<?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-11955382</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:32:59.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity Of My Complications</title><subtitle type='html'>Blood-stained Bullets Missed My Head... Yet Entered My Life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-1020453409330240744</id><published>2009-03-06T08:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:18:41.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologise For Shouting</title><content type='html'>did not mean it
feel so tired really
truly sorry
will be your robot from now

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Acceptance - Different
.. lyrics below.

Tell myself, on the ride home.
Getting tired, hating all I've known.
Holding on, like it's all I have.
Count me out, when it's clear that I, find it hard to say.
And you, find it hard to care.

I wanted to see something that's different, something you said would change in me.
Wanted to be, anything different, everything you would change in me.

Got this way, upfront but never true.
God I'm wrong, it's just the way I am.
Crashing down, any chance you hear.
Caving in, any chance that you, could see inside of me.
And I, I'll know what to say, It's fine.
This isn't Hollywood.
So fine, getting in your way.

I wanted to see something that's different, something you said would change in me.
Wanted to be, anything different, everything you would change in me.

I'm taking a chance, this could be different.
This could be all I'm waiting for.
Taking a chance, this could be different.
This could be all I'm waiting for.

I wanted to see something that's different, something you said would change in me.
Wanted to be, anything different, everything you would change in me.

Something that's different (something that's different)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-1020453409330240744?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1020453409330240744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=1020453409330240744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/1020453409330240744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/1020453409330240744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2009/03/apologise-for-shouting.html' title='Apologise For Shouting'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-3883259361968607428</id><published>2009-02-15T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:58:15.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullets From Aftermath</title><content type='html'>principals of management must be adaptive
checked spelling please
drafts saved never to be updated
sent out today
thank you for now
diploma blues with communication skills
microeconomics a way of life
near the front of the harbour
and we watch love dined
then classes after that burger
by the place of her

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Linkin Park - Valentine's Day
.. lyrics below.

My insides all turned to ash, so slow
And blew away as I collapsed, so cold
A black wind took them away, from sight
And now the darkness over day, that night

And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
I used to be my own protection, but not now
Cause my path has lost direction, somehow
A black wind took you away, from sight
And now the darkness over day, that night

And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
And the ground below grew colder
As they put you down inside
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

So now you're gone, and I was wrong
I never knew what it was like, to be alone

On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(I used to be my own protection, but not now)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(I used to be my own protection, but not now)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-3883259361968607428?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3883259361968607428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=3883259361968607428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3883259361968607428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3883259361968607428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2009/02/bullets-from-aftermath.html' title='Bullets From Aftermath'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-3804505069132171509</id><published>2008-05-27T00:09:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:21:50.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing One Two Eleven Twelve</title><content type='html'>ok people&lt;br /&gt;guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new laptop skin&lt;br /&gt;pizza lucky plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if he would tell&lt;br /&gt;what the hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy eleventh&lt;br /&gt;plus a year&lt;br /&gt;additional two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:none; cursor:none;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcdTE25vXqM/SDrnrp0SqvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qmHLJHteaDY/s200/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204727056525601522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace love&lt;br /&gt;techno yes no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UoZuKiXuL4M&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UoZuKiXuL4M&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz - I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it &lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but your so hot that i melted &lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks, and i'm tryin to get back &lt;br /&gt;before the cool done run out i'll be givin it my best test &lt;br /&gt;and nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention &lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, &lt;br /&gt;no more, it cannot wait i'm yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me &lt;br /&gt;open up your plans and damn you're free &lt;br /&gt;look into your heart and you'll find love love love &lt;br /&gt;listen to the music at the moment maybe sing with me &lt;br /&gt;Ah, la peaceful melody &lt;br /&gt;It's your god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved Loved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i won't hesitate no more, &lt;br /&gt;no more, it cannot wait i'm sure &lt;br /&gt;there's no need to complicate our time is short &lt;br /&gt;this is our fate, i'm yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scat* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror &lt;br /&gt;and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer &lt;br /&gt;my breath fogged up the glass &lt;br /&gt;and so I drew a new face and laughed &lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm a sayin'is there ain't no better reason &lt;br /&gt;to rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons &lt;br /&gt;it's what we aim to do &lt;br /&gt;our name is our virtue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more &lt;br /&gt;it cannot wait, i'm sure &lt;br /&gt;(there's no need to complicate &lt;br /&gt;our time is short &lt;br /&gt;it cannot wait, i'm yours 2x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no please don't complicate, our time is short &lt;br /&gt;this is our fate, im yours. &lt;br /&gt;no please don't hesitate no more, no more &lt;br /&gt;it cannot wait, the sky is yours!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well open up your mind and see like me &lt;br /&gt;open up your plans and damn you're free &lt;br /&gt;look into your heart and you'll find love love love love &lt;br /&gt;listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me &lt;br /&gt;ah, la one big family &lt;br /&gt;it's your god forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved &lt;br /&gt;open up your mind and see like me &lt;br /&gt;open up your plans and damn you're free &lt;br /&gt;look into your heart and you'll find love love love love &lt;br /&gt;listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me &lt;br /&gt;ah, la happy family &lt;br /&gt;it's our god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved &lt;br /&gt;listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me &lt;br /&gt;ah, la peaceful melodies &lt;br /&gt;it's you god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-3804505069132171509?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3804505069132171509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=3804505069132171509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3804505069132171509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3804505069132171509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2008/05/testing-one-two-eleven-twelve.html' title='Testing One Two Eleven Twelve'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcdTE25vXqM/SDrnrp0SqvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qmHLJHteaDY/s72-c/DSC00440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-4982332095696867765</id><published>2008-04-28T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:12:49.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intake Eleven Bee Hive</title><content type='html'>hello guess what
paid by myself for this part
tonight first day

temasek polytechnic
foundation programme
every mondays and tuesdays
until october
these six freaking months
seven to ten

28/04/08 diagnostic test
29/04/08 arithmetic - real numbers

05/05/08 grammar 1
06/05/08 ratio, percentage and proportion

12/05/08 grammar 2
13/05/08 approximations and standard form

23/05/08 paragraphing 1
20/05/08 arithmetic problems

26/05/08 paragraphing 2
27/05/08 arithmetic problems

02/06/08 composing process 1
03/06/08 simple financial transactions

09/06/08 composing process 2
10/06/08 area and volume

16/06/08 reading comprehension skills 1
17/06/08 area and volume

23/06/08 reading comprehension skills 2
24/06/08 algebraic expressions and algebraic fractions

30/06/08 note - taking 1
01/07/08 algebraic expressions and algebraic fractions

07/07/08 note - taking 2
08/07/08 linear equations

14/07/08 research skills 1
15/07/08 transformation of formulae

21/07/08 revision week
22/07/08 revision week

28/07/08 assessment test 1
29/07/08 assessment test 1

04/08/08 research skills 2
05/08/08 gradients and straight lines 1

11/08/08 research skills 3
12/08/08 gradients and straight lines 2

18/08/08 presentation skills 1
19/08/08 statistics 1

25/08/08 presentation skills 2
26/08/08 statistics 2

01/09/08 presentation skills 3
02/09/08 statistics 3

08/09/08 revision week
09/09/08 revision week

15/09/08 assessment test 2
16/09/08 assessment test 2

22/09/08 feedback and consultation week
23/09/08 feedback and consultation week

29/09/08 study week

06/10/08 examination

what the hell
like back to secondary school
the teacher looks young
with triple children
aged three two one
one credential examples as
a lecturer from national university of singapore
communications with craps
who cares really
laughs out loud

zero questions by the many adults in class
some were lost
others found the room early
typical singaporeans

today close passage questions was given
about vegetarians diet verses omnivores
unprepared unrehearsed unrevised
have to admit quite hard
does anybody at first glance
knows the meaning of the words
incidence or nutrition

by twenty two this year
one of the youngest in class
and he only got
a simple before for english levels

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Me First And The Gimme Gimmes - Somewhere Over The Rainbow
.. lyrics below.

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up when the clouds are far
Behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little blue birds fly across the rainbow
Why oh why can't me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-4982332095696867765?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4982332095696867765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=4982332095696867765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/4982332095696867765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/4982332095696867765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2008/04/intake-eleven-bee-hive.html' title='Intake Eleven Bee Hive'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-2317195796551357718</id><published>2008-04-09T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:36:09.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>License To Fly In The Ocean</title><content type='html'>never in my whole life
actually documented any notes
many scraps of books
print out to paste copy
files with tiles of stress
for the past from last july
until today finally made it

steersman course
theory pass yesterday
oral plus today
equal passed
not past
since
thirty first march two zero zero eight
on a monday

he is officially licensed to drive a police vessel

what is lookout
what is safe speed
what is risk of collision

how do you navigate through a narrow channel
how do you navigate through the traffic separation scheme

what are the lights you see
what are the sounds you hear

the number of international flags
the various actions to emergencies
the height restrictions
the port limits
the picture cards being shown
the two toy boats being seen
plus many more hit and ruins

the skies looked brighter
the air smelt fresher
the ground feels smooth now

the end

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Dolores O'Riordan - Ordinary Day
.. lyrics below.

This is just an ordinary day
Wipe the insecurities away
I can see that the darkness will erode
Looking out the corner of my eye
I can see that the sunshine will explode
Far across the desert in the sky

Beautiful girl
Won't you be my inspiration?
Beautiful girl
Don't you throw your love around
What in the world, what in the world
Could ever come between us?
Beautiful girl, beautiful girl
I'll never let you down
Won't let you down

This is the beginning of your day
Life is more intricate than it seems
Always be yourself along the way
Living through the spirit of your dreams

Beautiful girl
Won't you be my inspiration?
Beautiful girl
Don't you throw your love around
What in the world, what in the world
Could ever come between us?
Beautiful girl, beautiful girl
I'll never let you down
Won't let you down
Down, down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-2317195796551357718?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2317195796551357718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=2317195796551357718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/2317195796551357718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/2317195796551357718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2008/04/license-to-fly.html' title='License To Fly In The Ocean'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-1372157683672195566</id><published>2008-03-24T08:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:45:02.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mad Dash Of The Old</title><content type='html'>yesterday spent walking in china
date to find her elusive butterfly belt
instead made quite a few stops along
second handed stuff amazed
initial quoted price was ninety dollars
really cheated the old auntie
got this for seventy five dollars
no accessories

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release date september nineteen ninety three
thirty five to eighty millimeters zoom lens
manual have automatic
uses film with built flash

cool for those budget consious
why not digital because
special attention required
not everything can just be deleted away

dream come true
laughs out loud

the generous lady treated
long john silver include cheese fries
amazing random repercussions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-1372157683672195566?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1372157683672195566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=1372157683672195566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/1372157683672195566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/1372157683672195566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2008/03/mad-dash-of-old.html' title='A Mad Dash Of The Old'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-5141989304936592218</id><published>2008-03-10T13:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:00:23.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A High Five Days Ago</title><content type='html'>she went to vietnam already
for youth enrichment programme
taking care of intellectually disabled kids
each single day missed badly
listening to squeaky voice from the phone
usual daily quiet stuff from yourself
somehow or rather it is quite silent here

sorry for ever making a hard time
when you are at past around
for being not understandable
turning and reapeating your words back
teasing just for a fun debate really
by the way a day ago got some jeans
eighty percent off cut
do smile more for lady style
welcome home gift for the suffering

anxiously waiting for ten days later
come home soon do take care there
it gets a little bit lonely
maybe teary in sunny singapore
daily favourite chewable ears
perfumed smell from lazy bathing
his soul and cherished confidante
juliana bte johari

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Hedley - For The Nights I Can't Remember
.. lyrics below.

I see it in the way you would do
When no one else could ever get through
Holding back till I come around
 and Time again you wait for me to come in
And did you really look my way?
Cuz no one coulda seen this coming
I would never let you down
If I was running backwards in full time

So I can and I will and you'll see your hero come running
Over and over tonight

And I do wanna love you
If you see me running back
And I do wanna try
Because if falling for you girl is crazy
Then I'm going out of my mind
So hold back your tears this time

Me, I'm used to being tired and bloody
But you believed that I could be somebody
You put your world on hold for me
Gave away to follow failure through the fire
I need you to know I will
Believe me girl I'm so tired of running
I just wanna hold your hand
Stare at you like you've got everything I need

And I can so I will and you'll see your hero come running
Over and over tonight

And I do wanna love you
If you see me running back
And I do wanna try
Because if falling for you girl is crazy
Then I'm going out of my mind
So hold back your tears this time

And what if I never said to you I was dynamite
And what if I never told you I'm afraid to cry
What if I never let you down
And said I'm sorry for the nights I can't remember
What if I never said to you I would try

Yeah Yeah Yeaahh

And I do wanna love you
(If you see me running back)
And I do wanna try
Because if falling for you girl is crazy
Then I'm going out of my mind
So hold back your tears this time

Hold back your tears this time

Ooooh Ooooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-5141989304936592218?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5141989304936592218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=5141989304936592218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/5141989304936592218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/5141989304936592218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2008/03/high-five-days-ago.html' title='A High Five Days Ago'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-15556811858933481</id><published>2008-02-29T14:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:21:50.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Rodeo Today And Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>two words&lt;br /&gt;grown worse&lt;br /&gt;plain lazy&lt;br /&gt;surprise me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcdTE25vXqM/R8exHTs6_7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4MGxnh0fncs/s1600-h/simg_t_os45328792e88c80e376b4cf5820528aa4ea326c8jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcdTE25vXqM/R8exHTs6_7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4MGxnh0fncs/s320/simg_t_os45328792e88c80e376b4cf5820528aa4ea326c8jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172297436164194226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promotion : MaxOnline Express Feb eShop Promotion&lt;br /&gt;Sony DCR-DVD808E Handycam&lt;br /&gt;MaxOnline Promotion Contract and Early Termination Charge&lt;br /&gt;24 month(s) contract&lt;br /&gt;$1,070.00 w/GST early termination charge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-15556811858933481?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/15556811858933481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=15556811858933481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/15556811858933481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/15556811858933481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2008/02/video-rodeo-today-and-tomorrow.html' title='Video Rodeo Today And Tomorrow'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcdTE25vXqM/R8exHTs6_7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4MGxnh0fncs/s72-c/simg_t_os45328792e88c80e376b4cf5820528aa4ea326c8jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-935602019950362399</id><published>2008-01-29T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:21:58.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments Of Broken Substitutes</title><content type='html'>sad to say
his mentor gave up on him
whose curiosity got the kick in the ass
the basic knowledge was poor
fast questions with slow answers
just cannot be bothered
some logistics job was handed down
nobody truly listens
why is such a hateful one word
how was such a stupid three letters
she work part of her time today
money really plays a part
he could not even raise his anger
when all just need a listening ear
hourly calls only but never even tried to message
such simple actions so troublesome
please just give up on me
world peace is needed
care bear stare

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Chiodos - Intensity In Ten Cities
.. lyrics below.

I'm not the one that you want, I'll only let you down.
And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.
And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for my...'

I think it's every time I walk into a room
a silence so sudden that I seem to hear it
(Smiles turn to frowns)
Contact saying that you are the rain on their parade.

And how long could you hang on to a word?
Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word?

I'm not the one that you want, I'll only let you down.
And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.
And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for myself'

Or maybe it's all eyes on him
in love with ego and intention
the eyes that are just begging me for more.
This is gone and I can see it
your head is full of words,
full of words that don't mean anything.

And how long could you hang on to a word?
Tell me, how long could you hang on to a word?

I'm not the one that you want, I'll always let you down.
And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.
And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for myself'

I'm not the one that you want, I'll always let you down.
And I'm pretty sure that you've caught on.
And you can say that 'Oh, I'm just feeling sorry for myself'
If that's how you feel, then what's there to do?
I'll keep this feeling in my heart
but when you look in my eyes, you will know the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-935602019950362399?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/935602019950362399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=935602019950362399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/935602019950362399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/935602019950362399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2008/01/moments-of-broken-substitutes.html' title='Moments Of Broken Substitutes'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-7701170502785780858</id><published>2008-01-12T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:45:02.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eight Ball Keeps Rolling</title><content type='html'>in the beginning
we all change someday
some expect more then others
a little kind patience is needed
when honest anger is released
truly expected to be pacified
instead observed equal treatment
please shut up and listen
a hungry man is angry
dont't feed him with understanding reasons
such as this or that
bring a sweet and give him a pat
who really cares anyway to listen
to some feeling being bottled up
free hugs will do nicely
the more you sleep
the further we will be
the end eventually

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Until June - Sleepless
.. lyrics below

Oehhh-oehhhh-ooehhh 

Oh, when you were young 
Did you ever love someone 
So much you couldn’t bare the thought of losing them 
Well I remember the sleepless nights 
When I’d lie awake 
If only I could tell you how I feel 

Oehhh-oehhhh-ooehhh 
Sleepless at night 
Oehhh-oehhhh-ooehhh 
Well I remember the sleeplessnights 
Oehhhh-oehhh-ooehhh 
Sleepless at night 

Well I would walk around the earth 
To have another chance with you 
Spend the evening, paining thoughts of all you do 
Well I remember the sleeplesnights 
When I’d lie awake 
If only I could tell you how I feel 

Oehhh-oehhhh-ooehhh 
Sleepless at night 
Oehhh-oehhhh-ooehhh 
Well I remember the sleeplessnights 
Oehhhh-oehhh-ooehhh 
Sleepless at night 

Sleepless at niiight 
Have you ever loved someone? 
Hard to fiiind 
Have you ever loved someone? 
Could you ever love someone? 

Ohnoooo 

Oehhh-oehhhh-ooehhh 

Well I remember the sleeplesnights 
When I’d lie awake 
Fix me I’m on my own 
Well I remember the sleeplesnights 
When I’d lie awake 
Fix me I’m on my own 
Well I remember the sleeplesnights 
When I’d lie awake 
Fix me I’m on my own 
Well I remember the sleeplesnights 
When I’d lie awake 
If only I could tell you how I feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-7701170502785780858?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7701170502785780858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=7701170502785780858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/7701170502785780858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/7701170502785780858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2008/01/eight-ball-keeps-rolling.html' title='The Eight Ball Keeps Rolling'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-7748546537846620195</id><published>2007-11-01T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:21:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh The Last Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcdTE25vXqM/RylizsYT6eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C53990vzoVw/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127738290963999202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a picture of sunset&lt;br /&gt;first time felt this calm&lt;br /&gt;on board a vessel&lt;br /&gt;guess dreams do really come true&lt;br /&gt;when work being put aside&lt;br /&gt;well smile already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-7748546537846620195?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7748546537846620195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=7748546537846620195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/7748546537846620195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/7748546537846620195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/11/laugh-last-breathe.html' title='Laugh The Last Breathe'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EcdTE25vXqM/RylizsYT6eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C53990vzoVw/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-3778997878338413796</id><published>2007-10-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:23:43.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Factorial Reasons Being</title><content type='html'>huge flaws with big imperfections
but what sets instead
was someone who cared
to patiently stay for the moment
worldly goodbye myself then
forever from now onwards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-3778997878338413796?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3778997878338413796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=3778997878338413796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3778997878338413796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3778997878338413796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/10/factorial-reasons-being.html' title='Factorial Reasons Being'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-3449868879390424129</id><published>2007-10-20T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:49:53.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Feelings Due To Many Fast Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rj8Lpl6qCbU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rj8Lpl6qCbU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;

Mandy Moore - Umbrella
.. slowly below.

You had my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines
But you'll still be my star
Baby cause in the Dark
You can see shiny Cars
That's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because... 

When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Told you we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella eh eh)

These fancy things, 
Will never come in between
You're my entity
Here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard
Together we'll mend your heart
Because... 

When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Told you we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella

You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella

You can run into my Arms
That's okay don't be alarmed
(Come into Me)
(There's no distance in between our love)
Gonna let the rain pour
I'll be all you need and more ooohh
Because... 

When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath
I'mma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Told you we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)

It's raining
Ooo baby it's raining (raining)
Baby come into me
Come into me
It's raining
Ooo baby it's raining
Come into me
Come into me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-3449868879390424129?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3449868879390424129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=3449868879390424129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3449868879390424129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3449868879390424129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-feelings-due-to-many-fast-kisses.html' title='No Feelings Due To Many Fast Kisses'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-1479504727068722474</id><published>2007-10-16T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:28:51.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Festive Leaves Gets Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vK5yn0HOxU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vK5yn0HOxU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;

Black Lab - This Night
.. composed below.

There are things I have done.
There’s a place I have gone.
There’s a beast and I let it run now it’s running my way.
There are things I regret that you can’t forgive you can’t forget.
There’s a gift that you sent you sent it my way.
So take this night and wrap it around me like a sheet.
I know I’m not forgiven but I need a place to sleep.
So take this night and lay me down on the street.
I know I’m not forgiven but I hope that I’ll be given some peace.
There’s a game that I played.
There are rules I had to break.
There’s mistakes that I made but I made them my way.
So take this night and wrap it around me like a sheet.
I know I’m not forgiven but I need a place to sleep.
So take this night and lay me down on the street.
I know I’m not forgiven but I hope that I’ll be given some peace.
Some peace, some peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-1479504727068722474?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1479504727068722474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=1479504727068722474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/1479504727068722474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/1479504727068722474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/10/festive-leaves-gets-taken.html' title='A Festive Leaves Gets Taken'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-7379128030408719170</id><published>2007-10-10T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:11:55.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings From A Fat Astronaut Called Slim</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsUK4mlv9m0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsUK4mlv9m0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;

Natasha Bedingfield - The Scientist
.. pills below.

Come up to meet you, Tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, Tell you I need you
And tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start

Running in circles, Coming up tails
Heads on a silence apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
And tell me you love me, Come back and hold me
Oh and I rush to the start

Running in circles, Chasing tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start

Aah oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Aah oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Aah oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Aah oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-7379128030408719170?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7379128030408719170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=7379128030408719170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/7379128030408719170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/7379128030408719170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/10/feelings-from-fat-astronaut-called-slim.html' title='Feelings From A Fat Astronaut Called Slim'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-4940571174286014617</id><published>2007-10-04T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:33:08.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Maybe But Not Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuXqaLRuNLg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuXqaLRuNLg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;

Avril Lavigne - Tomorrow
.. lyrics below.

