<?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-31852280</id><updated>2012-01-29T04:38:44.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't practice santeria. i ain't got no crystal ball...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Timothy Ethan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540678649345628814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31852280.post-3869093110573337117</id><published>2007-04-19T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:25:25.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieXiv6q3gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PHqRskjzsQE/s1600-h/5.7+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieXmP6q3jI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZVw75D10piY/s320/100-0069_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055175790110105138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieXm_6q3kI/AAAAAAAAACU/mSgmsSMlv1A/s1600-h/CIMG1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieXm_6q3kI/AAAAAAAAACU/mSgmsSMlv1A/s320/CIMG1895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055175802995007042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:36;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;RANDOM PIC DAY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;class 5/6.7 ruth/ephesus.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is OM  and  haven haha... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31852280-3869093110573337117?l=musicalofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3869093110573337117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31852280&amp;postID=3869093110573337117' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/3869093110573337117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/3869093110573337117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-pic-day-class-56.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy Ethan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540678649345628814</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieXiv6q3gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PHqRskjzsQE/s72-c/5.7+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31852280.post-2886125527554398043</id><published>2007-04-19T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:08:44.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieTdv6q3bI/AAAAAAAAABM/CDfMU4SOk6s/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieTdv6q3bI/AAAAAAAAABM/CDfMU4SOk6s/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055171246034705842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieTeP6q3cI/AAAAAAAAABU/fyBTlwcUxUY/s1600-h/OM+2006+world+finals+2006+pics+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieTeP6q3cI/AAAAAAAAABU/fyBTlwcUxUY/s320/OM+2006+world+finals+2006+pics+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055171254624640450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieTev6q3dI/AAAAAAAAABc/GfJQvPchDMs/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieTev6q3dI/AAAAAAAAABc/GfJQvPchDMs/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055171263214575058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieTfP6q3eI/AAAAAAAAABk/Eu8IY9J2jys/s1600-h/100-0026_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieSGf6q3XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0mkfJsnEQkg/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055169747091119474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieSHv6q3YI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9zqegBwakww/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieSHv6q3YI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9zqegBwakww/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055169768565955970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieSIP6q3ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bxkz7pX1q1E/s1600-h/Image%28042%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieSIP6q3ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bxkz7pX1q1E/s320/Image%28042%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055169777155890578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieSIf6q3aI/AAAAAAAAABE/Tz6EU7iXj1k/s1600-h/DSCF0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieSIf6q3aI/AAAAAAAAABE/Tz6EU7iXj1k/s320/DSCF0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055169781450857890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;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;ok people. haha, today is nostalgia and random pic day... so heres goes... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;This strange compelling feeling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engulfs me all over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I feel this way?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An irregulation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so chaotic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take this anymore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive heard it all before...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;                                        nite world. :DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31852280-2886125527554398043?l=musicalofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2886125527554398043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31852280&amp;postID=2886125527554398043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/2886125527554398043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/2886125527554398043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy Ethan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540678649345628814</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RieTdv6q3bI/AAAAAAAAABM/CDfMU4SOk6s/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31852280.post-3164823738896720432</id><published>2007-04-18T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:34:39.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RiY9zJOZJvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9aYfgW4A5VU/s1600-h/100-0014_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RiY9zJOZJvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9aYfgW4A5VU/s320/100-0014_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054795580628870898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RiY9zZOZJwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MsoiCIf2dG8/s1600-h/423627237_7157c45521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RiY9zZOZJwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MsoiCIf2dG8/s320/423627237_7157c45521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054795584923838210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borat says, 'wah wah wee wah!' today has been an amazingly amazing day.