﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>funkyparadise's Xanga</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from funkyparadise</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Sleeping can be the most enchanting thing ever.</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/713324407/sleeping-can-be-the-most-enchanting-thing-ever/</link><guid>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/713324407/sleeping-can-be-the-most-enchanting-thing-ever/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 15:39:11 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I had a dream last night. It was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vague&lt;/span&gt; one. But even though it was vague, what i &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt; was vivid. You were in there. You were wearing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;white,&lt;/span&gt; and had your electric guitar strapped on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You saw me&lt;/span&gt;. You put your guitar down, and walked towards me. You told me, that you had feelings for me, and informed me that you thought i had feelings for someone else. You explained why. &amp;amp; you explained how you thought i didn't like you. I listened. &amp;amp; I think somewhere in between the lines, i tried to tell you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I told you i liked you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We hugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And there was another scene, where you sent me an sms, and told me you couldn't wait for me to come back from Miri to KK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very nice&lt;/span&gt; dream. I wish for it to last longer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; suddenly all the emotions and feelings i invested for you once upon a time for 3 consecutive years, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;came to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; suddenly,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; i miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/713324407/sleeping-can-be-the-most-enchanting-thing-ever/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>If you read this.</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/712363840/if-you-read-this/</link><guid>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/712363840/if-you-read-this/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 18:23:57 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WARNING: This is an&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; extremely &lt;/span&gt;emotional post. If you can't stand mushy stuff, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT PROCEED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To whom it may concern, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just wanted to let you know, that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sometimes &lt;/span&gt;the memory of what happened between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;that night flashes back in my mind every now and then, and with it, is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;emotional attachment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;I know it happened&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; agess &lt;/span&gt;ago. You probably don't even care. &amp;amp; I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; i didn't care. But&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I did.&lt;/span&gt; Why? It's simply because &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I care. &lt;/span&gt;I just care&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; a lot&lt;/span&gt; about you. And I, believe it or not, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(223, 32, 128);"&gt;actually&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quite a lot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look forward to seeing you&lt;/span&gt;, despite the fact that i can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; barely &lt;/span&gt;bring myself to even look at you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to talk to you so badly&lt;/span&gt;, despite the fact that I try my best to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; avoid&lt;/span&gt; you. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; with what's going on with you and it took me a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; heartbreaking occurrence&lt;/span&gt; for me to realize that, you know? The night during the after-party, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 191, 255);"&gt;i saw you with a girl&lt;/span&gt;, and that's when... i realized.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;You were the first person&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; ever, in my entire life, &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; me like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt;. To put your arms around my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;waist,&lt;/span&gt; while i put my arms on your shoulders. To&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; take my hand&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slowly pull me&lt;/span&gt; to the dance floor. I remember how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soft &lt;/span&gt;the palm of your hand was. And at that time,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I didn't even know your name&lt;/span&gt;. You probably didn't know mine. All i know was, you were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that guy&lt;/span&gt; from campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;I do not know what got into me that night, i really,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; seriously, &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;do those kind of things&lt;/span&gt;, i don't simply do that to any guy. And when other guys try to do that to me, it just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; freaks me out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish it was you instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;It was one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best moments&lt;/span&gt; in my life, when we were dancing together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I remember the time when you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; came right over&lt;/span&gt; to where i was sitting when i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alon&lt;/span&gt;e during the after-party. I remember how you seemed so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;concerned &lt;/span&gt;about me, the questions you asked.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How i was going home. Was everything okay&lt;/span&gt;. You told me not to be alone. You told me to be safe. And you told me, that if i needed anything, i could just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;find you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;I started falling for you right there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess during that very semester, our schedules &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't give a chance&lt;/span&gt; for us to run into each other often, to see you was like finding a needle in a haystack. Every time i saw you, it was so... overwhelming, and when you smiled at me, i thought i could&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; die&lt;/span&gt; right there and then.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To be truthful, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanted something to happen&lt;/span&gt;. I felt that something &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;really could happen&lt;/span&gt;. I was hopeful, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very hopeful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Months passed, and after not seeing you in a long time, the feeling eventually &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;died off.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; And i thought, what the heck. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This guy's history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UNTIL...&lt;/span&gt; you added me on facebook. Until you popped me an IM. Until you added me on MSN. Until we finally had a conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And until you told me, that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoyed dancing with me that night,&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; would like to dance with me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I couldn't sleep that night&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; because of you&lt;/span&gt;. All the things you said were massively ringing in my ear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;"I never had a chance to say this before, but i enjoyed dancing with you that night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;I officially died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I remember everything you said. You asked me what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;race&lt;/span&gt; i was. You told me that i was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pretty&lt;/span&gt;. And that i had that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet look&lt;/span&gt;. I remember telling you that i was off to KL for vacation the next day, i remember telling you that i had to pack, and you said&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Am i disturbing you?"