And I Wanna Believe You
When You Tell Me That It Will Be Okay
Ya, I Try To Believe You
But I Don't

When you say that it's gonna be
It always turns out to be a different way
I try to believe you
Not today, today, today, today, today

I don't know how I'll feel
Tomorrow (tomorrow)
Tomorrow (tomorrow)
I don't know what to say
Tomorrow (tomorrow)
Tomorrow is a different day

Its always been up to you
It's turning around, it's up to me
I'm gonna do what I have to do
Just don't

Give me a little time
Leave me alone a little while
Maybe its not too late
Not today, today, today, today, today

I don't know how I'll feel
Tomorrow (tomorrow)
Tomorrow (tomorrow)
I don't know what to say
Tomorrow (tomorrow)
Tomorrow is a different day

Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
And I know I'm not ready
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
Maybe tomorrow
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
I'm not ready
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
Maybe tomorrow

And I wanna believe you
When you tell me that it will be okay
Ya, I try to believe you
Not today, today, today, today, today
Tomorrow it may change
Tomorrow it may change
Tomorrow it may change
Tomorrow it may change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-4940571174286014617?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4940571174286014617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=4940571174286014617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/4940571174286014617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/4940571174286014617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/10/whatever-maybe-but-not-today.html' title='Whatever Maybe But Not Today'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-7263169652150027717</id><published>2007-05-25T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:13:39.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Divided By Two Plus A Decade</title><content type='html'>equals the number eleven
wonderful months with the lady
my sleepy baby
small heartless bittersweet
goodness love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-7263169652150027717?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7263169652150027717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=7263169652150027717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/7263169652150027717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/7263169652150027717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/05/two-divided-by-two-plus-decade.html' title='Two Divided By Two Plus A Decade'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-5798644580605939496</id><published>2007-05-11T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:00:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Tick And Other Tock</title><content type='html'>talked about the future ahead
tired felt dead
police day parade two thousand and seven
attending this year
studies mixed with training
what a batch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-5798644580605939496?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5798644580605939496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=5798644580605939496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/5798644580605939496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/5798644580605939496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-tick-and-other-tock.html' title='Some Tick And Other Tock'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-4316114436990625783</id><published>2007-05-04T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:55:37.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marine Policing Course</title><content type='html'>it's been a week or maybe a couple of weeks
sentosa island
dormitories and free food
heaven or hell
loads of navigational studies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-4316114436990625783?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4316114436990625783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=4316114436990625783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/4316114436990625783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/4316114436990625783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/05/marine-policing-course.html' title='Marine Policing Course'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-8649314253397641475</id><published>2007-05-01T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:39:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As It Becomes Substance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;monday&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;tuesday&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;wednesday&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/6914/humanskeletondiagramsb4us0.gif" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;bones&lt;/strong&gt;

public holiday
a short day off
labour day

spent with the love
studying our stuff
her tutorials
his nauticals

past three days
learnt about knots crash
course brain dead

~ thailand pineapple fried rice at nearest coffee shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-8649314253397641475?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8649314253397641475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=8649314253397641475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8649314253397641475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8649314253397641475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-it-becomes-substance.html' title='As It Becomes Substance'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-8343044571672382134</id><published>2007-04-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:48:34.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell With Another Decade Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one two three&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;four five six&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;seven eight nine&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://x94.xanga.com/d96c010b69c35117911678/z80854927.gif" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;rewind&lt;/strong&gt;

ten months
on a wednesday
closed to the middle of the week

&lt;em&gt;much love&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;to the sweetheart&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;juliana bte johari&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

for those early sleepy morning calls
for those reminders to pack

by this simply lazy boyfriend
whose first week of training passed
facts with figures ahead

brady bunch split into squad
zero two zero seven
meaning the second
of the whole financial year
instead of bunks
it was called dormitories
named after the various
recreational islands
all around singapore

truthfully speaking
sentosa
was the word stated on the door
basically realising
sentosa
was the place to sleep in

discipline with much theories to boot
have reboot the mechanical mind
learned much with little to spare

different life saving appliances
parts of a ship
what to do in case of emergencies
man overboard or fire ecetra
the points noted down
in a tiny black notebook
were just too little to spare

morning runs
four to seven kilometres
delicious fatty food
packed catered for
last but not least
a four metre jump
off a platform
into the waters with depth
of ten metres deep

MxPx - Wrecking Hotel Rooms
.. lyrics below.

I wrecked your hotel room
I crashed up the car
Slept in the gutter
I'm outside your door

Saw you through the key hole
Down on your knees
There's really no reason to call the police

Do you hold the phone when you're alone
Imagine that it rings then hold it to your ear
And wish that I was there to sing you off to sleep
Be with you in your dreams for the days I will be gone
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song

I know you don't know me
'Cause we've never met
I'm not really crazy
So don't get upset

I've got all these problems
None with solutions
Been in and out of some nice institutions

Do you hold the phone when you're alone
Imagine that it rings then hold it to your ear
And wish that I was there to sing you off to sleep
Be with you in your dreams for the days I will be gone
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song

Do you hold the phone when you're alone
Imagine that it rings then hold it to your ear
And wish that I was there to sing you off to sleep
Be with you in your dreams for the days I will be gone
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song
I'll be there in your dreams and in this song

.. and it keeps repeating.

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~ such a vicious circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-8343044571672382134?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8343044571672382134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=8343044571672382134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8343044571672382134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8343044571672382134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/farewell-with-another-decade-back.html' title='Farewell With Another Decade Back'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-6800463142873846994</id><published>2007-04-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:07:37.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bases On Board A Ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this very first moment of report&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;made new aquintances&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;with similar regulars&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://xfe.xanga.com/631d555664030114892171/w81874406.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;bulkheads&lt;/strong&gt;

are actually walls
while on the sea
met up with the jolly commander
police coast guard

the others were simply a happy bunch
while the youngest was yours truly
staff assistant didn't do
proper adminstration of photographs

had a look
had a see
had a touch
had a feel

of the life of what's going to be
regional or coastal patrol squadron
basic modes of navigation

by the way
singapore is a tiny country
has many cameras all around
the zoom is like the boom
clear as a plastic sheet
from a mile away
avoid being an illegal immigrant

three months of training
marine policing course
starting twenty third april

~ set sails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-6800463142873846994?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6800463142873846994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=6800463142873846994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/6800463142873846994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/6800463142873846994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/bases-on-board-ship.html' title='Bases On Board A Ship'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-4109533577320098059</id><published>2007-04-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:43:20.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless Those Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;another sunshine&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;steps taken&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;simple yet moved&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://www.blogadorn.com/graphics/happybunny/happy00010.gif" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;bunny&lt;/strong&gt;

caught this movie
with the significant other
the reaping
as it was called

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/reaping1.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/reaping2.jpg" /&gt;

signs of the end of the world
some holy feelings

~ above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-4109533577320098059?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4109533577320098059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=4109533577320098059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/4109533577320098059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/4109533577320098059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/bless-those-miracles.html' title='Bless Those Miracles'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_reaping1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-900682135206965813</id><published>2007-04-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:10:25.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loans On Debit Paid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trip to the divisional headquaters&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;some adminstrative returns&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;bleak melodious rerun&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://www.michigan.gov/images/mda_cherries_6712_7.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;cherries&lt;/strong&gt;

bus pass
arms card
baton card
welfare card

please sign along the dotted line
to simply receive
the one and only
identity card 

Taking Back Sunday - Cute Without The E (Cut From The Team)
.. what goes on below.

Your lipstick, his collar.. don't bother Angel 
I know exactly what goes on 

When everything you'll get is 
everything that you've wanted, princess 
(well which would you prefer) 
My finger on the trigger, or 
(me face down, down across your floor) 
Me face down, down across your floor 
(me face down, down across your floor) 
Well just so long as this thing's loaded 

And will you tell all your friends 
you've got your gun to my head 
This all was only wishful thinking, 
this all was only wishful thinking 
And will you tell all your friends 
you've got your gun to my head 
This all was only wishful thinking, 
this all was only wishful thinking 
let's go... 

Don't bother trying to explain Angel 
I know exactly what goes on when you're on and 
How about I'm outside of your window 
(how about I'm outside of your window) 
Watching him keep the details covered 
You're such a sucker (you're such a sucker) 
for a sweet talker, yeah 

And will you tell all your friends 
you've got your gun to my head 
This all was only wishful thinking, 
this all was only wishful thinking 
(the only thing that I regret is that I, I never let you hold me back) 
And will you tell all your friends 
you've got your gun to my head 
This all was only wishful thinking, 
this all was only wishful thinking 

Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens 
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins 
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me 
I know you well enough to know you'll never love me 
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens 
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins 
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me 
I know you well enough to know you'll never love me 
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens 
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins 
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me 
I know you well enough to know... 

Why can't I feel anything 
from anyone other than you? 
Why can't I feel anything 
from anyone other than you? 

And all of this was all your fault 
And all of this

(Makes things worse)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this, 
for this simple reason 
I just need to keep you in mind 
as something larger than life 
(she'll destroy us all before she's through 
and find a way to blame somebody else) 
I stay wrecked and jealous for this, 
for this simple reason 
I just need to keep you in mind 
as something larger than life 
(she'll destroy us all before she's through 
and find a way to blame somebody else) 
I stay wrecked and jealous for this, 
for this simple reason 
I just need to keep you in mind 
as something larger than life!

.. got this thought in the mind.

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acoustic version above
working memories went passed below

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~ national service served for one year and five months only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-900682135206965813?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/900682135206965813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=900682135206965813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/900682135206965813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/900682135206965813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/loans-on-debit-paid.html' title='Loans On Debit Paid'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-4034975101467610873</id><published>2007-04-10T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:02:43.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entrance Into Another Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;once been said&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;sold the soul to some evil&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;much choices was made&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://suta-raito.com/images2/plushie15.gif" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;duck&lt;/strong&gt;

once stated in the letter once
official day of appointment today
seven thirty arrived in the morning
mixed feelings in some far place
fingerprinting done in an instant
ink rolled onto every single finger
even palms included
both left with right
earlier was the first to arrive
in the end was the youngest of the batch

after a short break towards the alpha canteen
ten thirty was the sealed signed moment
with a headed chop
service number zero seven double one eight
easy one to remember
lucky western seven with asian eight

left in the early afternoon
fled towards the location
of the course a day ahead
second day just to receive certification
named which had been said before

~ the police coast guard is a specialist unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-4034975101467610873?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/4034975101467610873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=4034975101467610873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/4034975101467610873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/4034975101467610873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/entrance-into-another-eclipse.html' title='An Entrance Into Another Eclipse'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-1246186656497381215</id><published>2007-04-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:22:26.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt Tip Markers On Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some handful of straws were given&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;the facilitator acted as a shark&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;prevention of any items falling into the makeshift river&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://0ut.home.comcast.net/204_mackey.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;teacher&lt;/strong&gt;

plastic bridges were built
lessons were learnt
first day of the sent courses
solo failure is just a minor setback

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/workingtowards1.jpg" /&gt;

divided into clusters of four
individual pair on one side
to cross the imaginary lines
a light box was the goal

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/workingtowards2.jpg" /&gt;

~ the picture above says all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-1246186656497381215?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1246186656497381215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=1246186656497381215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/1246186656497381215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/1246186656497381215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/felt-tip-markers-on-paper.html' title='Felt Tip Markers On Paper'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_workingtowards1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-5227123546745433473</id><published>2007-04-07T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:23:04.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear Waters Above Magnification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;early morning it happened&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;carried a bag or two&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;drizzled half away in the afternoon&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/357/1/1/World_Harmony_by_gilad.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;seats&lt;/strong&gt;

an island went for the first moment
across the imaginary bridge
into the sky train on the third level
some couple of cards tapped

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/sentosa1.jpg" /&gt;

amongst the hidden glow
packed glutinous rice
from local malay traditional restraurant

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/sentosa2.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/sentosa3.jpg" /&gt;

some sweet lady above
kindly cooked some delicious fish nuggets
or was it fillet brought from home
seated in the middle of weekend bikini babes
getaways not to mention the volleyball hunks

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/sentosa4.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/sentosa5.jpg" /&gt;

splish splashed for a short soaked
maximum tanned was the opposite
of the first photobooth
left right center down here
nor there or anywhere full of sandy eclipse

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/sentosa6.jpg" /&gt;

Avril Lavigne - Keep Holding On
.. secretive words below.

you're not alone
together we stand
i'll be by your side, you know i'll take your hand
when it gets cold
and it feels like the end
there's no place to go
you know i won't give in
no i won't give in

keep holding on
'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
just stay strong
'cause you know i'm here for you, i'm here for you
there's nothing you could say
nothing you could do
there's no other way when it comes to the truth
so keep holding on
'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

so far away
i wish you were here
before it's too late, this could all disappear
before the doors close
and it comes to an end
with you by my side i will fight and defend
i'll fight and defend
yeah, yeah

keep holding on
'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
just stay strong
'cause you know i'm here for you, i'm here for you
there's nothing you could say
nothing you could do
there's no other way when it comes to the truth
so keep holding on
'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

hear me when i say, when i say i believe
nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny
whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

la da da da
la da da da
la da da da da da da da da

keep holding on
'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
just stay strong
'cause you know i'm here for you, i'm here for you
there's nothing you could say
nothing you could do
there's no other way when it comes to the truth
so keep holding on
'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

keep holding on
keep holding on

there's nothing you could say
nothing you could do
there's no other way when it comes to the truth
so keep holding on
'cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

.. just simply for you to know.

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~ there were some downtown lucky tourists out today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-5227123546745433473?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/5227123546745433473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=5227123546745433473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/5227123546745433473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/5227123546745433473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/clear-waters-above-magnification.html' title='Clear Waters Above Magnification'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_sentosa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-8323603238365105561</id><published>2007-04-05T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:53:57.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlequin Exchanged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;practically last time reporting for monthly gatherings&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;full of the same teams from similiar land sectors&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;talks of courses with tea breaks in between&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y254/KissesLaceWithCyanide/w63755737.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;poles&lt;/strong&gt;

went in service today
at the divisional headquarters
the training department
organised talks on corruption
the rise of immoral employees in blue
in came the landslide of sad behaviours
an inspiration to cleanse the soul perhaps
that's enough almighty said

&lt;em&gt;with reference to the entry read&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;some seven thingy sinful questions&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;a href="http://ouhshuddup.blogspot.com/2007_04_05_archive.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;from there gone past&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/super1.jpg" /&gt;

&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;7 random facts about me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* whose name means brightest in arabic culture&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* interchangeable with words obsession&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* the atmosphere of silence feels intolerable&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* susceptible to the changes of tones&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* mandarin certified language speaker&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* fetish with open-ended conversations&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* constant contemplation feeds a gemini's thoughts&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;7 things i'm afraid of&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* latin; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lust"&gt;luxuria&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gluttony"&gt;gula&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greed"&gt;avaritia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sloth_%28deadly_sin%29"&gt;acedia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wrath"&gt;ira&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Envy"&gt;invidia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pride"&gt;supervia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* those who lose hope in the choices of words given&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* true fear is not an option to be shared wisely&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* signing a fullstop before the journey even began&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* a tiny piece of mind blown out of proportions&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* sharing the insides of the male tiny throbbing heart&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* stuff when an introvert faced with forced directions&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;7 random songs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damien_Rice"&gt;Damien Rice&lt;/a&gt; - Volcano ( &lt;a href="http://www.songs-lyrics.net/so-Pixies-lyrics-Bossanova-lyrics-Is-She-Weird-lyrics-9F0135576001901074.html"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkeY7z5KTS4"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pixies"&gt;Pixies&lt;/a&gt; - Is She Weird ( &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/4/damien_rice/volcano.html"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67FeK6dQvt0"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Arthur"&gt;Joseph Arthur&lt;/a&gt; - In The Sun ( &lt;a href="http://lyricwiki.org/Joseph_Arthur:In_The_Sun"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8FLMpkEEilQ"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alkaline_Trio"&gt;Alkaline Trio&lt;/a&gt; - Time To Waste ( &lt;a href="http://www.lyricstop.com/albums/alkalinetrio/timetowaste.html"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRttYLY8vac"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imogen_Heap"&gt;Imogen Heap&lt;/a&gt; - Goodnight And Go ( &lt;a href="http://www.soundtracklyrics.net/song-lyrics/oc-mix-4-the/goodnight-and-go.htm"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aj0ol8UmQao"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_XIV_%28band%29"&gt;Louis XIV&lt;/a&gt; - Finding Out True Love Is Blind ( &lt;a href="http://www.lyricstop.com/f/findingouttrueloveisblind-louisxiv.html"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSgpm8IBKSc"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/She_Wants_Revenge"&gt;She Wants Revenge&lt;/a&gt; - Out Of Control ( &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsbase.com/lyrics/shewantsrevenge/outofcontrol.html"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sBcUtcnOlw"&gt;Video&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;7 things i love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* instant flavours that tantalizes the unknowing tastebuds&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* windy felt fields next to cool sandy beaches&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* personal conversation with the significant other&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* reminiscing the good old days among friends&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* a short moment with the family&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* finding lost issues after cursing the blues away&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* music is universal no matter how the eardrums shatters&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;7 things i say the most&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* straightforward simply unrecorded&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* dumbfounds the individual who rarely listens&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* narcistic yet mildly misunderstood&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* verifies in different tones and textures&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* last minute discussion is a must&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* just a magnified version from inside the mind&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* final conclusion will not serve any purpose&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;7 people to do this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.psychedcult.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ain&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.dangertoknow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Juliana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.hintzzz.blogspot.com/"&gt;KeHin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.aqilahh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nuraqilah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.awesomely-izzati.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nurizzati&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mrsjumain-forever-inlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Roslina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* just drop by a tag or two especially &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

then enough being said 
whose impersonal services
rendered as just a means
of continued relaxation away

~ from boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-8323603238365105561?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8323603238365105561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=8323603238365105561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8323603238365105561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8323603238365105561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/harlequin-exchanged.html' title='Harlequin Exchanged'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_super1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-3049193613782971180</id><published>2007-04-01T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:30:03.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jester Gone Juggling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;couple of days ago&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;last time sceduled for shifts&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;two nights with consecutive days&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://xfb.xanga.com/84e1232b49c32109973591/w40638972.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;seats&lt;/strong&gt;

lets keep it simply enough
last moment serving national service
long lasting days had been working
the patrols complemented the arrests
supervisors against complaints

&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Team Bravo Graduation Status:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;

&lt;em&gt;* Senior Station Inspector(2) Tang&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Station Inspector Azni&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Senior Staff Sergeant Mohd Shariff&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Senior Staff Sergeant Ricky Goh&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Staff Sergeant Wong Jia Haur&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Staff Sergeant Saw Kian Hock&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Sergeant Patrick Lim&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Sergeant Suhaimi&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Sergeant Mohd Fadzli&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Sergeant Joanne Chua&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Corporal Farhana&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Special Constable Corporal Hanis&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;* Special Constable Corporal Anuar&lt;/em&gt;

from february 2006
to march 2007
the short period
posted in land division

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&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/npc2.jpg?t=1175875059" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/npc3.jpg?t=1175875098" /&gt;

few moments at the counter
hidden proof once in national service
neighbourhood police centre officer
taken magnified no more

We Are Scientists - The Great Escape
.. plans below.

making my escape
making my escape
tell myself that
everything's in shape
everything's in shape
but me
how long can this take
how long can this take
tell myself that
everything is great
everything is great
well how'm i doing?

i gotta great idea
i'm gonna wait right here
i gotta great idea
i'm gonna wait right here
while everything is adding
up, up, up
everything is adding
up, up, up

breaking both my hands
breaking both my hands
telling me to
take it like a man
take it like a man
i can't
i don't understand
i don't understand
please repeat whatever you just said
nothing's making sense
well how'm i doing?

i gotta great idea
i'm gonna wait right here
i gotta great idea
i'm gonna wait right here
while everything is adding
up, up, up
everything is adding
up, up, up

they're breaking both my hands
they're breaking both my hands
and telling me to
take it like a man
and take it like a man
well fuck that
i don't understand
said i don't understand
so please repeat whatever you just said
'cause nothing's making sense
well how'm i doing?

i gotta great idea
i'm gonna wait right here
i gotta great idea
i'm gonna wait right here
while everything is adding
up, up, up
everything is adding
up, up, up

.. it was all true for now.

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prelude from black and white
until in technicolor sprays

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~ and the story continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-3049193613782971180?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3049193613782971180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=3049193613782971180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3049193613782971180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3049193613782971180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/04/jester-gone-juggling.html' title='Jester Gone Juggling'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-3451225942702614594</id><published>2007-03-28T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:33:03.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animated Hamster With Tortises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;around the corner&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;saving time for the coroner&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;silent laughter through the evening&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f250/Alfonso5587/k_y_r.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;games&lt;/strong&gt;

teenage mutant ninja turtles
great outlined graphics
must watch an individual said

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/tmnt1.jpg?t=1175473042" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/tmnt2.jpg?t=1175473161" /&gt;

dinner in the east silver
fried seafood with fries

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/tmnt3.jpg?t=1175473295" /&gt;

~ cowabunga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-3451225942702614594?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3451225942702614594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=3451225942702614594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3451225942702614594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3451225942702614594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/animated-hamster-with-tortises.html' title='Animated Hamster With Tortises'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-8200661391702641559</id><published>2007-03-27T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:13:28.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran Into Homeopathic Dilution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;figure the meaning above&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;not a single time to waste&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;silence words being typed at a pace&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://xbf.xanga.com/053d77275053394870802/m60921182.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;buttons&lt;/strong&gt;

a day before received
huge white package ahead
insides full of mysterious tender
legally bound unlike leather

stated the acceptance letter
home team academy fingerprinting

&lt;u&gt;the tenth of april two thousand seven&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;em&gt;regular intake permanent scheme&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;u&gt;the sixteenth of april two thousand seven&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;em&gt;reporting into unit or division&lt;/em&gt;

that's all about so far
work's within these few weeks
future's somehow building stability

Ben Kweller - Penny On The Train Track
.. waited words below.

I'm just a penny on the train track
Waitin' for my judgement day
Come on baby girl let me see those legs
Before I get flattened away

I wait
Yeah, I wait
For something good, for something great

Stoppin' in somebody's old home town
Gotta get that midnight meal
If you can't get behind your own life
Get behind the driving wheel

And go, just go
Find a place that you don't know

Ran into a friend just the other night
Got a badge, he's a local cop
Haven't seen that boy in over seven years
Since out of high school I dropped

I see, I see
All the things that I should be

Oh baby dance with me!

Even lucky man has a bad day
And pretty girl has a scar
After that train comes and takes me away
Pick up that guitar

And play, just play
Play that rock and roll for me

He's in the yard just washin' his car
Thinkin' 'bout his pretty wife
Makin' lemonade with the kitchen aid
Makin' him a perfect life

And it's grim, so dim
When you wish that you were just like him

I'm just a penny on the train track
Waitin' for my judgement day
Come on baby girl let me see those legs
Before I get flattened away

I wait, I wait
For something good, for something great

And I try, oh I try
I can't stop, I don't know why

.. finally it came after all those months of waiting.