&lt;br /&gt;i come out of maths class&lt;br /&gt;i hear screams downstairs and i go check it out&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG...&lt;br /&gt;yes they are! the year 5s are really going US of A... michigan to be precise&lt;br /&gt;haha! hugging them and feeling their joy was just so great&lt;br /&gt;made me smile like a blinking idiot even till now as i am blogging...&lt;br /&gt;school was normal...ly dull then went all the way to timbuktu aka woodlands&lt;br /&gt;to innova jc for some weird history seminar&lt;br /&gt;which i stoned out and spent 3 hours straight either talking crap with hairin and tina&lt;br /&gt;or writing and scribblings random lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;and yunyi has finally sent me pics from her birthday bash at ps cafe!&lt;br /&gt;haha, talk about lag...&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, today has been such a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;finding out my bother is going usa and the year 5s too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jlow tells me if given the chance i should not go USA&lt;br /&gt;i should study.&lt;br /&gt;part of me says duh yeah! u are a freaking year 6.&lt;br /&gt;but the OMer in me, the illogical said of me says that&lt;br /&gt;STUPID! ITS THE FRICKING WORLD FINALS...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, ill just wait and see how, dont even know if i am going&lt;br /&gt;haha, i should reax, as reminded by hadi&lt;br /&gt;umpteen times tonight.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at my om pics... i dont know if these omers have any idea how much they mean to me..&lt;br /&gt;haha, love them. coll.dhanesh.jlow.jin.jem.yeang. rayan. ziggy cao... and now. gid.paul.hadi. too&lt;br /&gt;gosh peace out... im kinda bushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT A MAD ASS DAY TODAY WAS! OH JOY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31852280-3164823738896720432?l=musicalofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3164823738896720432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31852280&amp;postID=3164823738896720432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/3164823738896720432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/3164823738896720432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/borat-says-wah-wah-wee-wah-today-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy Ethan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540678649345628814</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RiY9zJOZJvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9aYfgW4A5VU/s72-c/100-0014_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31852280.post-7674524766766538357</id><published>2007-04-16T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T03:01:53.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMERs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RiSbBvQZoxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gO9CPiWEpKU/s1600-h/100-0044_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RiSbBvQZoxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gO9CPiWEpKU/s320/100-0044_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054335135983969042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first things first, how about im freaking irritated by the fact that blogger doesnt have my favourite sexy font - century gothic.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAH.i cant believe it , yay for year 5s&lt;br /&gt;how bout thats like damn good, and totally made my day.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt bear to watch my good friends suffer when they dont freaking deserve the shit they had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget the moment i heard they got second and the following events that passed.&lt;br /&gt;its all good. after all, my younger brothers team need some people to look up to and who better than the sex dream team personified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cao jlow jin jem yeang chups ...&lt;br /&gt;you know how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;to rayan collin dhanesh, it has been really great having u guys around for om once again this year as i know it our last year in school&lt;br /&gt;and to sec ones, you guys proved that om is for anyone no matter how young and immature one is.&lt;br /&gt;haha. u guys got 190!!! still cant believe it. and last but definitely not least,&lt;br /&gt;ranjee and joseph. my om parents. r&lt;br /&gt;eally you guys rock my world, nice been with me in om since sec 2, im damn old! haha, i dont know how to thank you guys properly really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it hit me how lucky i am to be part of this family.&lt;br /&gt;om family. i mean, we have gone through shit and other things that no one else will understand and maybe even fathom. so to all u omers, u know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;i lubchoo deep deep long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dedicate this song to everyone i love and all those who especially made an impact on me this year, you know who you are... enjoy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;*I wanna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Last time we talked Mr Smith you reduced me to tears&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that won't happen again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I attract you?&lt;br /&gt;Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too flirty?&lt;br /&gt;Do I like what you like?&lt;br /&gt;I could be wholesome&lt;br /&gt;I could be loathsome&lt;br /&gt;I guess Im a little bit shy&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me without making me try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly(ohh)&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad(ohh)&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie(mmmm)&lt;br /&gt;I've gone identity mad!(hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet like sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*geting angry doesn't solve anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help what you think?&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Putting my life on the brink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I bend over?&lt;br /&gt;Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly(ohh)&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad(ohh)&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie(mmmm)&lt;br /&gt;I've gone identity mad!(hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to satisfy yourself hey!&lt;br /&gt;But you only want what everybody else says you should want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet like sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet like sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Humphrey, we're leaving&lt;br /&gt;KERCHING*&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31852280-7674524766766538357?l=musicalofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/7674524766766538357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/7674524766766538357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/omers.html' title='OMERs...'/><author><name>Timothy Ethan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540678649345628814</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhmt9lu0pTc/RiSbBvQZoxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gO9CPiWEpKU/s72-c/100-0044_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31852280.post-859321812899314314</id><published>2007-02-12T00:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T04:04:21.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up...</title><content type='html'>FRI.SAT.SUN.day&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dislike sore throats.&lt;br /&gt;i detest fevers even more.&lt;br /&gt;i have both.&lt;br /&gt;double whammy.&lt;br /&gt;ding..ding...ding.... you got a prize -.-&lt;br /&gt;one day off school to suffer at home and possibly recuperate. knowing ib. the second point as as impossible as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch cooking shows and channel 5 and dream of being in a fine dining restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;hey! i could be a food taster when i grow up... but at the rate i eat, and not to forget mr metabolism is my enemy, ill give moses lim a run for his money...&lt;br /&gt;econs and history&lt;br /&gt;history and econs&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HL... whee. how do i balance them out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and time passes so fast. hey! im not having fun, im studying for tests. ...dosnt that mean the old saying has been disproven by me? yay me... :P&lt;br /&gt;what can i say about sunday... woke up at ungodly hour to go church with parents just cause they wanna play golf.&lt;br /&gt;ooh, and dance.. dandy's choreography today was realy something.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed it thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;innovative, engaging and fun, surprisingly i could keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY...&lt;br /&gt;monday school blues. hitting me big time bad. prefects investiture. happy for henry and josh renee. never saw them to ever be there. goes to show life is super unxpected. wish i had a potion to predict it... &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Econs test... finish employment measures, inflation whole chapter, revise one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-History test... everything except opium war and anglo french and unequal treaties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-physics practical. wait for emails and results from maine row and tina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-siddhartha essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-prose essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mentally prepare for unseen english test tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-card for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;tina's bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-order flowers for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dont think thats all but tired la. u get the gist. it alot.&lt;br /&gt;at times like these. being calculative is not gd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gonna nap now and not sleep till tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;thanks yy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for making our class look so china&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day ( found on agape week valentines notice board )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love zhou jie lun ( jay chou )... zel. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31852280-859321812899314314?l=musicalofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/859321812899314314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31852280&amp;postID=859321812899314314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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watching a sex scene and didnt even know it until ms thiru told me&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;sze mins so nice. i think i irritate people&lt;br /&gt;im an irritant.&lt;br /&gt;why do people even bother with me?&lt;br /&gt;hope hadi can confirm about phantom soon.&lt;br /&gt;still cant change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;maybe if im gone or never was.&lt;br /&gt;the world would be better/&lt;br /&gt;u bet it would be.&lt;br /&gt;i do&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;this song is kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Sometimes I get emotional&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do some stupid things&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I say&lt;br /&gt;What I should just keep inside&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;'Bout everything&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm mad&lt;br /&gt;And break some things&lt;br /&gt;Sorry times ten&lt;br /&gt;But you just got in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up now running away&lt;br /&gt;I won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm just a pain&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;Laying down and dying&lt;br /&gt;That's when I need you&lt;br /&gt;Laughing's always easy&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I'm just scared&lt;br /&gt;You'll leave me&lt;br /&gt;That's when I feel&lt;br /&gt;Emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm just impossible&lt;br /&gt;Totally unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl get used to it&lt;br /&gt;No big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me&lt;br /&gt;Why would you try&lt;br /&gt;I'm no angel&lt;br /&gt;But I can make you smile&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;Laying down and dying&lt;br /&gt;That's when I need you&lt;br /&gt;Laughing's always easy&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I’m just scared&lt;br /&gt;You'll leave me&lt;br /&gt;That's when I feel&lt;br /&gt;Emotional &lt;/pre&gt;have yet to decide what song to get for mom and when to order flowers.