&lt;/span&gt;. Aww. I remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you asked me if i had a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. And after my reply i remember you said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then i would like to dance with you again".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; happy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But then, my mind took action. I was reading your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog &lt;/span&gt;one time, I read your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love poems.&lt;/span&gt; And i was pretty&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; shattered &lt;/span&gt;that the love poems you wrote were for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's when i realized, that you are probably just one of those guys who's just smooth around on girls. I knew, that you were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too good to be true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;As heart-shattering as it was, I just sort of... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't take any action on my part to take anything between me nad you to a higher level. &lt;/span&gt;Because at that time i thought that i was probably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not good enough for you.&lt;/span&gt; That you would&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt; like a girl like&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;. That you would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;want to be with me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;insecurities&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; issues&lt;/span&gt; got in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now that it has been about a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; year plus&lt;/span&gt;, I realized what kind of person you are. You may be smooth around girls, but i have this gut in me that I know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are genuine&lt;/span&gt;. That you are true. You've proved it somehow...My feelings started to grow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But then now, &lt;font size="4"&gt;you are taken.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And probably, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't stand a chance &lt;/span&gt;anymore. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just want you to know, that the reason i seemed to be ignoring you for one whole semester, was mainly because of my insecurities. I couldn't look at you. I couldn't smile at you. Why? Because, like i've said before this, i thought that i wasn't good enough for you. I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shy. &lt;/span&gt;I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ASHAMED&lt;/span&gt;. I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Deep down, i really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;want to be friends with you. i really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;wanna have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;normal dorky&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goofy &lt;/span&gt;conversations with you... i don't think i've had a chance to experience that with you in real life. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So when it seemed like i was avoiding you because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;negative reasons&lt;/span&gt;, it wasn't. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't hate you. I'm not ashamed of you.&lt;/span&gt; I was just,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; trying&amp;nbsp; to hide from you&lt;/span&gt;. Cause i was the one who is ashamed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now i know that there's a very minimal chance that you'll read this. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But if you ever do, i hope you don't freak out, cause i know emotional girls tend to freak guys out :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*sigh*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still hoping&lt;/span&gt;. And i love it when you wear that green-ish, blue-ish, turquoise-ish collared shirt with white horizantal stripes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Much love,&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The girl who still thinks about you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(36, 36, 36);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(112, 112, 112);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/712363840/if-you-read-this/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Reaching out.</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/704641210/reaching-out/</link><guid>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/704641210/reaching-out/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 16:10:17 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;survived exams. I don't only survive exams, i actually&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pass&lt;/span&gt; exams... even when i think&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; i can't&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes i don't even know how i do it, i always procrastinate and study at the eleventh hour, and no matter how much of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disorganized &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unfocused student &lt;/span&gt;i am, doing the things that i am not even interested in, i always, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always pass&lt;/span&gt;. I think i have to give God the credit for that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But now, i've never been more&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; afraid &lt;/span&gt;than ever to face the exams, cause i just have this sick feeling that i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't be able to pass&lt;/span&gt;. Like during the midterms, i was so sure that i was gonna &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fail &lt;/span&gt;accounting. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i did&lt;/span&gt;. (but i didn't fail so bad, i needed only 2.5 marks to pass) Now i am doubting my whether i can pass finals.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am i being too paranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And i'm not even doing anything to help myself. I should be studying, but look what i'm doing instead?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One thing i've realized about being in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt; and about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;living life as an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; imperfect&lt;/span&gt; human being&lt;/span&gt;, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; do it alone. Oftentimes, our human strength is exhausted, we can't depend on our own strength to actually go through hardship. Well, maybe you can, but even if you can, that hardship of yours would be 100 times harder, and the burden would be 100 times heavier.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know why my life has been so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dull&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; meaningless&lt;/span&gt; lately. I know why i get depressed easily. I know why i get upset easily.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And i know why i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;doubt myself so much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;And i know why,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i am so weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;God is practically shut out of my life. No i don't mean for Him to be shut out, it's just that, i've never made time for Him. I never make the effort to actually communicate with Him. I don't reach out to Him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;He's so far away... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;But i still go to church though. But that's only once a week... That's not enough. You need constant prayer. And constant scripture reading. I don't even do that :( &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Most of the time God and Jesus, seems to be pretty much non-existent... I'm sorry. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So now what i actually need is to give my spiritual life a boost. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's times like this i think that i really need God more than ever... but He's too far away. And i can't feel Him cause i am just so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stained&lt;/span&gt; with sin. I'm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; filthy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 191);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jesus..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I really,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(96, 191, 0);"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; you right now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><comments>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/704641210/reaching-out/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Depressed.</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/700789372/depressed/</link><guid>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/700789372/depressed/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 15:20:00 GMT</pubDate><description>I am back in Miri after my 1 week long escape from reality. I've said the same thing many times on my blogspot,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I AM DEPRESSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, the same guy i talked about in my previous post said to me while i was back in KK&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm sorry I didn't get to spend time with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHAHA. Kinda cracks me up really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You know, having developed feelings for someone is like a flower that grows out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soil&lt;/span&gt;. It all starts with a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; little seed&lt;/span&gt;, and with much care and nurturing, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND SO, i have been trying to diminish my feelings for him, meaning to say, i just let the flower &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wilt&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die.&lt;/span&gt; Thing is, it's pretty hard, cause this flower is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pretty strong&lt;/span&gt; i'm telling ya. hahaha :) Very&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; healthy&lt;/span&gt;, very &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"subur"&lt;/span&gt;, as said in malay. But i guess after time passes by, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dies eventually&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, it's pretty much dead. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But i have to say that there is still that little seed underneath the soil. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which is why i still sort of light up when i see him. :) But nah, the flower's pretty much dead. HAHA. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just had the need to let that out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to bed now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goodnight, to whoever reads this. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/700789372/depressed/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Befuddlement.</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/693349799/befuddlement/</link><guid>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/693349799/befuddlement/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 18:10:53 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now i am not sure how many people read my xanga blog, but i do know that this blog is a blog where i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; write about&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; some&lt;/span&gt; of the emotions that i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not usually display&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;write about openly&lt;/span&gt;, considering the fact that this blog is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less known&lt;/span&gt; one. And i have made up my mind, this blog, is where&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i will talk about &lt;/span&gt;guys&lt;/font&gt;. Cause i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rarely&lt;/span&gt; ever do that on my blogs that are more exposed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So at this very instant, i would just like to express something that has been on my mind. About&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; guy. Whom i have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secretly harboured feelings for&lt;/span&gt;, for about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 3 years&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, my feelings for him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fading away,&lt;/span&gt; and i don't think about him much. YES i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;progressing well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (No, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; forget someone you invested &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feelings for in just a snap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And i met him&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just now&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;font size="4"&gt;YES&lt;/font&gt;, i did. I was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passing by,&lt;/span&gt; he was in the car, and i was just giving a holla to one of our friends who were standing outside the car, and yeah. &lt;font size="5"&gt;HE CAME OUT&lt;/font&gt;. Of the car.&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, to.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;greet&lt;/span&gt; me.. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;shake my hand&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give me,&lt;font size="4"&gt; a hug&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and ask. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"how are you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how on EARTH&lt;/span&gt; can you resist &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such &lt;/span&gt;care?? Especially when it comes to a person you are not completely over yet?? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND BOY if HIS girlfriend finds out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she's gonna kill me&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA. At least i think so. I MEAN, COME ON. This dude is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ARE NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;supposed to be&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; THAT&lt;/span&gt; friendly to &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; other girl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;besides &lt;/span&gt;your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt; right? Well i do know only players and casanovas do that, BUT he is not a player nor is he a casanova okay. seriously. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And i haven't even mentioned all the stuff he said during a wedding reception we happened to attend. If his girlfriend &lt;font size="4"&gt;KNEW&lt;/font&gt; WHAT HE SAID, she's not only gonna shove her foot down his throat, but probably get into a cat fight with me HAHAHA! No, i'm not being melodramatic, neither am i exaggerating.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is still much of a befuddling matter for my mind to comprehend WHY this guy got into this relationship with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;girl. I don't get it. I JUST DON'T. I mean, she doesn't even look HIS type.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There were times i was convinced that YES,&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt; he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; probably feel the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (oh god, how could you not especially if he has given you a FLYING KISS before? IN PUBLIC? and not only that... there many many many just UNCOUNTABLE indications to show!) But then at the same time, certain occurrences &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;prove otherwise.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But whatever. That's history now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yeah. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I still get this nice and warm fuzzy feeling when and after i interact with him you know. I mean. I can't help it. He makes me feel... that way. And he's the only one who can. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*sigh*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess i should just stop thinking about this now. It's 3 am now, and YES, i have to sleept!