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~ slowly stepping through the many doors of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-8200661391702641559?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8200661391702641559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=8200661391702641559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8200661391702641559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8200661391702641559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/ran-into-homeopathic-dilution.html' title='Ran Into Homeopathic Dilution'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-6975009289941633886</id><published>2007-03-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:51:57.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time In Saves Nine Stitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;morning in the cool gym&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;afternoon by the esplanade&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;night by the individual sides&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://x68.xanga.com/175f046b2523599755442/m52744265.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;sign&lt;/strong&gt;

beyond the imaginary lines
exercised the movements
lies another circle
or is it a square
chocolate panda

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/faces1.jpg?t=1174977136" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/faces2.jpg?t=1174977185" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/faces3.jpg?t=1174977220" /&gt;

take one two three
minus the bus
off to the central
for a simple joyride

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/hello.jpg?t=1174977332" /&gt;

melted in the warm sun
refreshing plain drink
from the pink tumbler

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/faces4.jpg?t=1174977502" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/faces5.jpg?t=1174977529" /&gt;

free cadbury from nestle brand
footsteps passed white washed galleries
marina bay of tiny country singapore
big digital photography accomplishment

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&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/faces7.jpg?t=1174977977" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/faces8.jpg?t=1174978011" /&gt;

wait till this hopefully
neverending caramel story ends
the ninth picture tells the series

~ numbered happy months ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-6975009289941633886?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6975009289941633886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=6975009289941633886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/6975009289941633886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/6975009289941633886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-in-saves-nine-stitches.html' title='Time In Saves Nine Stitches'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-7142980020509983253</id><published>2007-03-23T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T09:18:58.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Middle Of Sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something unexpected arised&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;such commemorative thoughts&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;hidden radioactive purposes&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://x9c.xanga.com/eb4d7653d8335112818907/z80499569.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;martial&lt;/strong&gt;

so the freaking rumours were true
yours truly did achieved something
out from these service of nationality
not one but two really awesome

&lt;em&gt;Bedok Police Division&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;u&gt;COMMANDER'S AWARD&lt;/u&gt;
Presented to
&lt;em&gt;SC/Cpl Anuar Bin Othman&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Team Testimonial&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;For Good Arrest&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;From September 2006 - November 2006&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Superintendent Lim Kok Thai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Commander
Bedok Police Division

&lt;s&gt;speechless and content&lt;/s&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Bedok Police Division&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;u&gt;COMMANDER'S AWARD&lt;/u&gt;
Presented to
&lt;em&gt;SC/Cpl Anuar Bin Othman&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Team Testimonial&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;For Good Arrest&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;From December 2006 - February 2007&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Superintendent Lim Kok Thai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Commander
Bedok Police Division

has been written in the certificates
simply motivated to try harder
till the end of these memories

Bayside - Blame It On Bad Luck
.. lucky words below.

Pound my knuckles hard against the floor. 
My head against the wall. 
But I did this to myself. 
Assume it's just not worth getting back up, 
so I'll blame it on bad luck.
And I'll shake responsibility.

I spent some time in a bad place at 18, 
wishing I could see something through clear eyes. 
Do you ever wake up to realize 
that your life is meaningless?
Does it give you strength or lead you to 
your grave at a young age? 

Pound my knuckles hard against the floor. 
My head against the wall. 
But I did this to myself. 
Assume it's just not worth getting back up, 
so I'll blame it on bad luck.
And I'll shake responsibility.

It seems that when I ran away from my past 
all my dignity, my faith, my pride got left back. 
And now I think it's time that I realize 
self pity's meaningless. 
Though I'm 10 feet deep, 
I'll claw my way back out from in my grave.

Pound my knuckles hard against the floor.
My head against the wall.
But I did this to myself.
Assume it's just not worth getting back up,
So I'll blame it on bad luck.
And I'll shake responsibility.
And say a hard life did this to me.

Now I realize, I'd give anything I have 
to walk a day in my old shoes. 
Wondering what my first smoke would be like, 
my first fuck, my next fuck up. 
Or the next band that would change my life 
and it changed my life
and it changed my life.

Pound my knuckles hard against the floor.
My head against the wall.
But I did this to myself.
Assume it's just not worth getting back up,
So I'll blame it on bad luck.
And I'll shake responsibility.
And say a hard life did this to me.

.. truly a hard life that did this.

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~ salutations to those kind people out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-7142980020509983253?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/7142980020509983253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=7142980020509983253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/7142980020509983253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/7142980020509983253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-middle-of-sanity.html' title='In The Middle Of Sanity'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-2314927196710692496</id><published>2007-03-19T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T08:21:55.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Into The Twin Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blue plain ocean&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;design with laughter&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;the opposite of needed listening fun&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://xd9.xanga.com/4b3b350237d3528316718/z19876588.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;silence&lt;/strong&gt;

happened when the oldest partnered with the youngest
whilst doing twilight supervisory patrol
screened a male subject right under the residence
faked an exercise with an excuse to ran

wanted for &lt;u&gt;desertion&lt;/u&gt; from national service

speaking of the underlined word above
just feels a bit lonely under the weather
been half an afternoon with minor checkups
simply skipped how was lunch doing
towards probably the late evening
first few priorities maybe

sometimes the tiny stuff that matters
if said will sound like noise
especially to the sensitive ears

&lt;s&gt;eleven hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;s&gt;twelve hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;s&gt;thirteen hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;

&lt;s&gt;fourteen hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;s&gt;fifteen hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;s&gt;sixteen hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;

windows live messenger
a nudge here nor there
life is simplicity
if only the tables turned
on each and somehow another way

&lt;s&gt;seventeen hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;s&gt;eighteen hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;s&gt;nineteen hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;

&lt;s&gt;twenty hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;s&gt;twenty one hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;
&lt;s&gt;twenty two hundred hours&lt;/s&gt;

&lt;u&gt;assuming a predictable answer&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;s&gt;closed passage questions&lt;/s&gt;

a fullstop
to a how
an end to a series
hopefully not as true
bored nimble fingers
without a tired voice to be heard

The Hives - Hate To Say I Told You So 
.. lyrics below.

Do what I want cause I can and if I don't
because I wanna be ignored by the stiff and the bored
because I'm gonna.
Spit and retrieve cause I give and receive
because I wanna gonna get through your head
what the mystery man said because I'm gonna.
Hate to say I told you so.
I do believe I told you so.
Now it's all out and you knew cause I wanted to.
Turn my back on the rot that's been planning the plot
 - because I'm gonna.
No need for me to wait
 - because I wanna.
No need two, three and too late
 - because I'm gonna.
Hate to say I told you so.
I do believe I told you so.
Do what I please gonna spread the disease
because I wanna gonna call all the shots
for the "No"s and the "Not"s
because I wanna.
Ask me once I'll answer twice cause what I know I'll tell
because I wanna.
Sound device and lots of ice I'll spell my name out loud
because I wanna, oh yeah.

.. a.n.u.a.r.m.i.s.s.e.d.j.u.l.i.a.n.a.'s.i.n.t.u.i.t.i.o.n.

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~ goodnight in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-2314927196710692496?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2314927196710692496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=2314927196710692496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/2314927196710692496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/2314927196710692496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/look-into-twin-shoes.html' title='Look Into The Twin Shoes'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-8918758618184823197</id><published>2007-03-16T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:10:20.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misappropriation With Solids And Stripes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;visible situations&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;half of an intuition&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;exercises with big screens&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs14/300W/f/2007/048/a/b/a_spaceship_by_edona.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;round&lt;/strong&gt;

the day before
simple pool at lucky plaza
just enough said
she owned his game of three

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/pool.jpg?t=1174010360" /&gt;

~ relieved in winning mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-8918758618184823197?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8918758618184823197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=8918758618184823197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8918758618184823197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8918758618184823197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/misappropriation-with-solids-and.html' title='Misappropriation With Solids And Stripes'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-6479158955418248365</id><published>2007-03-06T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:12:48.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Sudden Shaking Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;invisible text ahead&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;too much words unread&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;shall never left unsaid&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://x85.xanga.com/986d752772532110386948/m77054076.gif" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;views&lt;/strong&gt;

the boyfriend needs and wishes
some care and concern too
a hope that the girlfriend
would one fine day
stop her buzy doing in a second
to simply listen to his bickering
without any comments

Dashboard Confessional - Again I Go Unnoticed
.. hidden lyrics below.

So quiet.
Another wasted night
The television steals the conversation.
Exhale.
Another wasted breath
again it goes unnoticed.

Please tell me you're just feeling tired,
cause if it's more than that I fear that I might break.
Out of touch.  Out of time.
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed,
cause I can't read your rolling eyes.
Out of touch.  Are we out of time?

Closed lipped
another goodnight kiss 
is robbed of all its passion. 
Your thrill 
another time to slack 
has left me feeling empty

Please tell me you're just feeling tired,
cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break.
Out of touch.  Out of time
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed,
cause I can't read your rolling eyes.
Out of touch.  Are we out of time?

I'll wait until tomorrow.
Maybe you'll feel better then,
maybe we'll be better then.
So what's another day
when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you?
This mood of yours is temporary.
It seems worth the wait to see you smile again.
Out of the corner of my eye
won't be the only way you're looking at me then.

So quiet.
Another wasted night
the television steals the conversation.
Exhale.
Another wasted breath
again it goes unnoticed.

.. an exhale while the country's having a tiny earthquake.

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~ stuck in suspension mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-6479158955418248365?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6479158955418248365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=6479158955418248365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/6479158955418248365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/6479158955418248365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-sudden-shaking-feeling.html' title='That Sudden Shaking Feeling'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-2765948652578103981</id><published>2007-03-02T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:30:14.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adultery Employment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday felt so confident&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;such feelings never came across&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;never to romeo patrol the streets&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://x57.xanga.com/29ee65612523298045098/m34241921.gif" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;channel&lt;/strong&gt;

the team leader stared
gives a personal opinion worth
much precious in a century

&lt;u&gt;" anuar,
since you're joining
the police coast guard soon.

remember,
do keep up with the tasks
that's being given to you.

because, 
the supervisors there
can just delegate the job to anyone.

once,
they have a negative impression
your future is instantly bleak "&lt;/u&gt;

Brand New - The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows
.. silent lyrics below.

We saw the western coast. 
I saw the hospital. 
Nurse the shoreline like a wound. 
Reports of lover's tryst. 
Were neither clear nor descript. 
We kept it safe and slow. 
The quiet things that no one ever knows. 

Keep the blood in your head and keep your feet on the ground. 
Today's the day it gets tired. 
Then today's the day we drop down. 
Give up my body in bed. 
All for an empty hotel. 
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals. 

I contemplate the day away. 
Your friends are boring me to death. 
Your veil is ruined in the rain. 
By then you like to do without. 
There's nothing new to talk about. 
And though our kids are blessed, 
the parents let them shoulder all the blame. 

Keep the blood in your head and keep your feet on the ground. 
Today's the day it gets tired. 
Today's the day we drop down. 
Give up my body in bed. 
All for an empty hotel. 
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals. 

I lie for only you. 
And I lie well. 
Halleluh. 

Keep the blood in your head and keep your feet on the ground. 
Today's the day it gets tired. 
Today's the day we drop down. 
Give up my body in bed. 
All for an empty hotel. 
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals.

.. whose words are not wasted on deaf ears.

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&lt;i&gt;both in accoustic and live.&lt;/i&gt;

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~ many thanks kind sir for those encouraging comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-2765948652578103981?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2765948652578103981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=2765948652578103981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/2765948652578103981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/2765948652578103981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/03/adultery-employment.html' title='Adultery Employment'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-2012417450150117441</id><published>2007-02-26T07:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:07:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magical Eight Ball Realisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if life in the future was this very simple&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;examination period with related work&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;sunshine pleasant melodies and a day later&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/62/203770428_81370bb3f9_m.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;numbered&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;u&gt;simply to say after these many months
sweet adorable honey
makes the blues turned pink&lt;/u&gt;

Amber Pacific - Gone So Young
.. just read the words below.

I never dreamt it'd be this way
I've lost any chance for me to say
To say that I miss you, say that I love you
Will someone please tell me I'm okay

I wasn't prepared for what's to come
A life made of memories gone so young
And now I'm regretting all I've done
But in your heart know that I'm with you all along

Wherever you go, I will be waiting
Whenever you call, I will be there
Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright
I'm in your heart tonight

I never thought that this could go
And take me away from all I know
And leave me to think I'm on my own
But your love will take me, you were the one...

...Who sat through nights
You held me tight
And made sure I'm okay
And I thank you for the love you gave to me

Wherever you go, I will be waiting
Whenever you call, I will be there
Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright
I'm in your heart tonight...

Tonight...

Wherever you go, I will be waiting
Whenever you call, I will be there
Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright
Wherever you go, I will be waiting
Whenever you call, I will be there
Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright
And if I should fall, I know you're waiting
And if I should call, I know you're there
If ever you cry just know 
I'm in your heart tonight...
I'm in your heart tonight.

.. tonight and the next morning too.

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~ happy revised edition of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-2012417450150117441?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/2012417450150117441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=2012417450150117441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/2012417450150117441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/2012417450150117441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/02/magical-eight-ball-realisation.html' title='The Magical Eight Ball Realisation'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-3309891582874933752</id><published>2007-02-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:20:16.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Classic Scene Style Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the lady bought a new spectacles&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;with some tiny blinks on the side&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;the look of emotional kids&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://www.dobi.nu/emo/girl3.gif" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;shadow&lt;/strong&gt;

an early afternoon day out
frame collections near queensway
levi's jeans is not the issue

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/levispec1.jpg" /&gt;

to keep it simple
short distance in a bus trip
huge city of central vivo
third storey movie tickets  

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/levispec2.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/levispec3.jpg" /&gt;

ghost rider
cool effects makes cartoons seemed real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-3309891582874933752?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/3309891582874933752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=3309891582874933752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3309891582874933752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/3309891582874933752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-classic-scene-style-satisfaction.html' title='Some Classic Scene Style Satisfaction'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_levispec1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-6190679734589252857</id><published>2007-02-14T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:16:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Small Letters Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the menu was in the morning&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;before the night of rushing&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;just a pink balloon on the green transparent file&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f251/CateIcons/photography/the%20site/To_Please_You__by_girltripped.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;crimson&lt;/strong&gt;

a caution shiny blinking warning
found beautiful minty shots below
regarding to the one being captured
sweet nevertheless forced to be taken
snap with cut and retaken once again

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday1.jpg" /&gt;

late break to fast the lunch
with candid in some initial plan
noticed the eyebags from the day before

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday2.jpg" /&gt;

the surprised success instead of revision
tea with lemon flavour is huge in comparison
blast of courtesy from the managers and staff
canadian swensen's in the point of the north
some quaint little place in a tiny shopping centre

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday3.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday4.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday5.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday6.jpg" /&gt;

behold the long flow of laughter
cup against mug the half of a day
before cool delicious sour taste

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday7.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday8.jpg" /&gt;

white chocolate blondie
salsa beef burger
sirloin steak

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday9.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday10.jpg" /&gt;

pure smile advertisment
on towards the next moment in question
quick finished with our late introduction
melted stuffy goodness

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday11.jpg" /&gt;

sadly these are not real
two dimensions right now on a screen
lick the keyboards if feeling hungry
this point of reading feel the soft mouse clicks

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday12.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday13.jpg" /&gt;

robotic arcade the next
gush of wind inside a photobooth

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/1vday16.jpg" /&gt;

seemingly no doubt years later will say
once in a blue moon cashless transaction
he would still be as content
the days after without any gourmet
with just simply her alone

Corinne Bailey Rae - Like A Star
.. musical below.

Just like a star across my sky, 
just like an angel off the page, 
you have appeared to my life, 
feel like I'll never be the same, 
just like a song in my heart, 
just like oil on my hands, 
Oh, I do love you 

Still i wonder why it is, 
I don't argue like this, 
with anyone but you, 
we do it all the time, 
blowing out my mind, 

You've got this look i can't describe, 
you make me feel like I'm alive, 
when everything else is au fait, 
without a doubt you're on my side, 
heaven has been away too long, 
can't find the words to write this song of your love, 

Still i wonder why it is, 
I don't argue like this, 
with anyone but you, 
we do it all the time, 
blowing out my mind, 

Now i have come to understand, 
the way it is, 
It's not a secret anymore, 
'cause we've been through that before, 
from tonight I know that you're the only one, 
I've been confused and in the dark, 
now I understand, 
Yeah-yeah 

Oooh......Ooohhhh.. 

I wonder why it is, 
I don't argue like this, 
with anyone but you, 
I wonder why it is, 
I wont let my guard down, 
for anyone but you 
we do it all the time, 
blowing out my mind, 

Just like a star across my sky, 
just like an angel off the page, 
you have appeared to my life, 
feel like I'll never be the same, 
just like a song in my heart, 
just like oil on my hands.

.. for my only star on a very clear night.

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~ &lt;i&gt;enough said&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;u&gt;l&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;o&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;v&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;e&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-6190679734589252857?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/6190679734589252857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=6190679734589252857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/6190679734589252857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/6190679734589252857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/02/four-small-letters-ahead.html' title='Four Small Letters Ahead'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_1vday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-8722303749052364303</id><published>2007-02-12T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:50:57.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honey Golden Advertisments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please watch this during dinner&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;the time earlier then supper&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;just cooked to simple perfection&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/veayhu.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;engrossed&lt;/strong&gt;

it just cannot get any opposite of worse
the malaysian chicken rice shop
in the city of vivo basement
walls with floors of the late evening

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/tcrs1.jpg" /&gt;

where the ice lemon tea is bigger
then the glass of pepsi by an inch
hers and his by a singapore dollar

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/tcrs2.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/tcrs3.jpg" /&gt;

the spread was great galore
taste of sweet vegetables
some side dish menu for two
learnt to avoid eating the garnishes

&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/tcrs4.jpg" /&gt;

cameras and cream
it was but a single dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-8722303749052364303?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8722303749052364303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=8722303749052364303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8722303749052364303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8722303749052364303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/02/honey-golden-advertisments.html' title='The Honey Golden Advertisments'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/veayhu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-1579732469667571514</id><published>2007-02-08T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:51:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiny Coin Toss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some may say time is precious&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;yet simple calculations made it a waste&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;so just throw aside those watches with keys&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://x82.xanga.com/bf7d933a0703586428884/z53150557.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;breathe&lt;/strong&gt;

fine days before ahead
personal problems felt with the weight
a glimpse at the modern tests
needed to practice for the gold
natural mental endurance ahead

~ enough said with a note to self found in accident;

&lt;u&gt;in the words of Fr. Pedro Arrupe, SJ:

THE RIGHT PERSON?

During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question.
She said,
"How do I know if I married the right person?"

I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said,
"It depends. Is that your husband?"
In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?"
Let me answer this question because the chances are good
that it's weighing on your mind. Here's the answer.

EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning,
you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call,
wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies.

Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a
completely natural and spontaneous experience.
You didn't have to DO anything.
That's why it's called "falling" in love...
because it's happening TO YOU.

People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet."
Think about the imagery of that ___expression.
It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing,
and then something came along and happened TO YOU.

Falling in love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience.

But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades.
It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely,
phone calls become a bother (if they come at all),
touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's
idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.

The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you 
think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference 
between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller
or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, 
"Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect
on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire
that experience with someone else.
This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse
for their unhappiness and look outside
their marriage for fulfillment.

Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is
the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, church,
a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.

But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage.
It lies within it.I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love
with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better.
But you'd be in the same situation a few years later.
Because (listen carefully to this):

THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT
FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; 
IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND. 

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience.
It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love.
You have to "make" it day in and day out.
That's why we have the ___expression "the labor of love."
Because it takes time, effort, and energy.
And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know
WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.

Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific 
things you can do (with or without your spouse)
to succeed with your marriage.

Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), 
there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet
and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain
habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger.
It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws,
the results are predictable... you can "make" love. 

Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... not just a feeling.&lt;/u&gt;

.. easier said then done these wise people.
(tagged.sealed.opened.enlightened.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-1579732469667571514?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/1579732469667571514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=1579732469667571514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/1579732469667571514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/1579732469667571514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-tiny-coin-toss.html' title='A Tiny Coin Toss'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-8417475109784276402</id><published>2007-02-05T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:27:59.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Physical Chaste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the clinic gave a small plastic bottle&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;go to the toilet fill it half of full&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;passed past interviews to examination today&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v251/SingleMinded99/layouts/body3.gif" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;check&lt;/strong&gt;

letter received to attend these sweet good news
simply selected hope it all was not a waste
in the morning at eight thirty
raffles medical clinic in the heart of singapore

* x-ray
* eye-check
* dental-wait
* lung-heard
* body-poked

by a young female doctor with many nurses
work was skipped today
silent apologies to the team
but towards full percentage
journey to join as a regular

Clazziquai - Dance
.. dedication to those who seems to be chasing after time.

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#45576;&amp;#47932;&amp;#51012; &amp;#45798;&amp;#50500;&amp;#45236;&amp;#51648; &amp;#50506;&amp;#44600; 
&amp;#44536;&amp;#51032; &amp;#44600;&amp;#50640; &amp;#48708;&amp;#44032; &amp;#46104;&amp;#50612; &amp;#45236;&amp;#47532;&amp;#46020;&amp;#47197;
&amp;#48120;&amp;#49548;&amp;#47484; &amp;#54872;&amp;#55176; &amp;#48372;&amp;#50668;&amp;#51452;&amp;#44600; 
&amp;#44536;&amp;#51032; &amp;#44600;&amp;#50640; &amp;#48731;&amp;#51060; &amp;#46104;&amp;#50612; &amp;#45236;&amp;#47532;&amp;#46020;&amp;#47197;

&amp;#50612;&amp;#46176;&amp;#51060; &amp;#49324;&amp;#46972;&amp;#51648;&amp;#47732; &amp;#44396;&amp;#47492;&amp;#51060; 
&amp;#51648;&amp;#45208;&amp;#44032;&amp;#47732;
&amp;#51060;&amp;#51228; &amp;#45576;&amp;#47932;&amp;#51008; &amp;#44151;&amp;#44256; &amp;#49324;&amp;#46993;&amp;#49828;&amp;#47088; 
&amp;#48120;&amp;#49548;&amp;#47564;
can you ever understand
and you're always on my heart
put your arms around my soul till I get to you

Dance now (hold your breath)
don't you cry
take my hand, hold your breath, the night is young
dance now (hold your breath)
show your smile
take my hand, hold your tears, the love is young

&amp;#49836;&amp;#54548;&amp;#51060; &amp;#48128;&amp;#47140;&amp;#50724;&amp;#47140; &amp;#54644;&amp;#46020; 
take my hand, and dance with me, so you can see
&amp;#51060;&amp;#48324;&amp;#51060; &amp;#50689;&amp;#50896;&amp;#54616;&amp;#51648; &amp;#50506;&amp;#44600; 
set you free, to be with me, so you can see

&amp;#46748;&amp;#46748; &amp;#46748;&amp;#47336;&amp;#46748;...