&lt;br /&gt;hist test on v day. screwed.&lt;br /&gt;not to forget econs test day before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31852280-865992714654392852?l=musicalofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/865992714654392852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31852280&amp;postID=865992714654392852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/865992714654392852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/865992714654392852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday.html' title='thursday'/><author><name>Timothy Ethan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540678649345628814</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-31852280.post-2203108818812467977</id><published>2007-02-06T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T06:42:30.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmhmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok, so i have been studying econs all night. its been pretty depressing. its quite alot of stuff and economics is not exactly my forte. sigh. its one of those nights. I wish i could tell myself i was emoing, that this was just another phase of me being my usual random self, but i can't. Its like, i am really wishing rite now theres a switch i can just push or flick or turn to make me happy. like lighten up. ok parents just got home. hmmm. why, is there this freaking like uneasiness about me i just can't get rid of. Everyday it gets harder to wake up. to just go through one more day. i could blame it on stress on work. but honestly? i know its not. I know what its not, but i don't know what it is. and thats freaking screwed up. gosh. i still remember that day i dreamt of me like conking out in a coma and dying. it felt good. shit now im morbid. i don't know why. disgusting. ok erase that thought. i don;t get along with my family that well, i don;t have any close friends. Those i think im close to don't rely give a rats ass about me and im escaping. i really am. ive been locking myself in my room singing and recording and looking forward to dance more and more. happy tim. gone. social life. gone. looking forward to friends in school. gone. whats left? me. and well, me is sick and tired and wants a change so freaking badly. i used to think i was a people's person but now, i realised. i suck. big time. sometimes i get so tired of like being the joking chirpy guy in school cos sometimes its acting and when u act for really long, it gets so tiring. and thats when i die. life is reaching a numbing point of being robotic. And it hurts, so bad. you know its like u wanna shout and break down but you don't freaking care and bother because you know that no matter what you do, somehow, this...thing...this...irksome unhappiness can't exactly go away. in fact, maybe, just i should quit school go like some distant land and start life anew under another name. nope. that won't help either. The awkward looks, the side glances of disrespect, looking down on me. a familiar feeling i feel everywhere i go in life. People talking about me and how screwed up i am. im so sure it goes on everywhere. like why was i even here  in the first place. i have yet to make a significant contribution to this society. im just me. thinking maybe, too much. hmmm. i just realised ive been just ranting for quite a while now. wth. see? i just wasted my time again typing shit. people will read this and say, whats wrong with tim. dont wonder, everythings wrong. now now i answered ur questions already right? if theres only one freaking im sure of in life rite now... theres only one place ill feel proud of me. throw me on a stage. ask me to perform. that should be great fun. its late. i am so glad i have this private little space here. no one cares about who i am and i can just stay me. and i know i can say what i want without being  judged or looked down upon. but of course, it i was ill be fine. used to it by now. so long world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31852280-2203108818812467977?l=musicalofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2203108818812467977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31852280&amp;postID=2203108818812467977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/2203108818812467977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/2203108818812467977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/mmmhmm.html' title='mmmhmm.'/><author><name>Timothy Ethan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540678649345628814</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-31852280.post-3811880155930745616</id><published>2007-02-06T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T03:07:32.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>events. events.</title><content type='html'>Its like, there are things coming my way. Hmm... Hans' birthday, valentine's day, mom' birthday, chinese new year. Chronological order. Hehs. Got Hans a present. But rest have yet to be solved. haha. Nt that they are regarded as problems, you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really glad TOK oral presentation is finally over too. Gosh, Milton we did it. can't believe we pulled it off what with last minute work and all that. And thanks to Beth and Bee teck, had to sing for my presentation last week. haha... fly me to the moon... once again. Its so, cool, cos like i sang that for both haven auditions and wildrice auditions too. woah, do i have here my first trademark song?  right tim. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished lit presentation. gotta catch upon history and physics. Study for econs test. can life get any busier? i guess maybe yeah. Good i guess. as long as i forget and get over her. i mean, it so surreal. Our last meal and like. next thing i know shes gone... forever? i really don't know. And as much as i would like to meet her again, deep down something tells me that we won't. and thats majorly sucky. Big time. sigh. I miss her. i guess. she did care, she had her reasons. but didn't she think about my reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats done is done. no use mulling over it rite? sigh. gotta rmber to pass jeremy his maths cd. i keep forgetting! whoever reads this? remind me... im kinda tired. will blog here another time. Before i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gideon please return me my frickin' OM jacket? Jokes over ok? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31852280-3811880155930745616?l=musicalofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3811880155930745616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31852280&amp;postID=3811880155930745616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/3811880155930745616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/3811880155930745616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/02/events-events.html' title='events. events.'