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;night people. :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/693349799/befuddlement/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Nostalgia</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/691487472/nostalgia/</link><guid>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/691487472/nostalgia/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 17:29:37 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; incredibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Been listening to songs that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; bring back the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wonderful old memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; making you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;reminisce like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I would do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; to go back and re-live everything again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes i just feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, you know? I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; for it so much, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yearn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; for it so much, that it actually makes me feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Because i know i can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;never turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But yes, i guess all i can do now is just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cherish every single second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in my waking moments, because i know one day in the future, i will be yearning for what i'm experiencing now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to admit that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; i am not looking forward to go back to Miri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; although there actually is a scintilla of excitement in me that is trying to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;spark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, slowly. Sure, i am looking forward in meeting all my uni friends, and then have all the fun we can, again... but leaving KK... is just. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know, I know, i do come back to KK during sem breaks...it's just that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Palatino;" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i hate goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;font size="3"&gt;i hate goodbyes &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SO much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm telling you. Leaving everyone i love behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL OVER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the ironic thing is, when i am in Miri, i don't want to go back to KK. Because i don't want to leave my uni friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OH gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. (-,-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am missing lifeteen a lot. I miss lifeteen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But i guess i just have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MOVE ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To lifeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. And i personally think that, that is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;really difficult step to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm not quite used to them yet, i actually feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;quite shy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(okay scratch that. i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; to attend their lifenites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to be honest with you, although i have attended their lifenites before. Lifeline is full of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;amazing people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;burning the same passion for God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. but. i'm not ready yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And to be truthful, one of the reasons why i haven't been to their lifenites this year, is because... when i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eventually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;get used to to lifeline, i believe i am gonna love going to lifeline lifenites more than anything else, and with all the awesome people in there... and then, when i am just about to get the hang of things, i would have to leave for Miri by then. yes that's what i fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;loving what you love behind again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UNLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, i don't love lifeline, which is pretty much unlikely. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And by the way, there is this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;certain someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; whom i can't get out of my head.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I don't know why! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; mean, I don't know him that much, though i do know of his existence since way before, BUT... gosh he's giving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; stomach lurches and super adrenaline pumps. hahaha. We never talked that much, he's practically just an acquaintance of some sort, BUT i can't get him out of my head. Which is both a good thing and a bad thing. Good thing because i can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;finally forget that other guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bad thing because it's gonna be harder for me to leave for Miri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm telling you. HAIH. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't believe i actually still go to bed thinking of him, considering the fact that the last time we met was quite a while ago. Well you know me, if i don't see a crush for 3 days or more, with no means of contact or whatever, the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" size="4"&gt; &lt;font size="6"&gt;SO IT IS PRETTY AMAZING IF YOU ASK ME. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But i'm only gonna secretly admire him because i don't think anything could actually materialize. HEHE. There are reasons why. &lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SO I GUESS, i am gonna end this now, cause it's getting kinda late. 2.25 am yo! &lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodnight people. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Palatino; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/691487472/nostalgia/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Amor</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/658036120/amor/</link><guid>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/658036120/amor/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 18:05:16 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" size=2&gt;When i log on to friendster, i would &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;occassionally&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp; browse through the&amp;nbsp;bulletins posted&amp;nbsp;on the bulletin board, even though most of the time i'd autonomously&amp;nbsp;ignore the whole board, cause i know sometimes some bulletins are just crap. you know, CRAP like &lt;STRONG&gt;total &lt;FONT size=4&gt;100%&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;U&gt;irritating&lt;/U&gt;, &lt;FONT size=3&gt;good for nothing&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#df2020 size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;C R A P&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I only read&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;a)&amp;nbsp;surveys done by friends&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;b)&amp;nbsp;bulletins with attention-drawing titles&lt;/STRONG&gt; (which &lt;STRONG&gt;may&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;contain &lt;STRONG&gt;crappy&lt;/STRONG&gt; content)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" size=2&gt;and &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;c) when i just feel like reading&amp;nbsp;those random&amp;nbsp;bulletins (that's how i know how crappy some bulletins can be)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" size=2&gt;Right now, it has something to do with option B. A bulletin entitled&lt;STRONG&gt; "Girl Language"&lt;/STRONG&gt; posted by my cousin, drew my attention. And yes. It was probably one of the best 2 minutes of my life. 