Dance now (hold your breath)
don't you cry
take my hand, hold your breath, the night is young
dance now (hold your breath)
show your smile
take my hand, hold your tears, the love is young

&amp;#49436;&amp;#47196; &amp;#51060;&amp;#51228; &amp;#45908; &amp;#51060;&amp;#49345; &amp;#47564;&amp;#45216; 
&amp;#49688; &amp;#50630;&amp;#45796;&amp;#45716; &amp;#44536;&amp;#47088; &amp;#49373;&amp;#44033;&amp;#54616;&amp;#47728; 
&amp;#54980;&amp;#54924;&amp;#54616;&amp;#51648;&amp;#45716; &amp;#47568;&amp;#44600;&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#51060;&amp;#51228; &amp;#46412;&amp;#44032; &amp;#45796;&amp;#44032;&amp;#50752; &amp;#45208;&amp;#51032; 
&amp;#50668;&amp;#54665; &amp;#45149;&amp;#50640;&amp;#49436; to be with me so you can finally see

Dance now
don't you cry
take my hand, hold your breath, the night is young
dance now
show your smile
take my hand, hold your tears, the love is young&lt;/p&gt;
.. some relaxing korean jazz to smoothe the soul.

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~ just chill to the rhythm and whispers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-8417475109784276402?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/8417475109784276402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=8417475109784276402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8417475109784276402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/8417475109784276402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/02/say-physical-chaste.html' title='Say Physical Chaste'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-6645084015137745766</id><published>2007-02-02T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:22:27.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Cases The Day Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;private family disputes&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;grocery products being stolen&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;printed statements recorded&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://www.oobdoo.com/online/potpouri/images/zelda.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;survive&lt;/strong&gt;

short and simple news
one of the worst yesterday
missed tired down felt

vans and drivers
a rush to the head
first day of the second month
after six days of rest

i'm afraid to grow up.
i'm afraid to lose myself.
i'm afraid of tomorrow.
i'm afraid of today.
i'm afraid of screwing up.
i'm afraid of forgetting.
i'm afraid of winning.
i'm afraid of losing.
i'm afraid of being happy.
i'm afraid of being sad.
i'm afraid of you.
i'm afraid of me.

~ i'm afraid of being afraid,
.. and where's my minty pills of medication?

( she.passed.her.car.basic.theory.finally.gladness )
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&lt;em&gt;second panel interview another round&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;the first victim to walk through the frozen doorway&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;img src="http://popculture.incompetech.com/images/fortune_cookie.jpeg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;fortune&lt;/strong&gt;

police psycological unit
grilled by these insane people
perhaps more then two
a little vision of four persons
might even be six in total

beyond the huge oval table
one against the rest
first of the day among the eleventh

* ridicular painful questions;
&lt;u&gt;.. are you sort of an emotional person?&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;u&gt;.. what sort of poems do you write nowadays?&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;u&gt;.. have we input the neighbourhood system too fast?&lt;/u&gt;

Patent Pending - Cheer Up Emo Kid
.. emotionally confused lyrics below.

I've got a problem with everyone I know
I've got a problem I want everyone to know
I got home late last night from the punk(PUNK) rock(ROCK) show
I say it sucked because I'm emo

I'm gonna cry I'm gonna scream 
I'm gonna say what I don't mean
I'm gonna cry I'm gonna mope
I'm gonna give up all my hope
Bringing everybody down
Everybody with a frown
Bringing everybody down
Wait for death to come around

Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay
Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay

I like to listen to my favorite band the cure
I'd ask her out but she'd say no!
No for sure

I'm gonna cry I'm gonna scream 
I'm gonna say what I don't mean
I'm gonna cry I'm gonna mope
I'm gonna give up all my hope
Bringing everybody down
Everybody with a frown
Bringing everybody down
Wait for death to come around

Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay
Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay

Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay
Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay

Cheer up emo kid
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Cheer up emo kid
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Cheer up emo kid
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Cheer up emo kid
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me

Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me 
Nobody likes me
I guess I'll go eat worms!

.. or maybe some ice cream she owes me.

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~ luck is just what he needs.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-796335414850984702?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/796335414850984702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=796335414850984702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/796335414850984702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/796335414850984702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/01/every-single-one-of-them.html' title='Every Single One Of Them'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116970706532516355</id><published>2007-01-25T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:51:33.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventh Heaven In A Tiny Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passed time passing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;not yet a moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;awake from asleep today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/mkhjj9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;helicopter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as simple as it is&lt;br&gt;spent a minute longer before the shift&lt;br&gt;in the night before school starts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/breeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no doubt in breeks named restraurant&lt;br&gt;at the only northern area of singapore&lt;br&gt;buffet of proper food unexpected without any plans&lt;br&gt;after this day ends&lt;br&gt;fast forward in a month or two perhaps paused&lt;br&gt;after the sixth and before the eighth&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Wallflowers - Heroes&lt;br&gt;.. the lyrics of what we could be below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever.

We can be Heroes, just for one day.

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing, nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I, I remember standing, by the wall
And the guns, shot above our heads
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall
And the shame, was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever

Then we could be Heroes, just for one day

We can be Heroes
Just for one day
&lt;br&gt;.. blissfully with you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/shvSvj7SfsA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/shvSvj7SfsA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ feeling super.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116970706532516355?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116970706532516355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116970706532516355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116970706532516355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116970706532516355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/01/seventh-heaven-in-tiny-cup.html' title='Seventh Heaven In A Tiny Cup'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/mkhjj9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116922079337025424</id><published>2007-01-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:48:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival In Tribal Council</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shiny plastic fishes swimming among the ears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;unpredictable weather this year beginning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretty good choices in the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://costa-rica-guide.com/travel/images/stories/Transparent/MorphoButterflyOpenTransp_sm.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frozen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a bit of flashed infidelities&lt;br&gt;beautiful skies and warm clouds&lt;br&gt;some torrential rain with melting snowflakes&lt;br&gt;a couple of days flew passed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/sensitive.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;headed to the ancient city of vivo&lt;br&gt;near coast of the harbour&lt;br&gt;long queues short expectancy&lt;br&gt;northern front of sentosa&lt;br&gt;chilled movie screening of apocalypto&lt;br&gt;meaning end of time in mayan language&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/nachos.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;cheese nachos the favourite&lt;br&gt;among the nausea bloodshed of gore&lt;br&gt;theatre was dreadfully cold to the touch&lt;br&gt;running the chases with shooting arrows&lt;br&gt;poisoned tiny frog used to poke veins&lt;br&gt;pulling of hearts and slices of brains&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/apocalypto.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;agreed with the suggestion from the lady&lt;br&gt;awesome packed with action&lt;br&gt;a drop to dead quick ending&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Marilyn Manson - This Is The New Shit&lt;br&gt;.. have to be eighteen and above to read below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything's been said before 
There's nothing left to say anymore 
When it's all the same 
You can ask for it by name 

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch 
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party 
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence 
Blah, blah, blah 
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely 
Stick your stupid slogan in 
Everybody sing along 
Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch 
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party 
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence 
Blah, blah, blah 
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely 
Stick your stupid slogan in 
Everybody sing along 

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit? 
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming 
This is the new shit 
Stand up and admit it 
Do we need it? NO! 
Do we want it? YEAH! 
This is the new shit 
Stand up and admit it 

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch 
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party 
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence 
Blah, blah, blah 
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely 
Stick your stupid slogan in 
Everybody sing along 
Everything's been said before 
There's nothing left to say anymore 
When it's all the same 
You can ask for it by name 

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit? 
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming 
This is the new shit 
Stand up and admit it 
Do we need it? NO! 
Do we want it? YEAH! 
This is the new shit 
Stand up and admit it 

Now it's you-know-who 
I've got the you-know-what 
I stick it in the you-know-where 
You know why, you don't care 
Now it's you-know-who 
I've got the you-know-what 
I stick it in the you-know-where 
You know why, you don't care 
Now it's you-know-who 
I've got the you-know-what 
I stick it in the you-know-where 
You know why, you don't care 
Now it's you-know-who 
I've got the you-know-what 
I stick it in the you-know-where 
You know why, you don't care 

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch 
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party 
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence 
Blah, blah, blah 
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely 
Stick your stupid slogan in 
Everybody sing along 

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit? 
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming 
This is the new shit 
Stand up and admit it 
Do we need it? NO! 
Do we want it? YEAH! 
This is the new shit 
Stand up and admit it 

Let us 
We're entertaining you 
&lt;br&gt;.. and we survived through the show.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4W6DVtBrrU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4W6DVtBrrU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ exit stage right my love.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116922079337025424?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116922079337025424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116922079337025424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116922079337025424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116922079337025424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/01/survival-in-tribal-council.html' title='Survival In Tribal Council'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_sensitive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116827181345582369</id><published>2007-01-08T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:16:59.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Twenty First Nineteen Eighty Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello missy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the six ate the seventh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;chalet with buckets of friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x50.xanga.com/ecbd3731d033267771016/b38384590.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;records&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;of being in these three days or more&lt;br&gt;awesome anticipated bright flowers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/aloha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;not even classy&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;the clothes were too colorful for taste&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;midnight function of aloha fiesta&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;division dinner tropical dance wear&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;pictures taken with beautiful bikini babes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;whom age not legal to show those pictures here&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/fiesta.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;compared those two picures above&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;the girlfriend is simply more beautiful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;inclusive of more substance too&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;honestly enough said&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;birth event and sabotage of pink sprays followed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the long awaited piggies&lt;br&gt;the nicknames for those close friends&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/piggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;few found classmates&lt;br&gt;media a whole new line of beauty magazines&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;invitation to some divine chocolate cake&lt;br&gt;timed adulthood keys to life&lt;br&gt;nervous brief meeting with the jolly parents&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/note.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;first movie of the year&lt;br&gt;serial episode two&lt;br&gt;minty fun with love toppings all around&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rilo Kiley - The Frug&lt;br&gt;.. lyrical presents below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I can do the frug 
I can do the Robocop 
I can do the Freddie 
I cannot do the Smurf 
And I can hate your girl 
I can tell you that she's real pretty 
I can take my clothes off 
I cannot fall in love 

And I can do the frug 
I can do the Robocop 
I can do the Freddie 
I cannot do the Smurf 

And I can watch TV 
I can shuffle up to Buffalo 
I can do a backbend 
I will not call you back 
And I can start a book 
I can make some mac and cheese 
I can sleep twelve hours 
You'll never see my eyes 

And I can do the frug 
I can do the Robocop 
I can do the Freddie 
I cannot do the Smurf 

And I can hate your girl 
I can tell you that she's real pretty 
I can take my clothes off 
I cannot fall in love 
You'll never see my eyes 
I will not call you back 
I cannot do the smurf 
I cannot fall in love 
I'll never fall in love 
I cannot fall in love... 

And I can do the frug 
I can do the Robocop 
I can do the Freddie 
I cannot do the Smurf
&lt;br&gt;.. what can we do after this episode.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_wWrZEOFZg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_wWrZEOFZg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ dear happy birthday.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116827181345582369?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116827181345582369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116827181345582369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116827181345582369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116827181345582369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/01/her-twenty-first-nineteen-eighty-six.html' title='Her Twenty First Nineteen Eighty Six'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_aloha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116764187448905634</id><published>2007-01-01T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T12:07:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation To A Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye they said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;such an altitude we say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;timeless of an even distribution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x2c.xanga.com/ae4c20450463480334869/z42989774.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glimpses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;creamy smooth transit&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;two zero zero seven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;sins or indulgence&lt;br&gt;calculative go figure&lt;br&gt;called with a drop of a fishing line&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anberlin - A Day Late&lt;br&gt;.. for the people once met.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So let me get this straight
Say now you love me all along
What made you hesitate
To tell me in words what you really feel
I can see it in your eyes
You mean all of what you say
I remember so long ago
See, I felt the same way

Now we both have spearate lives and lovers
Insignificantly enough we both have significant others
Only time will tell
Time will turn and tell

We are who we were then
Could of been lovers
But at least your still my day late friend
We are who,
We are who we were then
Who knew what we knew now
Could of been more
But at least your still my day late friend
We are who,
We are who we were then

But thoughts may change
And times they rearange
I don't know who you are anymore
But thoughts come and go
And this I know
I'm not who you recall anymore
But I must confess
You're so much more than I remember
Can't help but entertain this thought
Thoughts of us together

We are who we were then
Could of been lovers
But at least your still my day late friend
We are who,
We are who we were then
Who knew what we knew now
Could of been more
But atleast your still my day late friend
We are who,
We are who we were then
My day late friend

So let me get this straight
All these years and you were nowhere to be found
And now you want me for your own
But you're a day late and my love's just still renown

We are who we were then
Could of been lovers
But at least your still my day late friend
We are who,
We are who we were then
Who knew what we knew now
Could of been more
But at least your still my day late friend
We are who,
We are who we were then
&lt;br&gt;.. for the &lt;s&gt;two zero zero six&lt;/s&gt; and before.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4frgSZrmZPA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4frgSZrmZPA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ a new letter word sentence paragraph,&lt;br&gt;.. page chapter cover story book begins once again.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116764187448905634?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116764187448905634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116764187448905634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116764187448905634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116764187448905634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2007/01/translation-to-destination.html' title='Translation To A Destination'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116714516474855515</id><published>2006-12-26T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:31:54.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless Steps And Printed Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;raining cats and dogs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;squirels and mice in the foot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;wet holes with fresh floods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.frontier-i.com/ishop/images/758/vans_classic_slip_on_hemp_black_white_loden.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;skate slip-on (black/white/loden)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;monetary reasons unaccepted&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;rainbow seasons with showers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;thank you&lt;/u&gt; miss for the undeserving materials&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;having you&lt;/u&gt; is honestly more then enough&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;happy as always &lt;u&gt;with you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;sealed with glue&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy

I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby

And what it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working

I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby

And what it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette

And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a peace sign

I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby

I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
But I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano

And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything is just fine fine fine
Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab
&lt;br&gt;.. pocket really full of roses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qaKS2Szmjc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qaKS2Szmjc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ shaken yet stirred to perfection.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116714516474855515?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116714516474855515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116714516474855515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116714516474855515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116714516474855515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/speechless-steps-and-printed-shirt.html' title='Speechless Steps And Printed Shirt'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116705923133547947</id><published>2006-12-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:09:38.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudonym Of Half A Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;six months before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;a moment appreciated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;seconds until hopefully infinity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x49.xanga.com/b2de04e0d913498575265/z42887751.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;such simple sweetness it was&lt;br&gt;the couple headed to the garden of seoul&lt;br&gt;related chefs at barbecue work&lt;br&gt;pictures were taken of the delicious reflections&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/peach.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;much of the cooked was eaten&lt;br&gt;the japanese sushi and slices of macaroni cold cuts&lt;br&gt;tidal waves passed since the moonlight shines&lt;br&gt;never could imagine the times lasted beyond&lt;br&gt;with those pearly tears passed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/half.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the vicinity of takashimaya singapore&lt;br&gt;around the lure of kinokuniya bookstore&lt;br&gt;strawberry ice cream with lemon tea&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;abliss with having the significant other in life&lt;br&gt;with much love and happiness&lt;br&gt;a hope to a story that never ends&lt;br&gt;exit a small step ahead to be continued&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dedication; Aly &amp; Aj - Chemicals React&lt;br&gt;.. specially for the dearest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you make me feel out of my element
like i'm walkin' on broken glass
like my worlds spinnin' in slow motion
and you're movin' too fast

were you right, was i wrong
were you weak, was i strong, yeah
both of us broken
caught in the moment
we lived and we loved
and we hurt and we joked, yeah
but the planets all aligned
when you looked into my eyes
and just like that 
the chemicals react
the chemicals react

you make me feel out of my element
like i'm drifting out to the sea
like the tides pullin' me in deeper
makin' it harder to breathe

we cannot deny, how we feel inside
we cannot deny

were you right, was i wrong
were you weak, was i strong, yeah
both of us broken
caught in the moment
we lived and we loved
and we hurt and we joked, yeah
but the planets all aligned
when you looked into my eyes
and just like that 
the chemicals react
the chemicals react

kaleidoscope of colors 
turning hopes on fire, sun is burning
shining down on both of us
don't let us lose it

were you right, was i wrong
were you weak, was i strong, yeah
both of us broken
caught in the moment
we lived and we loved
and we hurt and we joked, yeah

we lived
we loved
we hurt
we joked
we're right
we're wrong
we're weak
we're strong
we lived to love

but the planets all aligned
when you looked into my eyes
and just like that
watch the chemicals react
and just like that
the chemicals react&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. happy anniversary.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvtHgBYYMUo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvtHgBYYMUo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ enough said.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116705923133547947?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116705923133547947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116705923133547947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116705923133547947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116705923133547947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/pseudonym-of-half-reality.html' title='Pseudonym Of Half A Reality'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_peach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116670631482439309</id><published>2006-12-21T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:23:15.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons With Decisons No Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a block of a thinker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;no poets or solicitates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the couple of few days before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x98.xanga.com/696c372472c3095570123/z54720274.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;notes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;floats from yesterday and before&lt;br&gt;droplets of floods these freeze&lt;br&gt;the floods in the workplace and the headaches&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;aftermath of the switches inclined&lt;br&gt;the hut in marina suqare instead&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/soup-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the viewer of the soup&lt;br&gt;explanations and exemptions focused&lt;br&gt;in simple saying with forgiveness&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/spagetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tour the entire state of toons&lt;br&gt;search for the elusive mechanical clocks&lt;br&gt;in time for the natural beauty gifts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/composed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/meatballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;life is certainly a mystery&lt;br&gt;fingers on a keyboard broken&lt;br&gt;the television that goes blank&lt;br&gt;the silent receiver on the phones&lt;br&gt;who really stops to listen anyways&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Unwritten Law - Save Me&lt;br&gt;~ hear and see the video below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had a bad day, don't talk to me,
gonna ride this out,
My little black heart, breaks apart,
with your big mouth.

And I'm sick of my sickness
Don't touch me, you'll get this.
I'm useless, lazy, perverted,
and you hate me.

You can't save me,
You can't change me,
Well I'm waiting for my wakeup call,
And everything, everything's my fault.

Went to the doctor, and I asked her,
to make this stop.
Got medication, a new addiction,
Thanks a lot.

I had to relapse, I'm bad at rehabs
It ruins everything.
So point your finger, at the singer,
He's in the pharmacy.

You can't save me,
You can't change me,
Well I'm waiting for my wake up call,
and everything's my fault.

You can't save me,
You can't blame me,
Well I'm waiting here to take a fall,
and everything, and everything's my fault.

And I'm a death threat haven't slept yet,
Baby why the wake up call
I'm the bad boy tell the tabloids
everything's my fault.

Yeah, write it write it,
Everything's my fault,
everything's my fault.

I went to heaven, but couldn't get in,
For what I have done.
I said please take me, they said you're crazy
you had too much fun.

You can't save me,
You can't change me,
Well I'm waiting for my wake up call,
and everything's my fault.

You can't save me,
You can't blame me,
Well I'm waiting here to take a fall,
and everything, everything's my fault.