/><author><name>Timothy Ethan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540678649345628814</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-31852280.post-7490610669581491048</id><published>2007-01-28T07:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:33:37.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sometimes i wonder what      lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;   How long til my hunger is fed&lt;br /&gt;   They say it's hard to make it in this part of town&lt;br /&gt;   so many people on this merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Some folks try astrology&lt;br /&gt;   Some turn to crystal balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To find an answer&lt;br /&gt;   To get through it all&lt;br /&gt;   I just fall on my knees and i try to pray&lt;br /&gt;   in the silence i can hear Him say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The river runs and the      river hides&lt;br /&gt;   Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;br /&gt;   I promise you, the answer will come&lt;br /&gt;   Hold on to patience and watch for the sign&lt;br /&gt;   Everything in its time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I often feel like that      i'm two steps behind&lt;br /&gt;   Somebody must have moved that finish line&lt;br /&gt;   There are a thousand reasons&lt;br /&gt;   why i should give up&lt;br /&gt;   But i'm stubborn in the things i believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The river runs and the      river hides&lt;br /&gt;   Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;br /&gt;   I promise you, the answer will come&lt;br /&gt;   Hold on to the patience and watch for the sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;'cause maybe there's another      plan&lt;br /&gt;   One i still cant see&lt;br /&gt;   A little surprise, like your love in your life&lt;br /&gt;   Funny how time changes how we see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The river runs and the      river hides&lt;br /&gt;   Out to the ocean and under the sky&lt;br /&gt;   I promise you, the answer will come&lt;br /&gt;   Hold on to the patience and watch for the sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Everything in its time&lt;br /&gt;   Everything in its time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yep. i guess so. everything in its time... thanks Corrine May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31852280-7490610669581491048?l=musicalofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7490610669581491048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31852280&amp;postID=7490610669581491048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/7490610669581491048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/7490610669581491048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-i-wonder-what-lies-ahead-how_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy Ethan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540678649345628814</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-31852280.post-1147966468767388116</id><published>2007-01-28T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:28:34.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not my crystal ball. at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;here i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why? i honestly am not sure. its just that, nowadays, with so much going on around me, i feel so, small. like theres no one to talk to. no one to turn to. Theres so many things i wanna do, so many things that i wish to do... but i feel so, incapable, like i am so useless, always looked down upon. maybe it is just me you know that. maybe it is. i just, don't want to lose people that i love, people that i trust. i mean, in everything i do, i just think of how people react to it. is that wrong? you know, today one of my juniors told me that i have low self esteem. do i? it really hit me in the face. i mean, i am someone who reads people alot, sometimes too much, and by reacting, people see me as emo, as going overboard. i don't know man. i just live my life, and like, people react. i try what i can, hoping and aiming, but really, people get it so easy. you know, i wanna sing for a band, not a rock band, but a band of people i can work with, and trust, and enjoy music together with. i wanna sing for chapel. i wanna be there for my junior om team. i wanna, for the first time in a long time, truly fit in my class. i want... my life to be on track. you know, right now, im just living for school, and thats sad. its the little things i really appreciate. Like going down to help my juniors, i love them. they are just such a great bunch of people, they truly are blessings. i guess i have been blessed. With people like collin dhanesh rayan, my other omers, though they love insulting and laughing at me, and like beth, hadi. these people are really and truly people i love spending time with, they are blessings, i feel so, with all my heart. I guess sometimes, i give off myself, too readily, you know, and people take it the wrong way. really. sigh. i am trying so so hard, to be happy, to be loving my life right now, and i am not. i feel pain and sadness. i feel unsuccessful. i feel, like an work of hurried badly done art thrown onto this world of perfection and struggling to fit in, as impossible as it seems. as collin says ' im not needed, i won't be of any help'. hehs. reassuring man. i want to be like a happy person again. i am forgetting what its like to be. i want to know and experience that once again. i truly do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.i dont practice santeria, i ain't got no crystal ball. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31852280-1147966468767388116?l=musicalofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1147966468767388116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31852280&amp;postID=1147966468767388116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/1147966468767388116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31852280/posts/default/1147966468767388116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicalofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-my-crystal-ball-at-all.html' title='not my crystal ball. at all'/><author><name>Timothy Ethan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12540678649345628814</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>