'cause it made me have this&amp;nbsp;sort of&amp;nbsp;warm and fuzzy feeling inside. &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080 size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Teen Light" size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Girl Language&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i don't call you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#ff409f&gt;It's because im &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;waiting&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; for you to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;call me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i walk away from you mad,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT face=Teen color=#a71860&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Follow&lt;/STRONG&gt; me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i stare at your lips,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#80bfff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Kiss &lt;/STRONG&gt;me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i push you or hit you,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#9fe758&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Grab&lt;/STRONG&gt; me and &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;don't let go.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i start cursing at you,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#bf40bf&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;Kiss me&lt;/STRONG&gt; and tell me you &lt;STRONG&gt;love&lt;/STRONG&gt; me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i'm quiet,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT face=Teen color=#ff80bf&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Ask&lt;/STRONG&gt; me what's wrong.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;When i ignore you,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen color=#ff8000 size=2&gt;give me your &lt;STRONG&gt;attention.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;When i pull away,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Pull me back.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When you see me at my worst,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#80df20&gt;tell me i'm&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;FONT size=3&gt;beautiful.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When you see me crying,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen color=#ff0080&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Hold me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp; and&lt;STRONG&gt; tell me&lt;/STRONG&gt; everything will&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;be alright.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When you see me walking,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color=#df20df&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen color=#df20df&gt;Sneak up and&amp;nbsp; &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;hug&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT size=3&gt;my waist&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;from&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; behind.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i'm scared,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&lt;FONT color=#40bf40&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;Protect&lt;/FONT&gt; me.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i lay my head on your shoulder,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Tilt&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp; my head up&lt;/STRONG&gt; and &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;kiss me.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i tease you,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen color=#8040bf&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Tease me back and make me laugh.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i don't answer for a long time,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&lt;FONT color=#40bfbf&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;reassure me&lt;/STRONG&gt; that everything is okay.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i look at you with doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&lt;FONT color=#602060&gt;&amp;nbsp;Back yourself up.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i say that i like you,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&lt;FONT color=#df2020&gt;&amp;nbsp;I &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;really&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; do&lt;FONT size=3&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;more&amp;nbsp; &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;than you could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;understand.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i grab at your hands,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#df2080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Hold mine&lt;/STRONG&gt; and &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;play with my fingers.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i bump into you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#e758e7&gt;bump back into me and make me laugh&lt;/FONT&gt; .&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i tell you a secret,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#a3a3a3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;keep it safe and untold.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i look at you in your eyes,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT color=#709fcf&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;dont look away&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; until&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt; i do.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i miss you,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;&amp;nbsp;im hurting inside&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When you break my heart,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen&gt;&lt;FONT color=#70cf9f&gt;the pain &lt;STRONG&gt;never &lt;/STRONG&gt;really goes away.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;When i say it's over,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen color=#ff0080 size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;i still want you to be mine&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Teen color=#ff0080 size=2&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;So i &lt;STRONG&gt;reposted&lt;/STRONG&gt; it. not because of that &lt;STRONG&gt;stupid,&lt;EM&gt; if-you-don't-repost-this-you-will-*insert.unfortunate.event.here*&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;threat &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;they include at the end of almost every chain bulletin, but because i &lt;STRONG&gt;enjoyed&lt;/STRONG&gt; this bulletin. this really&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;nice&lt;/STRONG&gt; bulletin. &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;But then of course, all those up there &lt;STRONG&gt;does not&lt;/STRONG&gt; necessarily apply into every circumstance in a relationship. I mean, to think so is &lt;STRONG&gt;stupid, &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;foolish, unwise, and naive&lt;/STRONG&gt;. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;All these lovey-dovey stuff&amp;nbsp;are just &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;beautiful gems&lt;/EM&gt; that &lt;FONT color=#ff0000 size=3&gt;&lt;U&gt;temporarily&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;sparkle in &lt;EM&gt;courtship&lt;/EM&gt; and&lt;EM&gt; romance&lt;/EM&gt;.&lt;/STRONG&gt; Things that &lt;STRONG&gt;naturally&lt;/STRONG&gt; happen to make you and your partner &lt;STRONG&gt;bond&lt;/STRONG&gt;. God designed us that way.&amp;nbsp;Marriage has&amp;nbsp;always been&amp;nbsp;a plan for us, and before marrying, we must firstly develop feelings for another individual, where &lt;STRONG&gt;mutual attraction&lt;/STRONG&gt; exist.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But one should never go over board in these things. It&amp;nbsp;will lead to&amp;nbsp;sinful things. like &lt;STRONG&gt;PMS&lt;/STRONG&gt;. no &lt;STRONG&gt;not&lt;/STRONG&gt; pre-mestrual syndrome silly, i mean pre-marital sex.or of the like.&amp;nbsp;But still, being in a relationship is not wrong, as long as you abide by your moral values and conscience.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;I think one shouldn't have a whole negative outlook on being in a relationship. [yes darling, there ARE people who have such outlooks]&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;When the time comes, the time comes&lt;/STRONG&gt;. If it is God's will for you to be in relationship, then let it be. There's no need to rant about the &lt;STRONG&gt;"Study first, then i'll venture into&amp;nbsp;love"&lt;/STRONG&gt; kinda thing.&amp;nbsp;well yeah, it is a practical thing for you to do, but seriously, what is wrong with being in a relationship, when you know you can still balance your studies and love life? &lt;STRONG&gt;[unless you can't then that's a completely different story]&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;Like i said, &lt;STRONG&gt;when the time comes, the time comes&lt;/STRONG&gt;. Everything&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;okay when you handle things in &lt;STRONG&gt;moderation.