bridge is burning&lt;br /&gt;And all the smoke is in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I never let them know me&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be right&lt;br /&gt;Took a mistake to really show me&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what they were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wrong but I've been changing&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering what to do&lt;br /&gt;Here I am alone and waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I try and make them happy?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always playing nice?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy trying to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what's on my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-5420046677090100844?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/5420046677090100844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=5420046677090100844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5420046677090100844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5420046677090100844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-joyce.html' title='For Joyce'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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-1033694363449942806.post-5390005650286678220</id><published>2007-02-21T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:07:26.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's changing</title><content type='html'>These few weeks have been weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a girl I swear I hated in Tj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend became this lesbian whore and this scares me,even though I am pretty much active in the gay scene, or at least used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euphe is once again my friend and I feel nothing but love for her, even though we met online, even though she can take me down anytime, even though her legs are thicker than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my parents are improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces and nephews all ten of them still demand piggy back rides,sessions of catching and hide &amp; seek from me. They still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced the girl that i have a slight crush on to my parents and they love her though she appeared in FHM in skimpy bikinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven thought of sex since like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hell of a ride. I do miss Joyce. I want her back. I am so sick of going to her house to look at her parents cry. I feel partly responsible. I wish I knew how to comfort them. But I forgot how I controlled myself in the world of temptation. I have sinned but I had my limits. I don't sleep around. I can count the number of times I have been drunk with my five fingers. Yes Joyce, your hubby was once havoc but he turned out pretty well because he didn't let loose completely. I wish I had taught you that before I let you go on a rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Euphe. She really rocks my world. I like it when she said I wasnt so messed up anymore. I feel that I have grown a little. To not be so emo. To not let emotions get into my head. I no longer club to get rid of the loneliness. I realised how much I missed her during hanging out at her house. And I think our friendship is the coolest thing ever because I dun have to pretend to be interesting and be this boring old fart and she will still love me anyway. Or pretend she does haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still wonder how come Alvy can eat so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1033694363449942806-5390005650286678220?l=lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/feeds/5390005650286678220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1033694363449942806&amp;postID=5390005650286678220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5390005650286678220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1033694363449942806/posts/default/5390005650286678220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemehatemefuckme.blogspot.com/2007/02/everybodys-changing.html' title='Everybody&apos;s changing'/><author><name>crazylittleboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12126557168416253318</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></feed>