You can't change me,
You can't save me,
You can't change me,
Everything's my fault.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. being speechless is never a solution really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7FSm5t7Ha4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7FSm5t7Ha4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ when in doubt.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116670631482439309?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116670631482439309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116670631482439309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116670631482439309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116670631482439309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/reasons-with-decisons-no-doubt.html' title='Reasons With Decisons No Doubt'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_soup-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116633304058507558</id><published>2006-12-17T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T13:24:00.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings Impractical</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;You are The Sun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Happiness, Content, Joy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116633304058507558?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116633304058507558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116633304058507558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116633304058507558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116633304058507558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/feelings-impractical.html' title='Feelings Impractical'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116567563314624879</id><published>2006-12-09T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:04:15.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With The Town Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;was sleepy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;due to working&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sleepless night before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c121/purple_turkey/myspace/xanga/imagine.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this was what happened today&lt;br&gt;flea market serenade of lime branded&lt;br&gt;gone crazy with this video advertisment competition&lt;br&gt;some unknown &lt;a href="http://www.podcast.sg/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;site&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of many local uncertainties&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;singapore's mediacorp thingy with two blonde bombshells&lt;br&gt;inside those goodie bags unknowingly&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;two&lt;/u&gt; compact discs &lt;u&gt;free&lt;/u&gt; without any strings attached&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; cd: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eyes-Open-Snow-Patrol/dp/B000F3UADO"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Snow Patrol - Eyes Open&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;second&lt;/u&gt; cd: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shayne-Ward/dp/B000EYK0Z2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shayne Ward - Shayne Ward&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the organiser eventually told us&lt;br&gt;there were fifteen different ones to get&lt;br&gt;especially when few of them is autographed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;special thanks:&lt;u&gt;Ang Wenyong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;my buddy whom dragged me out to see the sights&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;singapura's central of fast foods and wackiness&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if wern't:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IPod_shuffle"&gt;&lt;u&gt;iPod shuffle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;wouldn't have been won&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;get the picture and go figure&lt;br&gt;with the autographed second cd&lt;br&gt;he faints there and then&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;missed&lt;/u&gt; the &lt;i&gt;dearest&lt;/i&gt; instead&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116567563314624879?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116567563314624879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116567563314624879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116567563314624879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116567563314624879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/with-town-above.html' title='With The Town Above'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116541470211289304</id><published>2006-12-06T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:35:38.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miniature Safari Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a stamp on the wrist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;a stomp in the mist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the birds and the bees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b279/xx_no_onexx/themoridingdino.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinosaurs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a virgin in the zoological gardens&lt;br&gt;first time in reminiscence in chidhood&lt;br&gt;the years beyond to see baby animals&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/parrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;white cheetahs and black zebras with stripes&lt;br&gt;background of the couple of hours journey&lt;br&gt;before the jungle closes&lt;br&gt;the video editions of energetic otters&lt;br&gt;who swam upside down really&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/tigeress.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;fierce resemblance of the tigeress&lt;br&gt;if looked closely closer&lt;br&gt;there were orchids and sleepy tourists in abundance&lt;br&gt;interactive shows closed with roads wide open&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/zebras.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;backs of green hills with slopes for trekking&lt;br&gt;weirdest kinds of critters galore&lt;br&gt;perfumed island smells to be imagined instead&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/meerkat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a meerkat perched in a tree&lt;br&gt;food for the green anacondas in reptile city&lt;br&gt;a pit stop to rest the weary&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/anaconda.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/glimpse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;through the abandoned caged doors with webs&lt;br&gt;furry creature features within a touch&lt;br&gt;too close for comfort with tiny shrieks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/marmoset.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the marmoset with cotton ears&lt;br&gt;scared the dearest in a second&lt;br&gt;in the face of a rattlesnake&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/rattlesnake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the beauty and the beast was just a story&lt;br&gt;never ends in real life probably&lt;br&gt;she was taken by the proboscis monkey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/proboscis.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;towards antarctica the journey goes&lt;br&gt;towards the nothern islands of the aquarium&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/beak.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/beak2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the live favorite penguins the ran around naked&lt;br&gt;in their small little world&lt;br&gt;a kiss he received from his fans&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/beak3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/beak4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;punked with a manatee to boot&lt;br&gt;the biggest swimming mammal in the area&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/beak5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/manatee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;still walks in the evening&lt;br&gt;they found some ancient linings&lt;br&gt;jungle poised individuality&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/poised.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/poised2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;glow in the dark fun&lt;br&gt;nearing the end at the giftshop&lt;br&gt;the journey to the zoo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;seen the polar bears eventually&lt;br&gt;some precious time with the significant other&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as the timed home&lt;br&gt;where were the tarzan swingers answered&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Savage Garden - The Animal Song&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head 
And television freak show cops and robbers everywhere 
Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far 
I've got to break away 
So take my hand now 

'Cause I want to live like animals 
Careless and free like animals 
I want to liveI want to run through the jungle 
With wind in my hair and the sand at my feet 

I don't have any difficulties keeping to myself 
Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf 
Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie 
Which one is more human 
There's a thought, now you decide 

Compassion in the jungle 
Compassion in your hands, yeah 
Would you like to make a run for it 
Would you like to take my hand, yeah 

'Cause I want to live like animals 
Careless and free like animals 
I want to liveI want to run through the jungle 
With wind in my hair and the sand at my feet
 
Sometimes this life can get you down 
It's so confusing 
There's so many rules to follow 
And I feel it 
'Cause I just run away in my mind 

Superstars and cannonballs running through your head 
Television freak show cops and robbers everywhere 
Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie 
Which one is more human 
There's a thought, now you decide 

Compassion in the jungle 
Compassion in your hands, yeah 
Would you like to make a run for it 
Would you like to take my hand
&lt;br&gt;.. enough said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUO0SWiv59Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUO0SWiv59Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ the parrot has spoken.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116541470211289304?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116541470211289304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116541470211289304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116541470211289304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116541470211289304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/miniature-safari-hunt.html' title='A Miniature Safari Hunt'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_parrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116507025052663268</id><published>2006-12-02T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:50:35.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt Like Middle East</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take it easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;follow the way baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;just relax without tension&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sloths.co.uk/faq/sloths.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sloths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;library soul searching in bugis&lt;br&gt;clouded windy heart of singapore&lt;br&gt;seasoned the rice and meals provided&lt;br&gt;traveled to the street of arabia&lt;br&gt;the traffic and headlights crowded&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/arab.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;vintage bags with clothes galore&lt;br&gt;priceless trip to research wasted her information&lt;br&gt;in another books full of shelfs&lt;br&gt;the usage of sex appeal in advertisments&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116507025052663268?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116507025052663268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116507025052663268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116507025052663268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116507025052663268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/felt-like-middle-east.html' title='Felt Like Middle East'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_arab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116498373144872029</id><published>2006-12-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:59:29.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding The Impact Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;copy and paste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;click and drag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;words and phrases&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.baessler-sekt.de/img/ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ribbon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;World's AIDS Day is Friday,
December 1 --
a day commemorating the millions of lives lost to this deadly disease,
reminding us of the millions suffering from HIV or AIDS,
and the millions still at risk.
AIDS has killed more than 25 million people,
making it one of the most destructive epidemics in recorded history.
Despite recent,
improved access to antiretroviral treatment
and care in many regions of the world,
the AIDS epidemic claimed an estimated 3.1 million
(between 2.8 and 3.6 million) lives in 2005 of which,
more than half a million (570,000) were children.

Let these numbers sink in.
They are huge.
As YouthAIDS (&lt;a href="http://projects.psi.org/site/PageServer?pagename=home_homepageindex"&gt;youthaids.org&lt;/a&gt;) National Yoga Ambassador,
Seane Corn points out,
"There is no vaccine and there is no cure and the life-extending drugs
that are available to us in this country are far out of reach
for most of the 40 million people who currently live with HIV."
She also points out some other harsh stats: 


&lt;li&gt;Two young people become infected with HIV every hour in the U.S.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;50% of all new infections occur in young people
between the ages of 15-24.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Most of them don't know they carry the virus.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;15 million children have been orphaned by AIDS --
that is the equivalent to every American child under the age of 5.&lt;/li&gt; 
&lt;li&gt;AIDS kills one child every minute.&lt;/li&gt;


What can you do?
You can take action that shows you care:

&lt;li&gt;Wear a red ribbon&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Talk to people&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go to an event&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get involved&lt;/li&gt;


For further information about how to learn more and/or get involved
go to &lt;a href="http://projects.psi.org/site/PageServer?pagename=home_homepageindex"&gt;youthaids.org&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.omhrc.gov/hivaidsobservances/"&gt;omhrc.gov/hivaidsobservances&lt;/a&gt;.
You can make a difference.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/focus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;accompanied the lady home tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;minus all the times alone revising&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;the lonely not cranky feelings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;she makes a difference in my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;a beauty in whatever simple clothings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;hopefully patiently interactive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;an outgoing introvert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;li&gt;gets him involved at times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No Use For A Name - International You Day&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm sorry that it took so long 
to write this song 
but i gave up 
you see one million words can't describe 
how it feels 
to know your love 

where did i go wrong? 
i should have told you from the start 
that i'm closer then you think 
when we're apart 
nothing that i've tried 
is as simple as this line 

but without you 
my life is incomplete 
my days are absolutely gray 
and so I'll try 
let your heart know for sure 
that i have so much more to tell you 
every single day 

i swear i'm giving up my inside 
to the one 
that i adored 
i know this world is big enough 
for you and i 
but i'll give you more 

i'm coming home today 
to wipe the tear drop from your eyes 
i'm totally enamored by your life 
nothing that i've done 
has ever been for one 

but without you 
my life is incomplete 
my days are absolutely gray 
and so I'll try 
let your heart know for sure 
that i have so much more to tell you 
every single day 

my life is incomplete 
my rites are absolutely gone 
so wake me up 
before you leave today 
something i need to say 
cause they'll be nothing when you're gone
&lt;br&gt;.. really true with chocolate cream on top.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aA0D5m7S7pY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aA0D5m7S7pY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ fresh tip of the day,&lt;br&gt;.. just the words not the music.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116498373144872029?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116498373144872029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116498373144872029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116498373144872029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116498373144872029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/12/understanding-impact-missed.html' title='Understanding The Impact Missed'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_focus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116486736051629844</id><published>2006-11-30T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:54:52.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Questions And Answers Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;insert life of a national service officer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;plus the watch with twenty five minutes to late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps it was too early instead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b201/sabrinaf/black.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;records&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;seeing the monitor that couldn't be bothered&lt;br&gt;too sensitive to ask any wrong questions&lt;br&gt;talked to himself instead&lt;br&gt;rauna to anuar&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ how are you these days?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm perfectly fine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ serving national service?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ what vocation exactly?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;as a man in blue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ catch any criminals yet?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's not all about catching criminals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;my job in a division as a pratroling officer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;morning then night shifts then rest two days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;posted in the east while living in the north.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;go figure the traveling calculation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ basically what do you do each shift?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;mostly arrive an hour earlier then my colleagues.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;whom have appointed me as the maintenance officer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ what kind of cases?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;various in sensitivity and kinds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;noise pollutions and household disputes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;insane people that's mentally unstable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;missing pesons' found and drugs declared.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ how do you keep track of them?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;more things to do and write as the bigger the cases goes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;the camera handling and report printings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ do you get worried?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe i'm paranoid at times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;because each day is never the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;one moment i might be just cruising and the next chasing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's no control whether today will be in danger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;it feels good to come home to see the family.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;to occasionally see my buddies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;to simply have a conversation with the dearest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/burgerking.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ the dearest?&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;my significant other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;whom at times i let my ego get the best of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm truly sorry for being late and making careless mistakes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;half true when she mentioned that certain time i don't understand you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;i felt i did and opened up to ask in the first place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;a risky obvious question that wasn't worth it eventually.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;now i have zero obvious topics.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;i listened and talked to myself lately.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;in conclusion he should keep any inquisitive stuff to myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;hopefully try to better understand you my lady.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a classic; Boxcar Racer - There Is&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This vacation's useless
These white pills aren't kind
I've given a lot of thought on this 13-hour drive
I miss the grinding concrete where we sat past 8 or 9
And slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights
I've given a lot of thought to the nights we use to have
The days have come and gone
Our lives went by so fast
I faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor
Where I laid and told you, but you swear you loved me more

Do you care if i don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
Will i shake this off, pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is

Those notes you wrote me
I've kept them all
I've given a lot of thought of how to write you back this fall
With every single letter in every single word
There will be a hidden message about a boy that
loves a girl

Do you care if i don't know what to say
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
Will i shake this off, pretend it's all okay 
that there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is

Do you care if i don't know what to say?
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
Will i shake this off, pretend it's all okay 
That there's someone out there who feels just like me

Do you care if i don't know what to say?
Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me
Will i shake this off, pretend it's all okay
That there's someone out there who feels just like me
There is
&lt;br&gt;..us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYfbTPP6YgY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYfbTPP6YgY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ i miss you.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116486736051629844?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116486736051629844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116486736051629844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116486736051629844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116486736051629844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-questions-and-answers-scene.html' title='Some Questions And Answers Scene'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_burgerking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116462876900588144</id><published>2006-11-27T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:25:44.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers Plus Sunshine Equals Sunflowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the day is such a bright little thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially since the twilight ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting for life that goes on crossings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://aycu01.webshots.com/image/5360/2004020800492562350_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;railroad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;each day goes by without a trace&lt;br&gt;the mild many acquaintance and friends dissolved&lt;br&gt;spent a moment in banquet&lt;br&gt;perhaps time should be treasured quietly&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;admit missing the lady in revision&lt;br&gt;to sit to the front of a monitor&lt;br&gt;in high definition of resolution&lt;br&gt;to stop himself to be a disturbance&lt;br&gt;unless she starts the coversations&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Speaks - High&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Will it ever be?
I've tried so hard to find sweet serenity
Are you still afraid?
Just close your eyes and dream, and feel it fade away.

Time won't flow, everyone knows
When the pain fades away
And dreams won't die, with tears in our eyes
You've got to hold your head up high..

It's taken some time,
And I've given up the will to change your state of mind
Try and understand,
It's not so hard to see that I am just a man.

Time won't flow, everyone knows
When the pain fades away
And dreams won't die, with tears in our eyes
You've got to hold your head up high..

Will it ever be?
I've tried so hard to find sweet serenity
Try and understand,
It's not so hard to see that I am just a man.

Time won't flow, everyone knows
When the pain fades away
And dreams won't die, with tears in our eyes
You've got to hold your head up high..
&lt;br&gt;.. dreams.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSpjT4uvtNE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSpjT4uvtNE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ of you and me.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116462876900588144?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116462876900588144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116462876900588144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116462876900588144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116462876900588144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/flowers-plus-sunshine-equals.html' title='Flowers Plus Sunshine Equals Sunflowers'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116446507345340722</id><published>2006-11-25T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:07:55.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Of Fingers In A Palm</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleepless tonight perhaps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;speechless perhaps to mouth anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;since forced to listen to himself lately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x10.xanga.com/831d73065703787970857/z58795162.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there are some things better left unsaid&lt;br&gt;not for the views of the light hearted&lt;br&gt;deeply sorry for the questions asked&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;special dedication; The Cardigans - Lovefool&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dear, I fear we're facing a problem 
You love me no longer, I know and 
Maybe there is nothing that I can do 
To make you do 

Mama tells me I shouldn't bother 
That I ought to stick to another man 
A man that surely deserves me 
But I think you do 

So I cried, I prayed and I begged 

Love me, love me, say that you love me 
Fool me, fool me, go on and fool me 
Love me, love me, pretend that you love me 
Leave me, leave me, just say that you need me 

So I cry, and I beg for you to 

Love me, love me, say that you love me 
Leave me, leave me, just say that you need me 
I can't care 'bout anything but you 

Lately, I have desperately pondered 
Spent my nights awake and I wonder 
What I could have done in another way 
To make you stay 

Reason will not lead to solution 
I will end up lost in confusion 
I don't care if you really care 
As long as you don't go 

So I cry, I pray and I beg 

Love me, love me, say that you love me 
Fool me, fool me, go on and fool me 
Love me, love me, pretend that you love me 
Leave me, leave me, just say that you need me 

So I cry, and I beg for you to 

Love me, love me, say that you love me 
Leave me, leave me, just say that you need me 
I can't care 'bout anything but you 
Anything but you 

Love me, love me, say that you love me 
Fool me, fool me, go on and fool me 
Love me, love me, I know that you need me 
I can't care 'bout anything but you
&lt;br&gt;.. loved instead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0xh4fl2dyms"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0xh4fl2dyms" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. five, four, three, two, one,&lt;br&gt;~ months with you.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116446507345340722?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116446507345340722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116446507345340722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116446507345340722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116446507345340722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/number-of-fingers-in-palm.html' title='Number Of Fingers In A Palm'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116437473659217473</id><published>2006-11-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:56:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Distances With Considerable Substances</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never walk in the spoilt shoes of a fellow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;there will be holes in it to fill up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the rainwater and drenched feet possibilities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://xb9.xanga.com/19f025355373488944927/z11069843.bmp"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;penguins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the movie topic of the half afternoon&lt;br&gt;was watching happy feet&lt;br&gt;shown in antartica full of singing penguins&lt;br&gt;there were tiny furry cuteness&lt;br&gt;practically jolly and chubbiness relaxing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/penguins.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;since the location she chose was in his hometown&lt;br&gt;to drag the time he felt moody&lt;br&gt;purely no reason but just to extend it&lt;br&gt;to exercise the relaxed mental mind&lt;br&gt;just a few debate perhaps&lt;br&gt;honestly no pun nor harm intended&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for the dearest; Jason Mraz - Life Is Wonderful&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It takes a crane to build a crane
it takes two floors to make a story
it takes an egg to make a hen
it takes a hen to make an egg
there is no end to what i'm saying

it takes a thought to make a word
and it takes some words to make an action
and it takes some work to make it work
it takes some good to make it hurt
it takes some bad for satisfaction

ah la la la la la la la life is wonderful
ah la la la la la la life goes full circle
ah la la la la la la life is wonderful
ah la la la la

it takes a night to make it dawn
and it takes a day to you yawn brother
and it takes some old to make you young
it takes some cold to know the sun
it takes the one to have the other

and it takes no time to fall in love
but it takes you years to know what love is
and it takes some fears to make you trust
it takes those tears to make it rust
it takes the dust to have it polished

ah la la la la la la life is wonderful
ha la la la la la la life goes full circle
ha la la la la la la life is wonderful
ha la la la

it is so
and it is so

it takes some silence to make sound
and it takes a loss before you found it
and it takes a road to go nowhere
it takes a toll to make you care
it takes a hole to make a mountain

ha la la la la la la life is wonderful
ha la la la la la la life goes full circle
ha la la la la la la life is wonderful
ha la la la la la la life is meaningful
ha la la la la la la life is wonderful
ha la la la la la

it is so wonderful
and it is so meaningful
it is so wonderful
it is meaningful
it is wonderful
it is meaningful
it goes full circle
wonderful
meaningful
full circle
wonderful
&lt;br&gt;.. with you especially lah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5tJMFMGQ3g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5tJMFMGQ3g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. happy revising during the weekends.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116437473659217473?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116437473659217473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116437473659217473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116437473659217473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116437473659217473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/short-distances-with-considerable.html' title='Short Distances With Considerable Substances'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_penguins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116429403287476966</id><published>2006-11-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:35:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About The Flipside</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;simply no questions with just considerable answers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;a sense of invulnerability to a male dominant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;is  telling the obvious truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x05.xanga.com/47b011621833589815639/z14395101.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crashes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;lots of people comes then goes away&lt;br&gt;occasional stays or some potential stray&lt;br&gt;a bit sense of needed affection with a tiny hug&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;some listening ears without being asked&lt;br&gt;being physically there and mentally aware&lt;br&gt;needed capabilities of each day unworried&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;where language is a barrier overcome by vast gadgets&lt;br&gt;dread these tired feelings and second loneliness&lt;br&gt;a note to himself with a white little lie&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. fades to black.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116429403287476966?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116429403287476966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116429403287476966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116429403287476966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116429403287476966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-about-flipside.html' title='All About The Flipside'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116400993848769061</id><published>2006-11-20T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:33:46.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows And All Of The Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it seems probably a long while since in here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;days goes driven to the times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;simply a roller coaster joyride perhaps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x26.xanga.com/0cca60eb42c3348762142/z23519593.jpe"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;splashes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;of colours here and there these past few weeks&lt;br&gt;or is it only been just the past couple few of days&lt;br&gt;how was he to know in simplicity&lt;br&gt;it suddenly seems a quite short of a while&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;an american presidential deployment in a five star hotel&lt;br&gt;more then twelve hours in sunny singapura called shangri-la&lt;br&gt;the diplomat himself had a very ultra sleek shiny limousine&lt;br&gt;statute stood in traffic attire&lt;br&gt;three days and two nights of sleeping at the workplace&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a thinner haircut with an even shorter fringe&lt;br&gt;much to his many disapproval's tea&lt;br&gt;of cheer ups from the patient dearest&lt;br&gt;for her and as come what may goes&lt;br&gt;the many days and these after nights&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ The Cure - Friday I'm In Love&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't care if monday's blue 
Tuesday's grey and wednesday too 
Thursday i don't care about you 
It's friday i'm in love 
Monday you can fall apart 
Tuesday wednesday break my heart 
Thursday doesn't even start 
It's friday i'm in love 

Saturday wait 
And sunday always comes too late 
But friday never hesitate... 

I don't care if monday's black 
Tuesday wednesday heart attack 
Thursday never looking back 
It's friday i'm in love 

Monday you can hold your head 
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed 
Or thursday watch the walls instead 
It's friday i'm in love 

Saturday wait 
And sunday always comes too late 
But friday never hesitate... 

Dressed up to the eyes 
It's a wonderful surprise 
To see your shoes and your spirits rise 
Throwing out your frown 
And just smiling at the sound 
And as sleek as a shriek 
Spinning round and round 
Always take a big bite 
It's such a gorgeous sight 
To see you eat in the middle of the night 
You can never get enough 
Enough of this stuff 
It's friday 
I'm in love
&lt;br&gt;.. truly simply do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISwwwTvY-uo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISwwwTvY-uo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday,&lt;br&gt;.. friday, saturday and sunday passed by.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116400993848769061?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116400993848769061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116400993848769061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116400993848769061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116400993848769061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/rainbows-and-all-of-above.html' title='Rainbows And All Of The Above'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116334308678927085</id><published>2006-11-12T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:24:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rains Of Sunshine In The Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a day ago it rained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;who cares whether drenched or dry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;he'll be by her side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/1048/byxhorizon4wj.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;space&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;movements seemed to passed by without a trance&lt;br&gt;shoes wet and a flu's coming&lt;br&gt;a little headache's been felt&lt;br&gt;water drops thin paper&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/drenched.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;emotional cut on the eyes&lt;br&gt;he's drunk when sleepy due to a sudden shift&lt;br&gt;the night before and morning after&lt;br&gt;the sixth day of the week&lt;br&gt;the curtains of his found to be awesome in the early hours&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/curtains.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the day after the drops perhaps&lt;br&gt;sorrows felt blown away in an instant&lt;br&gt;the faints and photographs in an incredible reality&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Christina Aguilera - Hurt&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you
But I know you won't be there

I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

Some days I feel broken inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to this,

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself,

If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I've missed you
Since you've been away
It's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time

I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you
&lt;br&gt;.. sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eIfqA-0w9XU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eIfqA-0w9XU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ good luck in the endeavours ahead,&lt;br&gt;.. my dearest.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116334308678927085?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116334308678927085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116334308678927085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116334308678927085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116334308678927085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/rains-of-sunshine-in-eyes.html' title='Rains Of Sunshine In The Eyes'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_drenched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116315115709961983</id><published>2006-11-10T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:51:31.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Sweet Morning Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;plastered to a the wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;an early morning call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;high rised to a fall in a mall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x74.xanga.com/5c8d536477d3479894362/z50963464.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posterised&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at times looked back&lt;br&gt;too much perhaps&lt;br&gt;in another early chapter&lt;br&gt;pointed to the movie of his life&lt;br&gt;he's had the fast food's been travelled&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/thin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;days of being a teenager&lt;br&gt;much appreciated yet seldom seem to be&lt;br&gt;the kentucky's fried chicken in an area of bishan&lt;br&gt;the topless cheese with delicious cutlery&lt;br&gt;had our western fishes mixed up&lt;br&gt;to the trains to school eventually&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ a classic to smooth the senses..&lt;br&gt;Madonna - Like A Prayer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I heard you call my name
And it feels like home

When you call my name, it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour, I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there

I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me

When you call my name, it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour, I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there

Like a child you whisper softly to me
You're in control just like a child
Now I'm dancing
It's like a dream, no end and no beginning
You're here with me, it's like a dream
Let the choir sing

When you call my name, it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour, I can feel your power
Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there

Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery
Just like a dream, you are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice your voice can take me there

Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me
&lt;br&gt;.. life's certainly a mystery.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-R8yo-6ng_E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-R8yo-6ng_E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ don't worry be happy.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116315115709961983?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116315115709961983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116315115709961983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116315115709961983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116315115709961983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/double-sweet-morning-madness.html' title='Double Sweet Morning Madness'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_thin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116291281446295307</id><published>2006-11-07T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:31:37.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Mechanism Dysfunctionality</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it happens in an instant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the receiver didn't broadcast his words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;silence is the unwanted golden egg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toysrus.ca/TRUCA/images/common/prod/FE364871_1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;one or two or even three days ago&lt;br&gt;the stop and story of a broken handphone&lt;br&gt;for a second instant&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;missed the usual contacts&lt;br&gt;the much usual suspects and the love&lt;br&gt;private emails and housecalls&lt;br&gt;instant messangers aren't any convertible&lt;br&gt;driven the long lonely road&lt;br&gt;without the favourite numbered buttons and receiver&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/haze.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;long last today's been repaired&lt;br&gt;talking seems to be a much realised&lt;br&gt;better form then texting&lt;br&gt;coversations much uninterrupted&lt;br&gt;by birds chirping in the foreground&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;reminding how technology is such a waste&lt;br&gt;when not used properly&lt;br&gt;the fans especially in the background&lt;br&gt;last minute outings and priceless moments spent&lt;br&gt;technicality for a much valued individual&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. my sleepyhead.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116291281446295307?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116291281446295307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116291281446295307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116291281446295307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116291281446295307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-mechanism-dysfunctionality.html' title='Love Mechanism Dysfunctionality'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_haze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116256545743335161</id><published>2006-11-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:25:00.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense Of Wit And Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was a such a short simple version&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;pure movie magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;plus a much anticipated rank received&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deathgod.org/multi/wall/loveapples_686.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;caught a fast screening of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Note"&gt;death note&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;felt it has a great storyline&lt;br&gt;when there's few especially in the whole theatre&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.manganimation.net/review/death_note/40s.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.manganimation.net/review/death_note/40s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;names written within forty seconds&lt;br&gt;to the halt of the heart&lt;br&gt;bored individuals could do with a notebook at hand&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the couple faced with an evil look&lt;br&gt;somewhere up north to the plaza near the sun&lt;br&gt;to kill without a single touch of reality&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;breathe in a single word too deeply&lt;br&gt;probability and statistics of both work and school&lt;br&gt;tires the mental state these two individuals&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/corporal.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;went ahead to the team function&lt;br&gt;down to the aloha east&lt;br&gt;received this token in plastic&lt;br&gt;with congratulations from those around&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. sorry he doesn't deserve it really,&lt;br&gt;~ the movie had a second episode; the last name.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116256545743335161?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116256545743335161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116256545743335161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116256545743335161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116256545743335161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/sense-of-wit-and-happiness.html' title='Sense Of Wit And Happiness'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116239599671517868</id><published>2006-11-01T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:42:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes Needed For Translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the first day of november&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the weather's going wet sooner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;drop drizzles and sizzles on the many faces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/idapgi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;attended a weird language case this day&lt;br&gt;for someone who seldom uses mandarin&lt;br&gt;especially when most still didn't know he studied&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;some malay guy out there actually volunteered&lt;br&gt;to use his secret ability to converse&lt;br&gt;in reality during an indonesian home devastation&lt;br&gt;by a chinese tuition teacher who wouldn't leave&lt;br&gt;refusal to give even her particulars&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in our seat she screams in my ears&lt;br&gt;stayed and dragged til a conclusion&lt;br&gt;to pacify peace she's told to leave&lt;br&gt;spoken in her tongue he did&lt;br&gt;a success in confidence by yours truly&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yet the confidality was breached eventually&lt;br&gt;more then a year later the regular rest knows&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the months come by faster then it seems&lt;br&gt;woke up feelings unpredictable&lt;br&gt;mondays to sundays a blur&lt;br&gt;weekdays and weekends remixed to confusion&lt;br&gt;whatever whenever come what may's&lt;br&gt;simply treasures the short sweet moments of practicalities&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Rocket Summer - This Is Me&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everyday I wake up late.
Since I quit my day job I have been sane.
But responsibilities sure do remain, but I'll just let them wait.

Because I don't know what I am doing now,
and I wont try to act like it cuz I sure don't know how.
And I'll admit that I don't know,
just where I'm going on this long and winding road
that's taking me to what will be my home.

So stare and see this is me,
and I will be just what I need to believe
that something is what I'm gonna be.
And what you do is what you do and what I do needs to be true.
The things I do maybe need to be thought through,
but just remember what's right for me, might be not right for you.

Staring at this mirror and I'm wondering who you are.
Right now is a time for searching and I just wish I had a car
to drive a long distance and just think about the war,
and now life's got so much more.

Because I don't know what I am doing now,
and I wont try to act like it cuz I sure don't know how.
And I'll admit that I don't know,
just where I'm going on this long and winding road
that's taking me to what will be my home.

So stare and see this is me,
and I will be just what I need to believe
that something is what I'm gonna be.
And what you do is what you do,
and what I do needs to be true.
The things I do maybe need to be thought through...
But I know what I want to do and I want it to be true.
And yeah I'd be the first to say that of course I'll listen to you,
but remember what's right for me, might be not right for you
&lt;br&gt;.. he realises so too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyavFNpqTyg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyavFNpqTyg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ sorry for the surprise attacks on the heart,&lt;br&gt;.. a complicated institution when the handphone's dead.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116239599671517868?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116239599671517868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116239599671517868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116239599671517868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116239599671517868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/11/echoes-needed-for-translation.html' title='Echoes Needed For Translation'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116222765453785198</id><published>2006-10-31T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T15:46:01.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Selfish Selfless Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleepless on the first day of the week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;a case of the blues on a monday perhaps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the early transition to tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hemmy.net/images/funny/funnysign01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the few last things to do;&lt;br&gt;* wishing someone sweet dreams&lt;br&gt;* silent treatments to be understood&lt;br&gt;* adult presumptions to a preschooler&lt;br&gt;* resting before the night ends&lt;br&gt;* to converse instead of plain text&lt;br&gt;* the ten before twelve telecasted moments&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. if each day was a simple first date rewound,&lt;br&gt;~ truly looking forward to her after his work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;ps.&lt;/u&gt; loved the fragrance, the dearest who's resting.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116222765453785198?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116222765453785198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116222765453785198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116222765453785198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116222765453785198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/silly-selfish-selfless-me.html' title='Silly Selfish Selfless Me'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116211125306778550</id><published>2006-10-29T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:45:19.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Bit Of Humour Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;these sealed up thoughts exactly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreamt of being bitten by a snake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;clear and distinct as he swung around his arm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x92.xanga.com/4f6a96123833383034029/t56843291.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;where's all the clowns in this blue sea&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;he needs a good laugh perhaps&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;before the mood swings are broken&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;due to severe workload and anxieties&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. enough said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Weezer - Perfect Situation&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's the deal with my brain?
Why am I so obviously insane?
In a perfect situation
I let love down the drain.
There's the pitch, slow and straight.
All I have to do is swing
and I'm a hero, but I'm a zero.

Hungry nights, once again
Now it's getting unbelievable.
'Cause I could not have it better,
But I just can't get no play
From the girls, all around
As they search the night for someone to hold onto.
And I just pass through...

Singing...
Noohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.
Singing...
Noohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.

Get your hands off the girl,
Can't you see that she belongs to me?
And I don't appreciate this excess company.
Though I can't satisfy all the needs she has
And so she starts to wander...
Can you blame her?

Singing...
Noohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.
Singing...
Noohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.

Tell me there's a logic out there.
Leading me to better prepare
For the day that something really special might come.
Tell me there's some hope for me.
I don't wanna be lonely
For the rest of my days on the earth.
Oh..!!


Noohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.
Singing...
Noohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhh oh. Ooohhhhhhhhhh.
Singing...
Noohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
&lt;br&gt;.. let's sing a happy song together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgR-l3fhygw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgR-l3fhygw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ feeling fine before this night shift.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/5773/bunny21bv.gif"&gt;the dearest calls were the best&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/6061/bunny7zy1.gif"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116211125306778550?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116211125306778550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116211125306778550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116211125306778550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116211125306778550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-bit-of-humour-needed.html' title='Just A Bit Of Humour Needed'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116187449132651627</id><published>2006-10-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:02:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decent Table Serving Of Tennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;swing it to the left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;forward right with the back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;handed the tiny plastic ball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/Chelseyt12/piano2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;evening sentiments exactly&lt;br&gt;where planned time goes topsy turvy&lt;br&gt;bright and early from her institution&lt;br&gt;the dearest downtown to his interchange&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/pongsetting.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sitting while in wait&lt;br&gt;many years have passed since he's been&lt;br&gt;in this northern platform&lt;br&gt;single-decked buses traveled to secondary&lt;br&gt;school full of such nerdy times&lt;br&gt;top uniform in white bottom&lt;br&gt;the plays the chases&lt;br&gt;the childish fears corners the levels&lt;br&gt;memories of schoolmates floated by&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she then came with such luggages&lt;br&gt;shared a fast dinner with the king of burgers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/pongamazed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;possibly annoyed with such photo takings&lt;br&gt;the late favourite subject of the moment&lt;br&gt;before headed on to a sudden competition&lt;br&gt;pure tennis on a table full of fascination&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/pongscore.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a subject in which his team won&lt;br&gt;such hobbies of the men in blue&lt;br&gt;the spare time due&lt;br&gt;smacked without a clue&lt;br&gt;his team bravo won&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/pong3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/pong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/pong1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in animation the orange sphere&lt;br&gt;with of course in pictures it suspended&lt;br&gt;needless to say&lt;br&gt;the simple time spent with her&lt;br&gt;was justified truly priceless&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goldfinger - 99 Red Balloons&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You and I in a little toy shop
buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "Something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by.

99 red balloons floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 Decision Street, 99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super-scurry
Call out the troops now in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich fuer schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer haette das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

99 dreams I have had
In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standin' pretty
In the dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here...
And here it is, a red balloon
I think of you and let it go.
&lt;br&gt;.. letting go of balloons anyone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u8R9PQsPpvA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u8R9PQsPpvA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ with pure bliss,&lt;br&gt;.. his adorable sleepyhead.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116187449132651627?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116187449132651627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116187449132651627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116187449132651627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116187449132651627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/decent-table-serving-of-tennis.html' title='A Decent Table Serving Of Tennis'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_pongsetting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116178659847006241</id><published>2006-10-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T02:16:29.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Two Times A Couple Of Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the eyes a simple break from school and work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;who needs the liners in black ink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;when there's plenty of puffy bags to go around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x72.xanga.com/495d260269c3182593251/z50015432.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the grandmother's at work today&lt;br&gt;fancy this independent lady&lt;br&gt;a classic oldie with a classic touch&lt;br&gt;to work in her late seventies&lt;br&gt;didn't get a chance for a simple house call though&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;instead spent the early evening&lt;br&gt;the lady with the plans&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/bliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to travel and explore&lt;br&gt;her very first time to the long lost city of vivo&lt;br&gt;in this truly tiny singapore&lt;br&gt;kids with credit are much appreciated by huge dinosaurs of sale&lt;br&gt;whose newly caves lined with plenty much&lt;br&gt;bargains of high-ended cheaply  described goods&lt;br&gt;an artistically terrible sin for the tiresome eyes&lt;br&gt;pointed where we both simply could tell&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/shake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;still live virgins to ordering there&lt;br&gt;from such a quaint place full of skinny employees&lt;br&gt;the shakes with milk shall remain nameless perhaps&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the triple chocolate chip indulgence&lt;br&gt;the thirst from lemon&lt;br&gt;flavoured glasses of distilled water&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;vouchers for ice cream were introduced for a surprise attack&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;one surprises too many he guessed&lt;br&gt;for the lady otherwise prefered&lt;br&gt;ahead to the basement banquet&lt;br&gt;a detour from the actual warm rooftop secenery&lt;br&gt;for some fabulous steamy hokkien prawn mee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/octopus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for the lady who's completely stuffed&lt;br&gt;by now truly tired to deny&lt;br&gt;from the many snaps from his camera&lt;br&gt;as the theme point of the day was eye bags&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;had to honestly admit this time&lt;br&gt;he's a very bad photographer&lt;br&gt;with beautful memories for tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ a special dedication if she doesn't mind;&lt;br&gt;Blue October - Calling You&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's something I can't quite explain
I'm so in love with you
You'll never take that away
And if i've said it a hundred times before
Expect a thousand more
You'll never take that away

So expect me to be 
Calling you to see
If you're okay when I'm not around
Asking "do you love me"
I love the way you make it sound
Calling you to see
Do I try too hard to make you smile?
To make us smile

I will keep calling you to see
If you're sleeping or you're dreaming
If you're dreaming, are you dreaming of me
I can't believe you actually picked me

I thought that the world had lost it's sway
It's so hard sometimes
Then I fell in love with you
Then came you
And you took that away
It's not so difficult
The world is not so difficult
You take away the old
Show me the new
And I feel like I can fly when i stand next to you
So while I'm on this phone
A hundred miles from home
I'll take the words you gave me and send them back to you

I only want to see
If you're okay when I'm not around
Asking "do you love me"
I love the way you make it sound
Calling you to see
Do I try too hard to make you smile?
To make us smile

I will keep calling you to see
If you're sleeping or you're dreaming
If you're dreaming, are you dreaming of me
I can't believe you actually picked me
&lt;br&gt;.. seriously without saying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLBNajRBwRc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLBNajRBwRc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ two times two equals four moments of not counting;&lt;br&gt;.. just a little bit priceless supposingly.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116178659847006241?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116178659847006241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116178659847006241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116178659847006241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116178659847006241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/simply-two-times-couple-of-months.html' title='Simply Two Times A Couple Of Months'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_bliss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116170552720901462</id><published>2006-10-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:20:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murdered Celebrations He Wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;running away at work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;feelings complete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;without a day missed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x49.xanga.com/317d032a6533082592602/z53431826.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;festive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a last minute decision by the supervisor&lt;br&gt;with simply fine doing romeo&lt;br&gt;a patrol car designated for the front line&lt;br&gt;being supervised instead of supervising the usual&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;on a festive season such as this&lt;br&gt;where all muslims rejoice&lt;br&gt;as a national service implement single&lt;br&gt;today he had to report for morning shift duty&lt;br&gt;a chance for the rest of the regular muslims&lt;br&gt;those with many families for their moments off&lt;br&gt;just to be with their sons and daughters&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the feelings were truly great&lt;br&gt;the non-muslims expect a cranky anuar&lt;br&gt;it didn't happened really&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;from his classic parents seeked the many  forgiveness&lt;br&gt;the once double twilight before&lt;br&gt;the basic economical increase&lt;br&gt;the money packets received from his family&lt;br&gt;is enough in simple moderation&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;silent broadcasted message through text;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;anuar&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;congratulations&lt;/u&gt; on your &lt;u&gt;promotion&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;to the &lt;u&gt;rank&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;u&gt;corporal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;with &lt;u&gt;effective&lt;/u&gt; from &lt;u&gt;12/10/06&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;email&lt;/u&gt; will be out soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ content.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;an increase pay&lt;br&gt;felt happy that day&lt;br&gt;eventhough an illigal immigrant was caught&lt;br&gt;towards late before reporting off&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the afternoon's decent&lt;br&gt;peaceful as it seems&lt;br&gt;with many colours along the road&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the visiting of relatives and friends&lt;br&gt;while the men in official blue&lt;br&gt;were keeping it safe and sorry&lt;br&gt;for the roads and streets and junctions&lt;br&gt;the skies and clouds&lt;br&gt;moments of peace was in the air&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gary Jules - Mad World&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... world
Enlarge your world
Mad world
&lt;br&gt;.. my mad world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiHZ73LskaM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiHZ73LskaM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ mild-glad feelings.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116170552720901462?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116170552720901462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116170552720901462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116170552720901462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116170552720901462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/murdered-celebrations-he-wrote.html' title='Murdered Celebrations He Wrote'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116160942669658502</id><published>2006-10-23T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:47:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before The Festivals</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the messages sent were plenty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;some remembered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;others simply forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c340/moviefanatic7/th_awwthesky.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if your religion is;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;islam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;rejoice for now&lt;br&gt;the month of absteince's ended&lt;br&gt;by the end of this evening&lt;br&gt;peaches of patience and virtue&lt;br&gt;draft waters of success in completion&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. he's working tomorow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hot Hot Heat - Middle Of Nowhere&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't get mad if I'm laughing
Blame the caffeine for all the 5 am phone calls
I haven't slept a single night in over a month
And not even once did you start to make sense to me
Well maybe I'm a little bit slow, or just consistently inconsistent
She said, "Unpredictability's my responsibility, baby."

But you're waiting at the door where everybody's hanging out
Just like they hung out before
You didn't have to do it but you did it to say
That you didn't have to do it but you would anyway

To give you something to go on when I go off
Back to the middle of nowhere
To give you something to go on when I go off
Back to the middle of nowhere

They chewed me up and then they spit me out
And I'm not supposed to let it bother me
But maybe I'm a little bit weak - I let my frailty take the wheel
She said, "Maybe there's a bit of me waiting for a bit of you baby."

But you're waiting at the door where everybody's hanging out
Just like they hung out before
You didn't have to do it but you did it to say
That you didn't have to do it but you would anyway

To give you something to go on when I go off
Back to the middle of nowhere
To give you something to go on when I go off
Back to the middle of nowhere

But you're waiting at the door where everybody's hanging out
Just like they hung out before
You didn't have to do it but you did it to say
That you didn't have to do it but you would anyway

To give you something to go on when I go off
Back to the middle of nowhere
To give you something to go on when I go off
Back to the middle of nowhere
To give you something to go on
To go on back to the middle of nowhere&lt;br&gt;.. just somewhere at work he'll be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BZYgB1Y1Fyo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BZYgB1Y1Fyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ content felt from respectable &lt;strike&gt;boxes&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img62.photobucket.com/albums/v190/darkshadowsage/Blogring/box.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. and into the &lt;u&gt;rainbows&lt;/u&gt; with you.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116160942669658502?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116160942669658502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116160942669658502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116160942669658502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116160942669658502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-before-festivals.html' title='The Day Before The Festivals'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116151840784167417</id><published>2006-10-22T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:00:07.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteering Jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a night in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;a deployment after a shift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;another mental reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x09.xanga.com/da0a535a27d3365257152/z43783954.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;suddenly felt inspired&lt;br&gt;to disappear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;never to let anyone know&lt;br&gt;where he was going to be&lt;br&gt;unless they want to truly understand&lt;br&gt;his location in dreams&lt;br&gt;far ahead from reality&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. enough said.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116151840784167417?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116151840784167417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116151840784167417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116151840784167417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116151840784167417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/volunteering-jitters.html' title='Volunteering Jitters'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116140352796881490</id><published>2006-10-21T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T17:42:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mock Laughter Of Untold Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sandman suddenly slowly came visited&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a while it seemed awkward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;days running in my dead mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c143/mariemenagerie/emptyroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scenery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's weird to have slept&lt;br&gt;for just a couple of hours &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when in actual unbelievable fact&lt;br&gt;dreamt of being chased after in an arcade&lt;br&gt;stories unfold a game to be told&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;where whoever won would achieve a sudden prize&lt;br&gt;truth still to be told&lt;br&gt;the thing that had been running from&lt;br&gt;still couldn't yet to be recalled&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;he had a bad sleep while the next day&lt;br&gt;was the five o'clock in the morning&lt;br&gt;moments of shift was tired was tiring&lt;br&gt;it was a bit mentally challenging&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;craving he needs some ice cream perhaps&lt;br&gt;mint or chocolate or even mocca flavoured&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. the end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sleeping is giving in,
no matter what the time is.
Sleeping is giving in,
so lift those heavy eyelids.

People say that you'll die
faster than without water.
But we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter.

People say that your dreams
are the only things that save ya.
Come on baby in our dreams,
we can live our misbehavior.

Every time you close your eyes
Lies, Lies!

People try and hide the night
underneath the covers.
People try and hide the light
underneath the covers.

Come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

Hidin' from your brothers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

People say that you'll die
faster than without water,
but we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter,

Scare your son, scare your daughter.

Now here's the sun, it's alright! (Lies!)
Now here's the moon, it's alright! (Lies!)
Now here's the sun, it's alright! (Lies!)
Now here's the moon it's alright (Lies!)

But every time you close your eyes. (Lies!)
&lt;br&gt;.. and you were truly missed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5w67dv-8-6I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5w67dv-8-6I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ and he lied when he wasn't thinking of her,&lt;br&gt;.. while she sleeps through tired.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116140352796881490?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116140352796881490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116140352796881490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116140352796881490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116140352796881490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/mock-laughter-of-untold-dreams.html' title='Mock Laughter Of Untold Dreams'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116127144711536796</id><published>2006-10-19T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T05:49:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless In Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a couple of days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;a couple of wackiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;from a couple and their moments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.bigoo.ws/content/image/funny/funny_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no need to journal&lt;br&gt;truthfully speechless&lt;br&gt;to a library in wooodlands&lt;br&gt;failed hilarious surprises&lt;br&gt;to an underaged movie&lt;br&gt;you me and dupree&lt;br&gt;a summary of hidden notes here and there&lt;br&gt;to a location of crowded malay community&lt;br&gt;as the festive seasons draws near&lt;br&gt;simply in deeply&lt;br&gt;in love with my dear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. enough mushy feelings said.&lt;br&gt;Atomic Kitten - Someone Like Me
&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't let your head rule you heart
Don't let your world be torn apart
Don't keep it all to yourself
Just let all your emotions run free with someone like me
That's the way it should be
Someone like me

I know Its hard when you're feeling down
To lift your feet up off the ground
We make mistakes but doesn't everybody
You don't always have to agree with someone like me
That's the way it should be
Someone like me

We know the story so far 
(what you want and who you are)
What you want and who you are (Free)
Let all your emotions run free
You don't always have to agree
With someone like me
That's the way it should be
Someone like me
Someone like me
&lt;br&gt;.. for someone like you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOpW8rUl1xM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOpW8rUl1xM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ hehe.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116127144711536796?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116127144711536796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116127144711536796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116127144711536796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116127144711536796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/sleepless-in-singapore.html' title='Sleepless In Singapore'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116103248183141789</id><published>2006-10-17T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:00:11.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Days Of Replay All Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a simple week after this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;more abstinence ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the day of festive at work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a175/forgotten_one123/colorsquares.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evaluation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;a distinct feeling of content&lt;br&gt;to have passed three weeks&lt;br&gt;without being tainted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;reminiscence from the many pictures taken&lt;br&gt;the sweet bitterness trips&lt;br&gt;a moment glanced away into reality&lt;br&gt;she's back into her institution&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she might be missed a bit though&lt;br&gt;or ironically in truth to be&lt;br&gt;maybe more then less it seems&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hopefully her signicant other half&lt;br&gt;ain't in a major accident meltdown&lt;br&gt;from the dearest's distractions&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the haze is bad&lt;br&gt;breathe slowly and take in lightly&lt;br&gt;patience is virtue in days to come&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a moment of chilled relaxation&lt;br&gt;Eisley - Head Against The Sky&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sleep with your head against the sky tonight.
I can't count how many times you have made me cry.
I marvel at the way your hair glows in the light.