&lt;/STRONG&gt; Of course when you do get into a relationship, you don't abandon everything around you. I mean just because you are &lt;STRONG&gt;intoxicated&lt;/STRONG&gt; in the &lt;STRONG&gt;ecstasy of love&lt;/STRONG&gt;, it doesn't mean you should&amp;nbsp;ignore your priorities in life [even if&amp;nbsp;you are inclined to ignore. cause you know "love" can blind you. especially&amp;nbsp;when you are weak]&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;So anyway&amp;nbsp;you think all these lovey-dovey things happen when the &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;U&gt;infatuation&lt;/U&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;dies&lt;/EM&gt;?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; pfft.&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; Think again. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;This is why &lt;STRONG&gt;failed marriages&lt;/STRONG&gt; exist.&amp;nbsp; Couples&amp;nbsp;tend to be&amp;nbsp;blinded by&amp;nbsp;thinking that being in a&amp;nbsp;relationship, or rather getting married, is all about the &lt;STRONG&gt;feel-good feeling&lt;/STRONG&gt; when they are together.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;No it's not darling. &lt;STRONG&gt;Let reality smack you right on your face.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I think that&amp;nbsp;one must think properly, contemplate deeply and choose the&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;ab-so-freaking-lute-ly&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;right partner, before getting married.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=4&gt;Kerna pernikahan itu&amp;nbsp;adalah sesuatu yang &lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;amat &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#bf4080&gt;suci&lt;/FONT&gt;, di mana &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;dua hati&lt;/FONT&gt; bergabung menjadi &lt;FONT size=5&gt;satu&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=4&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;okay, even though i know all these stuff, there&amp;nbsp;still might be a&amp;nbsp;chance i &lt;STRONG&gt;might&amp;nbsp;go wrong&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;somewhere. but that's just because we are all &lt;STRONG&gt;imperfect&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&amp;nbsp;so let us remind each other, hand in hand, that marriage is &lt;STRONG&gt;sacred&lt;/STRONG&gt;, and when we get&amp;nbsp;off-track, we'll lead each other into the right track =)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;and i have developed this new mentality that one&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt; SHOULD &lt;U&gt;NEVER&lt;/U&gt; JUDGE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; those who had pre-marital sex or got pregnant accidentally. I mean, come on. Like i said, we are all imperfect.&amp;nbsp;Nanti ko sendiri terkena gitu macamana? Nah kau lagila MALU. haha. but oh, imperfection shouldn't be an excuse for you to&amp;nbsp;do immoral acts.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;I have SO many other things to say! but it's getting late (2.54am) so i guess i'll save it for another day. =)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;And oh, i don't think &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;girl language&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; is the right title. It sounds rather... &lt;STRONG&gt;shallow. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;HAHA!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;I think it should just be called&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;"What a girl expects"&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505&gt;haha!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505&gt;Adios amigo. Have a &lt;STRONG&gt;great&lt;/STRONG&gt; day. &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Maiandra GD" color=#050505 size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/658036120/amor/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Webcaming with muh sista!</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/652394682/webcaming-with-muh-sista/</link><guid>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/652394682/webcaming-with-muh-sista/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 05:09:44 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;Since my sister now &lt;STRONG&gt;FINALLY&lt;/STRONG&gt; has &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;internet access&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; at her apartment, and also since she&lt;STRONG&gt; FINALLY&lt;EM&gt; &lt;U&gt;learned&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;(kekeke &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" width=15 border=0&gt; )&lt;/EM&gt; how to install &lt;STRONG&gt;windows live messenger&lt;/STRONG&gt;, we had a session of webcaming! And we also did a PC call, so then we could talk to each other! hahaha! it was &lt;STRONG&gt;FUN&lt;/STRONG&gt;! Well it's&amp;nbsp;not that i've never done this before, but it really is fun to do&amp;nbsp;it with a family member&amp;nbsp;who once lived with you but now isn't anymore.... hahaha...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/funkyparadise/87cd8184296945/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/funkyparadise/4c731184296948/photo.html" target=_blank&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/funkyparadise/c4061184296575/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=".....webcam view with fellyne!.jpg" src="http://xc4.xanga.com/061c700a73032184296575/z141242720.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/funkyparadise/fd0a1184296570/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=".....webcam view with fellyne...2.jpg" src="http://xfd.xanga.com/0a1c430a73033184296570/z141242715.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/funkyparadise/d7e62184296564/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=".....webcam view with fellyne....jpg" src="http://xd7.xanga.com/e62c760660632184296564/z141242709.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-RIGHT: #2d8a00 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #2d8a00 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #2d8a00 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #2d8a00 1px solid" alt=.....webcam.jpg src="http://x4c.xanga.com/b0ec7a0640632184296558/z141242703.jpg"&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/funkyparadise/7f5a9184296937/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 226px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=226 alt=3od3C8 src="http://x7f.xanga.com/5a9c600603235184296937/z141243048.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=s1b3C6 src="http://x87.xanga.com/cd8c750643232184296945/z141243056.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/funkyparadise/7f5a9184296937/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/652394682/webcaming-with-muh-sista/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Leaving home.</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/650862759/leaving-home/</link><guid>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/650862759/leaving-home/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 18:21:51 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;In the recent years of my life, i have &lt;STRONG&gt;never really been aware&lt;/STRONG&gt; of the fact that i will someday, for sure, &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;leave home&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;. Of course, without any doubt i &lt;STRONG&gt;DO&lt;/STRONG&gt; know that&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; i &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;will&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;have to&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;leave home&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;one day, but i guess&amp;nbsp;during those years i&amp;nbsp;have just been &lt;STRONG&gt;too stuck&lt;/STRONG&gt; in the &lt;STRONG&gt;mentality&lt;/STRONG&gt; that &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;leaving home&lt;/FONT&gt; would be a really &lt;FONT size=3&gt;really &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;really&lt;/FONT&gt; long time from now&lt;/STRONG&gt;. I have only been focusing only on what was going on then.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;But now, it &lt;STRONG&gt;isn't&lt;/STRONG&gt; gonna be a long time from now&amp;nbsp;anymore.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;I have grown &lt;STRONG&gt;attached &lt;/STRONG&gt;to many things in the past &lt;EM&gt;17 years, 3 months and 7 days&lt;/EM&gt;. Attached to things that are &lt;STRONG&gt;so dear&lt;/STRONG&gt; to me that &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;detaching&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;and&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;FONT size=4&gt;letting go&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;of everything&amp;nbsp;would be something &lt;STRONG&gt;utterly painful&lt;/STRONG&gt; for me to do, something which is&lt;STRONG&gt; somewhat beyond my strength&lt;/STRONG&gt;, &lt;STRONG&gt;too&amp;nbsp;heavy&amp;nbsp;of a task for me to&amp;nbsp;carry out&lt;/STRONG&gt;. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;So day&amp;nbsp;after day, sunrise after sunset,&amp;nbsp;this &lt;STRONG&gt;dread &lt;/STRONG&gt;i have in me is&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; slowly&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;FONT size=3&gt;developing&lt;/FONT&gt; into something &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;more&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; than a&lt;EM&gt; mere emotion of &lt;STRONG&gt;distress&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;.&lt;/STRONG&gt; It's a &lt;FONT size=4&gt;sinking&lt;/FONT&gt;, &lt;FONT size=3&gt;depressing&lt;/FONT&gt;, worrying and&amp;nbsp;a &lt;FONT size=4&gt;MAJORLY overwhelming&amp;nbsp;feeling&lt;/FONT&gt;. And i have to admit,&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt; it does make me feel like crying&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;. &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;I am &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;trying my best to value and treasure&amp;nbsp;all the time i have left in KK&lt;/STRONG&gt;,&lt;/FONT&gt; the time where i am &lt;STRONG&gt;still under the care of my parents&lt;/STRONG&gt;, &lt;STRONG&gt;still given money&lt;/STRONG&gt;, &lt;STRONG&gt;still waking up to things that are familliar&lt;/STRONG&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;still able to attend lifeteen lifenites every week&lt;/STRONG&gt;, &lt;STRONG&gt;still able to play and be with my cats&amp;nbsp;and basically&lt;/STRONG&gt;, &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;a period of time where i am still in my comfort zone&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;, not designated to any serious responsibilites.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Every now and then&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; i &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;frustratingly &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;question&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; why&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;FONT size=4&gt;leaving&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; is&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;FONT size=4&gt;SO frickin' &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;difficult&lt;/EM&gt;. I &lt;STRONG&gt;resent&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; this &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;so much&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;, even though i know it is &lt;STRONG&gt;for the good of my future.&lt;/STRONG&gt; I &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;utterly loathe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; the fact that the &lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;only &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;constant&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; in life is &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;change&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;And for the&lt;FONT size=5&gt; &lt;FONT size=4&gt;fi&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;rst time in my whole entire life&lt;/FONT&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;i actually&lt;EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;wished&lt;/EM&gt; that&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;lifeteen never happened&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;. Because then, my &lt;STRONG&gt;burden&lt;/STRONG&gt; of&lt;STRONG&gt; leaving&lt;/STRONG&gt; would at least be &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;lighter.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; But even so, i am &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;truly grateful&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; that i am &lt;STRONG&gt;part of the lifeteen family&lt;/STRONG&gt;, cause without lifeteen, i &lt;STRONG&gt;wouldn't&lt;/STRONG&gt; have had the chance to go through the&lt;FONT size=3&gt; &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;many wonderful and enriching experiences&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; i had during my &lt;STRONG&gt;3 years++&lt;/STRONG&gt; of being with this family. And for me, lifeteen has achieved its vision cause lifeteen does bring me closer to Jesus, in so many ways. And at times when i fall, spiritual-wise, the lifenites conducted do&amp;nbsp;remind me that God is actually&amp;nbsp;there for me, all i have to do is perpend carefully to Him. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;I am &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;too stuck&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; in my &lt;FONT size=4&gt;comfort zone&lt;/FONT&gt;, i am&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt; too afraid&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; of &lt;FONT size=4&gt;moving forward&lt;/FONT&gt;, &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;too afraid&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; of &lt;FONT size=4&gt;stepping out into the world all on my own&lt;/FONT&gt;, &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;not knowing what exactly to expect.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt; I &lt;EM&gt;think&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;U&gt;too much&lt;/U&gt; too&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT size=3&gt;And because of that&lt;/FONT&gt;, all those&lt;STRONG&gt; stupid&lt;/STRONG&gt; and &lt;STRONG&gt;frustrating&lt;/STRONG&gt;,&lt;FONT size=4&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;negative&amp;nbsp;"What if?" thoughts&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;FONT size=3&gt;sprint through my head again&lt;/FONT&gt;,&amp;nbsp;turning me into&amp;nbsp;a really&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;paranoid pessimist&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;I am for sure going to &lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;miss A LOT OF THINGS&lt;/STRONG&gt;, &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;EM&gt;BADLY&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;. I think a week before i leave i would already start &lt;STRONG&gt;weeping, bawling my eyeballs out of my eyesockets.&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;FONT size=6&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;My &lt;FONT size=5&gt;family&lt;/FONT&gt;, my &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;friends&lt;/FONT&gt;,&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;LIFETEEN!,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;FONT size=4&gt;my cats and my precious kitten&lt;/FONT&gt;, &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;EVERYTHING &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;about &lt;FONT size=3&gt;home&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;, EVERYTHING&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; about &lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt;my life in&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;Kota Kinabalu&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;. &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;And what &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;scares me most&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;is the fact that &lt;FONT size=4&gt;i am going to be &lt;STRONG&gt;all alone&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;FONT size=3&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;ALL ALONE&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt; i tell you, &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;ALL ALONE&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I am going to live with people i don't even know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;I DON'T KNOW ANYONE, NOT EVEN A SINGLE PERSON, WHO'S GOING&amp;nbsp;CURTIN UNIVERSITY&amp;nbsp;TO STUDY TOO&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;. Well the only few people i know who studies there is&lt;STRONG&gt; Aaron,&lt;/STRONG&gt; but he's like a senior you know. And also this girl named&lt;STRONG&gt; Jessica&lt;/STRONG&gt; but she too is a senior. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;On a more &lt;STRONG&gt;optimistic note&lt;/STRONG&gt;, i have heard from many that &lt;STRONG&gt;college/uni life &lt;/STRONG&gt;will be one of the&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; best experiences&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; and periods of time in your life. Well that's one thing i'm looking forward to. &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am also looking forward to meeting people from&amp;nbsp;different countries &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;[that is,&amp;nbsp;IF i do have the&amp;nbsp;chance]&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;cause yeah, even though only Curtin Miri is only in&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sarawak&lt;/STRONG&gt;,&amp;nbsp;it's still an international branch campus. Basically, i am&lt;STRONG&gt; sort of&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;EM&gt;looking forward&lt;/EM&gt; to &lt;STRONG&gt;campus life.