There's one who cares for me today.

I've watched you grow up child, you have made me proud.
I love the way your hand fits so nicely in mine.
I always screw up, I wonder how you sing to me.

There's one who cares for me today.

&lt;br&gt;.. simply just glad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hu0fGv4fU5w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hu0fGv4fU5w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ the fixation and indulgence,&lt;br&gt;.. my sleepyhead.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116103248183141789?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116103248183141789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116089208093628538</id><published>2006-10-15T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T05:14:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mix Of Black And Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the moments before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;as events unfold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/3y6ocb6.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unresponsive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ readmitted something;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm not like all the others hopefully.&lt;br&gt;I have a mind of my own unknowingly.&lt;br&gt;I can think without saying the opposite.&lt;br&gt;I can blindly see without assistance.&lt;br&gt;I can live without realisation.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't judge me by first impressions please.&lt;br&gt;That doesn't classify anyone anywhere.&lt;br&gt;Stare into my eyes for a glimpse.&lt;br&gt;Crawl around in my mind patiently.&lt;br&gt;Take a simple light grip of my soul.&lt;br&gt;I promise you've never seen it before twice or again.&lt;br&gt;I'm unique maybe.&lt;br&gt;I like who I am really with you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;I speak my mind secretly.&lt;br&gt;I have the power to do anything eventually.&lt;br&gt;I want to change the world it seems.&lt;br&gt;I want to fly with you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want to understand my interaction.&lt;br&gt;I want to know your silent thoughts.&lt;br&gt;I've made classical mistakes before.&lt;br&gt;I've done wrong things occasionally.&lt;br&gt;But it makes me who I am today and yesterday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you really want to know me,&lt;br&gt;Look deep inside of me and ask.&lt;br&gt;I'll show you something amazing if could.&lt;br&gt;I'll show you me as a person from within.&lt;br&gt;only for my dearest juliana out there.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then to the eastern front we headed&lt;br&gt;the point of the malay community&lt;br&gt;a bazaar of a thousand many traditional clothes&lt;br&gt;the fruitless search&lt;br&gt;the guy was as usual a bit irritating as always&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the patient was realised pissed&lt;br&gt;debates are healthy he guessed&lt;br&gt;the lady just wasn't in the mood&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;only god can explain the problem&lt;br&gt;in resolution for breakfast was quite&lt;br&gt;quick in the busride to beach road&lt;br&gt;where the tables are plenty&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/siam.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yet the seats aren't so plenty&lt;br&gt;nevertheless the atmosphere was there&lt;br&gt;with noodles of siam&lt;br&gt;with beef cooked to perfection&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/dry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;an oriental one we supposed&lt;br&gt;with cool fruits&lt;br&gt;that played around with us&lt;br&gt;an acciden with papaya and watermelon&lt;br&gt;apart next to the halal food central&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the busride&lt;br&gt;terribly crowded with impatience&lt;br&gt;a decent photography just couldn't  be cleared&lt;br&gt;charged as nonsensical guilt&lt;br&gt;by the adorable lady&lt;br&gt;never felt the harshness in words though&lt;br&gt;just worried about her late night&lt;br&gt;clouded nightmares of leaving me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ a simple song for the senses..&lt;br&gt;Amberlin - Paperthin Hymn&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight

These roads never seemed so long
Since your paperheart start beating leaving 
me suddenly alone

Will daybreak ever come?
Who's gonna call on sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands

I thought you said forever
Over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends

August evenings
Bring solemn warnings
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight

You never know what temporal days may bring
So laugh, love, live free and sing
When life is in dischord
Praise ye the lord

Who's gonna call on sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands

I thought you said forever
Over and over
The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends

I thought you said forever
over and over
The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion

These thoughts run through my head
over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends

I thought you said forever
over and over
These thoughts run through my head
&lt;br&gt;.. these just simple thoughts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1s1OBu_OMRA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1s1OBu_OMRA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ even in pieces my dearest,&lt;br&gt;.. you're still to be loved all over.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116089208093628538?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116089208093628538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116075350671981015</id><published>2006-10-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:49:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Or Good Lucky Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the shift in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;a leave was then granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;free from the composure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/cyber_geek07/butterflygun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;attended a certain interview&lt;br&gt;in view of the unquestionable&lt;br&gt;state of a national serviceman&lt;br&gt;hope turning to regular&lt;br&gt;a start for a career&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nervousness creeps in the headquarters&lt;br&gt;located near novena&lt;br&gt;the twin towers as it was called&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;met a certain individual&lt;br&gt;the same batch similar who planned&lt;br&gt;wore his uniform straight into the room&lt;br&gt;it seems more honest in looks&lt;br&gt;as told by the supervisor of his&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as for this certain&lt;br&gt;individual who's typing&lt;br&gt;the wacky supervisor adviced&lt;br&gt;just wear a tie there ok&lt;br&gt;so he wore followed with mild pink&lt;br&gt;weird but true&lt;br&gt;he was the only one&lt;br&gt;all tied up&lt;br&gt;for the dreaded interview&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the panel consists of three&lt;br&gt;extremely truly big shots&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the personal questions they asked;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* what's my hobbies?&lt;br&gt;* what's your goals like?&lt;br&gt;* your future five years achievement?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;seriously mentally expected much tougher&lt;br&gt;questions though which he left the room&lt;br&gt;all three in smiles&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;with still head heavy from the repercussions&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the dearest was free on a fast train&lt;br&gt;proceeded to town then&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/formal.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;her failure to not be beautiful&lt;br&gt;was captured on a priceless moment&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the walkways and highways of buses&lt;br&gt;eventually led to a decent breakfast&lt;br&gt;across the seas of esplanade&lt;br&gt;over the merlion's bridge&lt;br&gt;tucked into the right corner&lt;br&gt;of singapore's&lt;br&gt;lao pa sat&lt;br&gt;a bustling food station full of hawkers&lt;br&gt;from all walks of life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a little bit lost neither here nor there though&lt;br&gt;western meals during the middle eastern breakaway&lt;br&gt;.. enough said.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116075350671981015?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116075350671981015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116075350671981015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116075350671981015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116075350671981015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-or-good-lucky-thirteen.html' title='Bad Or Good Lucky Thirteen'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_formal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116056404124820371</id><published>2006-10-11T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:31:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Service A Year Since Passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year has passed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the changed has changes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;pure enlightenment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c157/omfgitsbrandi/th_chainsaw.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chainsaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11/10/05&lt;br&gt;the day this guy&lt;br&gt;went into the police service&lt;br&gt;lifestyles of the budget and infamous&lt;br&gt;squad 52 year 2005&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;block 25 delta coy&lt;br&gt;where to us&lt;br&gt;a heaven for the guilty consious&lt;br&gt;a spacious cupboard&lt;br&gt;to store the summer clothes&lt;br&gt;and winter extras&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well the day begins with the bald personnel&lt;br&gt;yours truly me&lt;br&gt;a remembered time of also abstinence&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/39/66/11246693/19910953320958l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the food was then delicious&lt;br&gt;a delicacy compared to the army&lt;br&gt;spaghetti from the west&lt;br&gt;in the olden academy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/Image104.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the food was good&lt;br&gt;the fat stays fat&lt;br&gt;the unarmed tactics were taught&lt;br&gt;to protect life and property&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;through a strict routine of exercises&lt;br&gt;the fit squad stays fit&lt;br&gt;the training of muscles were always kept in checked&lt;br&gt;do it the smart way always&lt;br&gt;without a doubt&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the classy way&lt;br&gt;in terms of weight training&lt;br&gt;the mental procedures of learning&lt;br&gt;to always be prepared for any last minute calling&lt;br&gt;the brain rush to each class&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the belt undone&lt;br&gt;to be tied on the the stairs&lt;br&gt;he wasn't the culprit really&lt;br&gt;the studies were a challenge&lt;br&gt;the laws the extras&lt;br&gt;just a part of the few clowns in class&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;please don't missjudge the surroundings&lt;br&gt;the plain discipline&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the day parades in the sun&lt;br&gt;the night parades under the moon&lt;br&gt;drinking of water without fail every single twilight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;notice the fuel on his bottle&lt;br&gt;every consumption counts&lt;br&gt;every tiny drop matters&lt;br&gt;as ending due&lt;br&gt;totally torturing these three months&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we had our little bit of fun&lt;br&gt;a picture tells a thousand words really&lt;br&gt;the basic life of police training ends&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now where can squad 52/05 be found&lt;br&gt;in the hearts&lt;br&gt;during passing out dinner&lt;br&gt;the couple of days before vocational training&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the last day of the whole team&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;before jumping&lt;br&gt;into the new home team academy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/Copy1ofImage089.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for two weeks of station security courses&lt;br&gt;in chalet heaven it was&lt;br&gt;the bed was the bomb&lt;br&gt;queen sized mattress&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/Image090.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;still the food was&lt;br&gt;equally entertaining and divine&lt;br&gt;he was then a squad leader during vocational&lt;br&gt;while in review the two weeks passed&lt;br&gt;posted first day in neighbourhood police centre&lt;br&gt;this picture was taken&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/first.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the much has passed&lt;br&gt;to this very recent picture&lt;br&gt;closed to today&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/fierce.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and so ends the one year review&lt;br&gt;of a guy like me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ the end.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116056404124820371?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116056404124820371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116056404124820371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116056404124820371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116056404124820371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/service-year-since-passed.html' title='The Service A Year Since Passed'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesnslife/th_DSC_0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116048246221735873</id><published>2006-10-10T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:13:45.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mean Silence Of Drowsiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;emotional silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;verbal confrontation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;mild fixation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x4b.xanga.com/a04130656353377268380/z7832630.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;recordable craziness patient.&lt;br&gt;the night shift was fine,&lt;br&gt;until the moments of a mental wife.&lt;br&gt;she went all out to prove our officers,&lt;br&gt;wrong in their twilight judgements.&lt;br&gt;handling an empty purpose;&lt;br&gt;her husband's been late from work,&lt;br&gt;she chose to wait for his return with us.&lt;br&gt;pissed those officers were,&lt;br&gt;without a doubt just another shift.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;electronic devices can sometimes,&lt;br&gt;make or break a line of communication.&lt;br&gt;the lack of judgement,&lt;br&gt;while the mental senses weakened.&lt;br&gt;the lack of sleep,&lt;br&gt;never the tireness in mind.&lt;br&gt;eventually the words typed wrongly,&lt;br&gt;an unexpected call hung up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/size.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a beautiful missunderstanding disaster.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the dearest headed on her own to my hometown,&lt;br&gt;to venged her silent anger on the silly guy.&lt;br&gt;the semi-confused extrovert had to stand in the corner,&lt;br&gt;closed to the bustop.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;orchid country club&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the alley in which to bowl,&lt;br&gt;the deadly lady was pictured as calmed and composed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;ready&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;steady&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/steady.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;set&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/set.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/go.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;and her significant other half was trashed by three spares.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the local library and a scenic route,&lt;br&gt;of his secondary unplanned in a moment.&lt;br&gt;since someone hadn't the mood,&lt;br&gt;the surrounding fresh air is just his hope.&lt;br&gt;blissfully unexpected and weird,&lt;br&gt;the haze wasn't an issue throughout the whole afternoon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Deadstar Assembly - Breathe For Me&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Listen to
Listen to me
I need you
A disaster's waiting to happen
These are the things I can't see through 
When I'm saddened

It's not me
It's not me
Just give me some room to breathe
Or breathe for me
Breathe for me

Is this what it's about
I've reached for the strength to hold out
I'm leaving
The tears keep burning my eyes
And I have lost the strength to keep this alive

It's not me
It's not me
Just give me some room to breathe
Or breathe for me
Breathe for me
Breathe for me

I can't explain what I feel
But I know it's for real
Don't let me go back down

It's not me
It's not me
Just give me some room to breathe
Or breathe for me
Its not me
Its not me
Just give me some room to breathe
Or breathe for me
Or breathe for me
&lt;br&gt;.. truly sorry that a disaster did happened.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFPRbsu7V2M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFPRbsu7V2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ in the end,&lt;img src="http://img447.imageshack.us/img447/689/dgqont5we.gif"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116048246221735873?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116048246221735873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116048246221735873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116048246221735873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116048246221735873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/mean-silence-of-drowsiness.html' title='The Mean Silence Of Drowsiness'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_size.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116023291187953893</id><published>2006-10-07T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:40:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Afternoon Massacre On Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mild mannered session&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;still in the month of fasting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the indulgence of breakfast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img456.imageshack.us/img456/7743/667975zm.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;john tucker must die&lt;br&gt;when in the movie he didn't&lt;br&gt;completely hilarious by the way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the moments were spent&lt;br&gt;without any plannings ahead&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the plannings in advance&lt;br&gt;it wasn't entirely me&lt;br&gt;multitasking is such a beautiful disaster&lt;br&gt;because he had an adorable co-pilot&lt;br&gt;to city hall in pink&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we've had cheese from kentucky's&lt;br&gt;fried chicken and bits&lt;br&gt;pieces of hitting the lights on the ceiling&lt;br&gt;being tall and sitting on a sofa couch&lt;br&gt;has many disadvantages&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;especially near the restaurant&lt;br&gt;by the fountain of wealth&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/faint.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;stayed indoors due to the smoky haze&lt;br&gt;some quick brisk exercise&lt;br&gt;a walk to neither here nor there&lt;br&gt;the wait for those exremely comfortable seats&lt;br&gt;the height issues &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which some guy bumped his head twice&lt;br&gt;perhaps it was just another priceless plane ride&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/stoned.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;with his adorable assistant&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ major accidents do happen twice in a day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. a dedication; Sweetbox - 1000 words&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know that you're hiding things 
I know that you're hiding things
Using gentle words to shelter me
Your words were like a dream
But dreams could never fool me
Not that easily

I acted so distant then
Didn't say goodbye before you left
But I was listening the fight
Your battles far from me
Far too easily

"Save your tears cause I will come back"
I could hear that you whispered as you walked through 

that door
But still I swore
To hide the pain when I turn back the pages
Shouting might have been the answer
What if I'd cried my eyes out and begged you not to 

depart?
But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart

Though a thousand words
Have never been spoken
They'll fly to you
Passing over the time and distance holding you
Suspended on silver wings

And a thousand words
One thousand confessions
Will cradle you
Making all of the pain you feel seem far away
They'll hold you forever

The dream isn't over yet
Though I often say I can't forget
I still relive that day
You've been there with me all the way
I still hear you say

"Wait for me I'll write you letters"
I could see how you stand with your eyes to the floor
But still I swore to hide the doubt
When I turn back the pages
Anger might have been the answer
What if I'd hung my head and said that I couldn't 

wait?
But now I'm strong enough to know it's not too late

Cause a thousand words
Called out through the ages
They'll fly to you
Even though I can't see I know they're reaching you
Suspended on silver wings

And a thousand words
One thousand embraces
Will cradle you
Making all of your weary days seem far away
They'll hold you forever

Oh a thousand words
Have never been spoken
They'll fly to you
They'll carry you home and back into my arms
Suspended on silver wings

And a thousand words
Called out through the ages
They'll cradle you
Turning all of the lonely years to only days
They'll hold you forever

A thousand words
&lt;br&gt;.. it's just about the height.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTekZqJv-1Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fTekZqJv-1Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ all aboard the central dessert of us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. &lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a145/facesbystar/z123xl-1.gif"&gt; to pieces.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116023291187953893?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116023291187953893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116023291187953893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116023291187953893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116023291187953893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/afternoon-massacre-on-board.html' title='An Afternoon Massacre On Board'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-116012362438619896</id><published>2006-10-06T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:25:34.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Type A Screw Loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing much to say really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;had to analyse this on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;hopefully to slowly change into a better person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x2b.xanga.com/c8b1143634c3081392573/z12724304.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rewind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the recommendation letter was thoughtless.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;silence is golden.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lost Prophets - Rooftops&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When our time is up,
When our lives are done,
Will we say we've had our fun?

Will we make a mark,
This time.
Will we always say we tried.

Standing on the rooptops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
Standing on the rooptops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
Standing on the rooptops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
This is all we've got now,
Everybody scream your heart out.

All the love I've met,
I have no regrets,
If it all ends now,
I'm set.

Will we make our mark,
This time.
Will we always say we tried?

Standing on the rooptops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
Standing on the rooptops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
Standing on the rooptops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
This is all we've got now,
Everybody scream your heart out.

Standing on the rooftop,
Waiting till the bomb drops,
This is all we've got now,
Scream until your heart stops,
Never gonna regret,
Watching every sunset,
Listen to your heartbeat,
All the love that we've felt.

Standing on the rooftop,
Waiting till the bomb drops,
This is all we've got now,
Scream until your heart stops,
Never gonna regret,
Watching every sunset,
Listen to your heartbeat,
All the love that we've felt.

Scream your heart out.
Scream your heart out.
Scream your heart out.
Scream your...

Standing on the rooptops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
Standing on the rooptops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
Standing on the rooptops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
This is all we've got now,
Everybody scream your...
&lt;br&gt;.. cheese fries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpg6wsGy39s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpg6wsGy39s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ just one fine day when everything is the opposite of one another.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-116012362438619896?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/116012362438619896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=116012362438619896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116012362438619896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/116012362438619896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/type-screw-loose.html' title='Type A Screw Loose'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115985772556320727</id><published>2006-10-03T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:15:45.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decade Times The Number Of Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the realisation of the daily bliss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;reaches the hundredth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;secretly and silently spent at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/3225/untitled8vj.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinosaurs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;sometimes the mind keeps on playing,&lt;br&gt;when the body's stationary.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tends to terribly missed the someone you love,&lt;br&gt;more as you're not with them.&lt;br&gt;guess we should just keep deaf about it,&lt;br&gt;everyday is like any other day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tomorrow's a brand new day,&lt;br&gt;guess every brand new day is new.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there's not counting,&lt;br&gt;the hundredth day with you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sugarcult - Memory&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear. 
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Cannot be your enemy.
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappear.
Can I be your memory?

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

This may never start.
We could fall apart 
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
&lt;br&gt;.. she'll never be just a memory.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LewdyCoBwsE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LewdyCoBwsE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* some days could be bitter,&lt;br&gt;~ maybe tomorow could still be sweet.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115985772556320727?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115985772556320727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115985772556320727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115985772556320727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115985772556320727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/decade-times-number-of-fingers.html' title='A Decade Times The Number Of Fingers'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115977895276173320</id><published>2006-10-02T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:37:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Wings Of A White Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the minute ulcers beneath the lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tenth month of the gregorian calendar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the physical abstinence of the signicant other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thebest3d.com/dogwaffle/dotm/nBT/godessofsadness-s-ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bunny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a brand new month ahead&lt;br&gt;work was mentally challenged&lt;br&gt;fast food was truly in absence&lt;br&gt;the mind blanks&lt;br&gt;the antidepressants&lt;br&gt;a synthetic and plastic world we lived in&lt;br&gt;the seasickness in bed&lt;br&gt;brainwashed thoughts in the head&lt;br&gt;flat-out desirable fantasies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* without the pair of eyes to see...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.crazyprofile.com/love_test/love_meter.swf' FlashVars='bgcol=Blue' quality='high' bgcolor='#ffffff' width='350' height='200' name='te1' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* please place '&lt;u&gt;Anuar Bin Othman&lt;/u&gt;' in the space provided.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. a hundred percent enough said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Used - All That I've Got&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics below..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me
Off guard, red handed
Now I'm far from lonely
Asleep I still see you lying next to me
So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I..

I need something else
Would someone please just give me
Hit me, knock me out
And let me go back to sleep
I can laugh
All I want inside I still am empty
So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I...

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

I guess, I remember every glance you shot me
Un-harmed, I'm losing weight and some body heat
I squoze so hard
I stopped your heart from beating
So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me, I..

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

And it's all that I've got
Yeah, it's all that I've got
It's all that I've got
It's all that I've got
It's all that I've got!

So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me
So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got

And it's all that I've got
Yeah, it's all that I've got
&lt;br&gt;.. she's all that and more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6uhfnb2QaI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6uhfnb2QaI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* just another classification of innocence in absteine.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115977895276173320?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115977895276173320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115977895276173320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115977895276173320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115977895276173320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/10/broken-wings-of-white-butterfly.html' title='Broken Wings Of A White Butterfly'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115951401552061509</id><published>2006-09-29T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T15:15:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle Fairy Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the search for music of my favourite genre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;classic.semi.punk.straightedge is dead and buried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the infestation of mainstream music is totally here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/4761/mn101v5an.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plastic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;bubble is such a world we lived in&lt;br&gt;where substance is just like a morning dew&lt;br&gt;appearing every mornin&lt;br&gt;well every dew is totally different really&lt;br&gt;in the end it just appears&lt;br&gt;eventually as just a dew&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well rested due&lt;br&gt;to the past nights' off&lt;br&gt;through the net the music gone soft&lt;br&gt;now full of lighted designs without any meaning&lt;br&gt;is experimental part of a beginning&lt;br&gt;or is it an ending&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just that one can never be too sure&lt;br&gt;the life and state of another individual&lt;br&gt;who had shown to the world&lt;br&gt;he or she's just another scenester&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a specfic youth subculture&lt;br&gt;wannabees and poseurs of the substances&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* music's just another platform for ego.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;one of the uncles of today's misguided..&lt;br&gt;Fugazi - Glueman&lt;br&gt;~ substance below..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I spent it all
On the bag
On the drag
The sun comes up, the tide rolls out
The trucks roll by the park still a park
Where children play and pick up stones
Anything to make them feel less alone - he's alone
His mind is his own town where all his thoughts run aground
They fall all over and down
I spent it all
On the bag
On the drag
The sun comes down, the tide rolls back
We crawl our way back to the house we call home
He holds his home in the palm of his hand
And he says, and he says
You are my everyone, you are my anyone
You are my anytime, you are my every time why
You are my everywhere...anywhere...