&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;And i'm sure i would be experiencing more enriching things, be it bad or good. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;Somehow i just have this &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;feeling in my guts&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; that i am in for something&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;EM&gt; really interesting&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;, at curtin uni. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;And oh! I might even consider doing a &lt;STRONG&gt;2+1&lt;/STRONG&gt;, so i get to study at Curtin's mother campus, in Australia. &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&amp;nbsp;wee~&lt;STRONG&gt; (well that is ONLY IF i decide to do a 2+1)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;You know what, one&amp;nbsp;thing i'm surprised about myself and everything else is,&lt;FONT size=3&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;how come i am so sure that i will be going to Curtin Uni?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; Cause&lt;FONT size=5&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;,&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; i have not sent in the application forms&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;. HAHA. I think it's my dad.&lt;STRONG&gt; MY DAD THINKS THAT I AM GOING TO CURTIN, BY HOOK OR BY CROOK&lt;/STRONG&gt;. (i think)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;So that is why i am still &lt;STRONG&gt;hoping&lt;/STRONG&gt; for somekind of &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;divine intervention&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;. An intervention that would make me stay here in KK until i am ready to leave. But.. chances are... almost zero i guess?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;I have been thinking to myself. If i study here in KK, i would still be able to go to Sacred Heart Church, i would still be able to be actively involved with lifeteen (and probably be a sub-core member!) , i would still be able to hang out with my friends but then&amp;nbsp;again i have thought to myself, if i don't go to curtin, then i would be&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt; missing out on &lt;U&gt;a lot&lt;/U&gt; of things.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; New things that i have never experienced before.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;*sigh*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;I get confused in my own thoughts sometimes.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;So to you guys out there, who are still in KK,&lt;STRONG&gt; not going anywhere&lt;/STRONG&gt;, whether you're &lt;STRONG&gt;studying &lt;/STRONG&gt;here or whatever,&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt; BE FRICKIN'&amp;nbsp;GLAD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; that &lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;you are&lt;EM&gt; still here&lt;/EM&gt;.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt; Because even though all your life you have been eagerly waiting&amp;nbsp;for the day that you would move out from home, there are still things that you have to let go of.&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Detachment&lt;/EM&gt; is&lt;STRONG&gt; SUCH&lt;/STRONG&gt; a &lt;STRONG&gt;painful &lt;/STRONG&gt;process&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;.&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/650862759/leaving-home/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>April Fool's Day =)</title><link>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/649926589/april-fools-day-/</link><guid>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/649926589/april-fools-day-/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 03:19:13 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;My mum is having this &lt;FONT color=#ff0080 size=3&gt;bible sharing&lt;/FONT&gt; thingie at &lt;STRONG&gt;our house&lt;/STRONG&gt; today, so yesterday i &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;offered&lt;/FONT&gt; to &lt;FONT color=#20dfdf size=4&gt;cook&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;EM&gt;chicken spaghetti&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; for her guests. (Yes, i am &lt;EM&gt;that&lt;/EM&gt; nice sometimes. hehe &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;) So we went out and bought the ingredients...the chicken mince, the cheese, the sauce, the pasta. And everything was all set for today. But then you know what? &lt;FONT size=4&gt;My mum &lt;FONT color=#701070 size=5&gt;left&lt;/FONT&gt; the &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#80ff00&gt;chicken mince&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; in the car last night&lt;/FONT&gt; and it &lt;FONT size=6&gt;turned &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#8040bf&gt;bad&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; overnight&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;FONT color=#df2020&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#df2020&gt;BUMMER&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;So i don't get to cook spaghetti! And i was so looking forward to cooking it! Oh well, nevermind. Maybe next time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;So instead, i helped my mum to&lt;FONT size=3&gt; &lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;grill&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; (&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff40&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;or rather roast&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;) the chicken wings in the space oven wok. Well, it's some sort of oven which you could put stuff in and it just cooks. i think. All i know is it's some special wok, so if you put &lt;FONT color=#a76018&gt;chicken wings&lt;/FONT&gt; in there, you're &lt;FONT color=#704010&gt;grilling&lt;/FONT&gt; it. And if you put &lt;FONT color=#800080&gt;nuggets&lt;/FONT&gt; in there, you're &lt;FONT color=#8f308f&gt;frying&lt;/FONT&gt; it.&lt;EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;(But in actual fact, you're not doing anything cause&amp;nbsp;all you have to do is just set the timer,&amp;nbsp;and wait for it to cook.&amp;nbsp;and you don't use oil!)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=2&gt;I just found out something! &lt;FONT size=3&gt;You&lt;FONT size=4&gt; &lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#40bf40&gt;can't&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#40bf40&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;view my blog if you're using&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0080 size=4&gt;&lt;U&gt;Opera Browser&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Gosh it's &lt;FONT size=4&gt;so&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;frickin' annoying&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;. Opera sucks when it comes to blogs. Seriously. My blog won't completely load! So if you want to read this blog of mine, please use anything that is NOT Opera. &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; would be &lt;STRONG&gt;good&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=5&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=7&gt;&lt;FONT color=#df2020&gt;HA&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;PP&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt;Y &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt;1&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#9fe758&gt;8T&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#2080df&gt;H &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0080ff&gt;B&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#bf40bf&gt;IR&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#701070&gt;TH&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#df2020&gt;DA&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;Y &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff8000&gt;D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt;EA&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#80df20&gt;R&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT color=#80df20&gt;C&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#2080df&gt;AR&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#a718a7&gt;ME&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#380838&gt;N!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Century Gothic" size=5&gt;So i guess that's all for now. Toodles!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://funkyparadise.xanga.com/649926589/april-fools-day-/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>