&lt;br&gt;.. do not click the video below,&lt;br&gt;~ if &lt;u&gt;music&lt;/u&gt; ain't your &lt;u&gt;passion&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgI1OPcJxG8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgI1OPcJxG8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* pulled into the twilight zone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a plastic universal of emotional lyrical poets,&lt;br&gt;is what's happening to today's society&lt;br&gt;a sudden spoof of this sudden century&lt;br&gt;is'nt about wars or peace&lt;br&gt;is about how basic education changes&lt;br&gt;the cracks of a pair of rose-tinted glasses&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8VaJ_vn5kI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8VaJ_vn5kI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_QTu3sdBzB4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_QTu3sdBzB4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* a chipmunk future is upon us.&lt;br&gt;~ chipmunk lyrics to; Head Automatica - Beating Heart Baby..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;beating hearts baby
baby is this love for real?
beating hearts baby
let me in your arms to feel
beating hearts baby
the beating of your heart, baby
beating hearts baby
the beating of your heart, baby
you, you want nothing to do with me
you, you want nothing to do with me
i, i don't know what to do with you
cause you don't know what you do to me
baby is this love for real
let me in your arms to feel
the beating of your heart, baby
the beating of your heart, baby
beating hearts baby
baby is this love for real?
beating hearts baby
let me in your arms to feel
beating hearts baby
your beating heart, baby
beating hearts baby
the beating of your heart, baby
you, you really got your hold on me
you, you really got your hold on me
you, you gotta get away from me
cause you, you want nothing to do with me
baby is this love for real
let me in your arms to feel
the beating of your heart, baby
the beating of your heart, baby
beating hearts baby
baby is this love for real?
beating hearts baby
let me in your arms to feel
beating hearts baby
your beating heart, baby
beating hearts baby
the beating of your heart, baby
in spite of you of you
even out of view
still I love all of you
i do, yeah
in spite of you
even out of view
still I love all of you
i do, yeah
you want nothing to do with me
you, you want nothing to do with me
baby is this love for real
let me in your arms to feel
your beating heart, baby
the beating of your heart, baby
beating hearts baby
baby is this love for real?
beating hearts baby
let me in your arms to feel
beating hearts baby
the beating of your heart, baby
beating hearts baby
the beating of your heart, baby
beating hearts baby
baby is this love for real?
beating hearts baby
let me in your arms to feel
beating hearts baby
your beating heart, baby
beating hearts baby

.. ok, guess he had way too much rest these three days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZBso1fwQKc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZBso1fwQKc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ go figure the difference.&lt;br&gt;.. zzZ.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115951401552061509?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115951401552061509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115951401552061509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115951401552061509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115951401552061509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/twinkle-twinkle-fairy-dust_29.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle Fairy Dust'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115943010849316512</id><published>2006-09-28T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T17:55:30.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Wheels That Keeps Turning Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sky was of a pale yellow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;was it the day before or after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the temperatures of a mild humidity to sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/4183/byravie136dg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;static&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;thoughts of someone of his calibre&lt;br&gt;unexpectedly had unknowingly applied&lt;br&gt;to be a regular police officer&lt;br&gt;barely made out alive&lt;br&gt;secretly from his supervisors&lt;br&gt;been through two drugged interviews&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when being first handed&lt;br&gt;the letter from his mother&lt;br&gt;the pale yellow day before&lt;br&gt;news of a final interview&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;one that's soon turning&lt;br&gt;slowly his life around&lt;br&gt;either dramatically or drastically&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;last faceoff in a penal board&lt;br&gt;on friday the thirteenth&lt;br&gt;october two thousand and two&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ a millionth to one possible questions...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* mind still blanked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lost Prophets - Last Train Home&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To every broken heart in here
Love was once a part, but now it's disappeared
She told me that it's all a part of the choices that you make
Even when you think you're right
You have to give to take

But there's still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No more time to care
No more time, today

But we sing
If we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing
If it's not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason
To ever fall in love

I wonder if you're listening
Picking up on the signals
Sent back from within
Sometimes it feels like I don't really know what's going on
Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here

But there's still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No more time to care
No more time, today

But we sing
If we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing
If it's not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason
To ever fall in love

Well we sing if we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing if it's not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason to ever fall in love

But we sing
If we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing
If it's not enough
And we sing
Sing with out a reason to ever fall in love
To ever fall in love again
fall in love again

&lt;br&gt;.. the reasons why 'last train home' was &lt;strike&gt;crossed&lt;/strike&gt; yesterday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WiHxs_pwLEQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WiHxs_pwLEQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* 'live' in black and white to kill some boredom.&lt;br&gt;~ as another day just slowly passed away..&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115943010849316512?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115943010849316512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115943010849316512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115943010849316512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115943010849316512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/grey-wheels-that-keeps-turning-slowly_28.html' title='Grey Wheels That Keeps Turning Slowly'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115934148075522117</id><published>2006-09-27T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T18:09:21.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rememberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;extra hours were used instead of daily leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;forcibly sanctioned by the supervisor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the morning shift before tonight's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://afunk.com/other/felix/pictures/tn_004_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;felix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a sudden reenactment of the dear's&lt;br&gt;lighthearted words&lt;br&gt;'only girls have blogs'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sets me thinking,&lt;br&gt;why in the world would someone type,&lt;br&gt;religiously to seldomly on a mainstream matrix?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for me,&lt;br&gt;back in time he found..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to the few reasons of the past;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*&lt;a href="http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2005/04/untitled.html"&gt;untitled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;*&lt;a href="http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2005/07/boredom.html"&gt;boredom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. enough said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the once childish ancient;&lt;br&gt;to do,to buy, wishes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;(updated, irrelevant, achievements are crossed)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;ass Off Friendster&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;a crap a day Keeps da Doc away&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;eye-Liner&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;going Werk Early&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;treating each Dae with Positive Atitute&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;buy a Levis Jeans&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Black clothes&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Shoes&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;New Hp&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Dinner @ BK&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;get a Pistol&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;Straightenin my fringe&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;stop thinkin so much&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Love&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;tappin EZ Link&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;irritating a chicken&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Last cabin on a MRT&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;think&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;look&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;read a book&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Last train home&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;stop swearin&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;peace&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;patience&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;Voice-out&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;get a bag&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;spend a dae wif a chicken&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;closin eyes&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;rest&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;sleep&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;record our jammin songs&lt;br&gt;start an album&lt;br&gt;designin my shoes&lt;br&gt;bein a Psychiatrist&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Better job&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;chicken&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Chocolate Fudge Cake&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;study&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;achieve&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;a Watch&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;bavery&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Pizza&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;be a punk from da inside&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Lunch @ KFC&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;kill boredom&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Be understood&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Be confusin&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Be myself&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;Above all, get a Life.&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(the ancient list was done during zero internet connection)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. as memories fade,&lt;br&gt;for a guy like me,&lt;br&gt;realises he could be forgetful at times.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* boredom ain't a reason anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stuff yet to be fulfilled;&lt;br&gt;hopefully, one fine day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;buy a Levis Jeans&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;shoes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Straightenin my fringe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Voice-out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;record our jammin songs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;start an album&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;designin my shoes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;bein a Psychiatrist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ song for the day from a guy's blog.&lt;br&gt;.. Alkaline Trio - Time To Waste.&lt;br&gt;* lyrics below..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's someone down below blowing you a kiss.
They watch from their windows
As all arms fall to their sides,
And all eyes fix on the death of tomorrow.
And you found everything you need
To make a life complete,
Completely revolting and they have safety and relief
For sale down the street.
I see you in line every day

You had time to waste and I'm not sorry,
Such a basket case, hide the cutlery.
I had time to kill, it's dead and buried.
You've got guts to spill but no one trustworthy.

These creatures are waking up in these dark trees.
Awaiting like vultures.
Eyes roll back turn white in time to feed
They salivate in hunger.
For you, and everything they need
To make a death complete,
Completely unnatural and salvation lies
Behind those dead eyes that watch you
while you sleep every night, and

You had time to waste and I'm not sorry,
Such a basket case, hide the cutlery.
I had time to kill, it's dead and buried.
You've got guts to spill but no one trustworthy.

You had time to waste and I'm not sorry,
Such a basket case, hide the cutlery.
I had time to kill, it's dead and buried.
You've got guts to spill but no one trustworthy.
&lt;br&gt;.. we all have ample time to kill really,&lt;br&gt;~ just one fine day when it is'nt enough?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/avOWoocql7c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/avOWoocql7c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* absence makes the heart grows fonder.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115934148075522117?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115934148075522117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115934148075522117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115934148075522117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115934148075522117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/rememberance.html' title='Rememberance'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115915921512056543</id><published>2006-09-25T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:00:29.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quarter Since Certainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was a classic a case of suicidal murder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;used soft pillows and monitors were the instruments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;a second in time killed without repercussions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x2d.xanga.com/88ea81021273577517339/z52527265.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;the unknowingly single heart was&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;not counting the lucky stars&lt;br&gt;a quarter of an annual&lt;br&gt;blissfully since passed&lt;br&gt;she broke the half of a half semi-record&lt;br&gt;the guiness world of a certain individual&lt;br&gt;he wondered sparingly&lt;br&gt;of such a case&lt;br&gt;now what boundaries we could explore&lt;br&gt;because he's new in this&lt;br&gt;together me and you futhermore&lt;br&gt;just hopefully till forever&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* a special dedication for the dearest..&lt;br&gt;~ The Juliana Theory - This Is a Lovesong For The Loveless&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're not who you used to be, or at least not to me.
A ghost on a movie screen is what you seem.
Now you're the one to let the sun fall down
like a stone in a river.
You steal the blood inside of me. I can't bleed.

This is a lovesong for the loveless and the hopeless.
You can be certain that I'm with you when I sing.
This is a lovesong for the desperate and the lonely.
You could have nothing but you'll still have me.

Gone like the sound of your voice or a passing minute.
Blown like your hair in the breeze.
You are the one to let our star fall down like a stone in a river.
You stole the life inside of me. I can't breathe.

This is a lovesong for the loveless and the hopeless.
You can be certain that I'm with you when I sing.
This is a lovesong for the desperate and the lonely.
You could have nothing but you'll still have me.

There's a part of me that dies when you turn away your eyes.
I'm alive but not inside.
And you know all I wanted was your love,
but you left me high and dry.
You're the part of me that died my darling.

Now that I'm dead to you dear,
you can slip those bullets back in your lips where they seethe.
You were the one to gun our love straight down
like a stone in a river.
You shot your favorite enemy.
Watch me bleed.

This is a lovesong for the loveless and the hopeless.
You can be certain that I'm with you when I sing.
This is a lovesong for the desperate and the lonely.
You could have nothing but you'll still have me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. you could be bored while watching television,&lt;br&gt;~ you'll still have me as a distraction..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-frW6fw0jUI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-frW6fw0jUI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* coincidental yet true,&lt;br&gt;.. 'The Juliana Theory' is a name of a rock band.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* an absolute fan of her life as always..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ simply&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/14lhmpf.gif"&gt;her to pieces.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115915921512056543?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115915921512056543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115915921512056543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115915921512056543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115915921512056543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/quarter-since-certainty.html' title='A Quarter Since Certainty'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115908597343708130</id><published>2006-09-24T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:33:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pair Of Dried Lips With Bared Adjectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;institute of mental health&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;woodbridge hospital&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;spent his first day in adsteinance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://x2d.xanga.com/0a8b106ac243327385642/z19199301.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the joyride last night&lt;br&gt;of an emotional partner who speedily drove&lt;br&gt;mild recklessly self-carried&lt;br&gt;without saying sorry&lt;br&gt;instead spewed vulgarities&lt;br&gt;on the incoming huge metallic&lt;br&gt;vehicle of a sudden public bus&lt;br&gt;from the forthcoming leftside&lt;br&gt;he drove on the rightside&lt;br&gt;a second jump of my unknowing heart&lt;br&gt;police cars aren't used for speeding&lt;br&gt;buses who didn't check their blindspots&lt;br&gt;especially local ones&lt;br&gt;with little power steering&lt;br&gt;we lived for our duties&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;escorting of two supposingly mental subjects&lt;br&gt;a vanride to singapore's luny bin&lt;br&gt;a bald male deranged silent one&lt;br&gt;proved to be quite of an enlightenment scene&lt;br&gt;who denied of any reasonable answers&lt;br&gt;when questioned by the doctor&lt;br&gt;in profound english&lt;br&gt;told one of the officers off&lt;br&gt;a paid to sarcasm slave of&lt;br&gt;the illusive democratic government&lt;br&gt;certainly he's got my next vote of confidence&lt;br&gt;for palimony's president&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the fact before all this haywire&lt;br&gt;a simple lunch of cheesy pasta&lt;br&gt;in the hut of pizza&lt;br&gt;with the significant other&lt;br&gt;was speechless due to reasons understated&lt;br&gt;truly unexpected will never forget&lt;br&gt;her twilight message for me&lt;br&gt;before she slept&lt;br&gt;on the last night at work&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dashboard Confessional - Hands Down&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Breathe in for luck breathe in so deep 
this air is blessed you share with me 
this night is wild so calm and dull
these hearts they race from self control 
your legs are smooth as they graze mine 
we're doing fine we're doing nothing at all. 

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. 
So won't you kill me, so I die happy. 
My heart is yours to fill or burst 
or break or bury 
or wear as jewelery, 
which ever you prefer. 

The words are hushed lets not get busted,
just lay entwined here undiscovered. 
Safe from the earth and all the stupid questions.. 
"hey did you get some?" 
Man, that is so dumb. 
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear, 
so we can get some. 

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. 
So won't you kill me, so I die happy. 
My heart is yours to fill or burst 
to break or bury or wear as jewelery, 
which ever you prefer. 

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, 
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo, 
the dim of the soft lights, 
the scent of your hair 
that you twirled in your fingers 
and the time on the clock 
when we realized it's so late 
and the walk that we shared together. 
The street was wet and the gate was locked 
so I jumped it and let you in 
and you stood at the door 
with your hands on my waist and you kissed me, 
but you meant it 
and I knew that you meant it, 
that you meant it, that you meant it, 
and I knew, that you meant it, that you meant it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. and i simply adore you too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pcVNrV4uziI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pcVNrV4uziI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* on a date before that'll always be remembered.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115908597343708130?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115908597343708130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115908597343708130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115908597343708130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115908597343708130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/pair-of-dried-lips-with-bared.html' title='A Pair Of Dried Lips With Bared Adjectives'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115898114060703245</id><published>2006-09-23T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:59:26.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winding Road Of Abstinence</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;less then a day more to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;where famines and poverty is'nt the problem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a silent battle within mentality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a46/livindalife28jp/icons/b2114315.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;craziness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;straight off to night-shift today&lt;br&gt;will be eating early in the morning&lt;br&gt;the next day in the workplace&lt;br&gt;meditation is solely required&lt;br&gt;from these first few days&lt;br&gt;of cold turkey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;three meals a day&lt;br&gt;into two&lt;br&gt;eventually into half of one&lt;br&gt;to zero tolerance&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;surrounding patience and virtue&lt;br&gt;issues galore to respect the month&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;until my dearest sleepyhead;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f269/silent_star/mini%20myspace/th_loveyou.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. enough said.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115898114060703245?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115898114060703245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115898114060703245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115883114076614770</id><published>2006-09-21T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:53:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spent On Suspension</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a month of religious abstinence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;just around the sinful corner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;kita berpuasa sebelum datangnya hari raya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v621/lovemeorforgetme/mi%202nd%20album/945899.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;butterflies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;last things being seen today&lt;br&gt;soft pillows and huggable bolsters&lt;br&gt;surrounded my senses this day&lt;br&gt;static television and monitor screens&lt;br&gt;helpfully covered my eyes&lt;br&gt;moments stood as unrolled dices&lt;br&gt;the dearest rested&lt;br&gt;patience glimpses&lt;br&gt;hopefully will be better&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'kita berpuasa sebelum datangnya hari raya'&lt;br&gt;in my simple english meant&lt;br&gt;'we thus abstein before realising the celebrations'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* chilled to this;&lt;br&gt;No Doubt - Don't Speak&lt;br&gt;~ written words below..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You and me 
We used to be together 
Everyday together always 
I really feel 
That I'm losing my best friend 
I can't believe
This could be the end 
It looks as though you're letting go 
And if it's real 
Well I don't want to know 

Don't speak 
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining 
Don't tell me cause it hurts 
Don't speak 
I know what you're thinking 
I don't need your reasons 
Don't tell me cause it hurts

Our memories 
Well, they can be inviting 
But some are altogether 
Mighty frightening 
As we die, both you and I 
With my head in my hands 
I sit and cry 

Don't speak 
I know just what you're saying 
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) 
Don't speak 
I know what you're thinking 
I don't need your reasons 
Don't tell me cause it hurts 

It's all ending 
I gotta stop pretending who we are... 
You and me I can see us dying...are we? 

Don't speak 
I know just what you're saying 
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) 
Don't speak 
I know what you're thinking 
I don't need your reasons 
Don't tell me cause it hurts 
Don't tell me cause it hurts! 
I know what you're saying 
So please stop explaining

Don't speak,
don't speak, 
don't speak, 
oh I know what you're thinking 
And I don't need your reasons 
I know you're good, 
I know you're good, 
I know you're real good 
Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la 
Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin' 
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush 
don't tell me tell me cause it hurts 
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin' 
Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts

&lt;br&gt;.. hush,&lt;br&gt;* have a good rest my darlin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cW0XeoVljuE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cW0XeoVljuE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. a new day of work starts tomorow,&lt;br&gt;~ what untold consequences will happen.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115883114076614770?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115883114076614770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115874642360016049</id><published>2006-09-20T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:36:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastern Road Trip Of Fascination</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;went a little overboard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;the subjects as hanged on the camera mechanism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the twenty-four hour ago in resolution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://xc4.xanga.com/128e027b31d3262124658/z4967588.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oblivious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;in prices we head for an unknown destination&lt;br&gt;somewhere where guessed&lt;br&gt;she had known without a map nor compass&lt;br&gt;or even a sunny journey&lt;br&gt;over the underpass pedestrian we was&lt;br&gt;initially to head towards serangoon area&lt;br&gt;to find the illusive;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Komala Vilas Pte Ltd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;South Indian Vegetarian Restaurant&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;76 - 78 Serangoon Road,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Singapore Tel : 62936980 - 62945294&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for such an airconditioned oasis&lt;br&gt;dried from the humidity and cautiousness&lt;br&gt;a free space for advertisement in here&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/komalas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as we ate in muslim style&lt;br&gt;using our clean bare hands&lt;br&gt;instead using the usual forks and spoons&lt;br&gt;the tray was huge&lt;br&gt;shared on a banana leaf&lt;br&gt;neither too spicy nor mushy&lt;br&gt;of course the pictures couldn't be taken&lt;br&gt;because the meal had already been blissfully eaten&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/slurp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;only the lemon brewed iced tea&lt;br&gt;were left as an advertising agent&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ample time was noticed surprisingly&lt;br&gt;to travel to 'mustafa centre'&lt;br&gt;a mall full of random stuff&lt;br&gt;mountains and mountains of usages&lt;br&gt;a shelf-shopping oppotunity with the dearest&lt;br&gt;furthermore without cars and any vehicle licence&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bet she's irritated quite possibly&lt;br&gt;by her boyfriend's antics&lt;br&gt;for the perfect film lighting&lt;br&gt;eventually was even tricked&lt;br&gt;posterised into standing next to the sign&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/found.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now who was that evil photographer&lt;br&gt;nobody knows&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;not even me supposingly&lt;br&gt;in heading off to chinatown&lt;br&gt;in search of converse footwear discounts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the warm-hearted lady finally agreed&lt;br&gt;to be my favourite subject of the day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/chinatown.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;real proof evidence&lt;br&gt;from the top-left-handed corner&lt;br&gt;we've sidestepped in singapore's beijing&lt;br&gt;prelude to central singapura&lt;br&gt;geared from walking the long stretch&lt;br&gt;passed the many shophouses and jewelry stores&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/wonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to the street of bugis&lt;br&gt;where our tiny legs&lt;br&gt;the journey for the footwear search&lt;br&gt;contiues passed the oceans and seas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the plentiful colours&lt;br&gt;surroundings of storewide mayhem&lt;br&gt;relaxations of an early dinner&lt;br&gt;in a second-storey chinese coffee shop&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/chinese.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sliced fish and fried wanton was remembered&lt;br&gt;not even my occasional chopsticks professionalism&lt;br&gt;for the last one taken in a snap&lt;br&gt;and finally straight off to night-shift for me&lt;br&gt;a well-wished bag she then bought eventually&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* from discounted footwear to a bag purchased,&lt;br&gt;~ a priceless connection..=)&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115874642360016049?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115874642360016049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115850276376933321</id><published>2006-09-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T05:45:40.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Virgins No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my buddies are no more in purity of white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinners from the fingers to the lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;they indulged on goat bones' soup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.tvnz.co.nz/goodtaste/foodanddrink/hangover_bloody_mary_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;had a little lamb&lt;br&gt;and the lamb was sure to go&lt;br&gt;to beach road in lavender&lt;br&gt;where army stuffs were gathered together&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;me,&lt;br&gt;Mr. Ang Wen Yong,&lt;br&gt;Mr. Wong Chun Haw,&lt;br&gt;spent our sunday afernoon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;they heaven't heard of this soup;&lt;br&gt;'Sup Tulang Merah',&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in english meaning: 'Soup Of Bones In Red'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in proper english meaning: ' Indian Style Goat Bones Soup'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it was to these bunch of chinese guys,&lt;br&gt;finger-licking good.&lt;br&gt;shocked at the appearence&lt;br&gt;of the red liquidity of food.&lt;br&gt;plastic forks and spoons were basically introduced.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;soon they got the hang of it,&lt;br&gt;we bloody rocked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;with sugarcane juice and barley,&lt;br&gt;at our sides.&lt;br&gt;the teacher is here,&lt;br&gt;confidence at hand.&lt;br&gt;" who's your daddy? "&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;believed at the point of this,&lt;br&gt;few last phrases were mentioned by us;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* rest in peace mountain goat.&lt;br&gt;* bet we can't run after this.&lt;br&gt;* we see blood.&lt;br&gt;* how come the colour can't wash off my hands.&lt;br&gt;* luckily we ate the last piece of bread.&lt;br&gt;* before the wind flew our plate away.&lt;br&gt;* we see more blood.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the boys eventually got tired&lt;br&gt;of walking around the road of beach&lt;br&gt;with still the thoughts of the meat&lt;br&gt;fresh in their minds&lt;br&gt;saw some wacky bangladeshi workers&lt;br&gt;before the entrance before the bridge&lt;br&gt;after the immigration building&lt;br&gt;dancing to the rhythm of their drums&lt;br&gt;pure entertainment&lt;br&gt;a few seconds of video was taken&lt;br&gt;via yours truly to be kept&lt;br&gt;as private amusement&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we then head to the square of marina&lt;br&gt;the central of singapura&lt;br&gt;wasn't a surprise&lt;br&gt;it wasn't that crowded&lt;br&gt;due to the international convention&lt;br&gt;we became free advertisements&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/nescafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nescafe delegates&lt;br&gt;free coffee&lt;br&gt;free bitter milked coffee&lt;br&gt;in the central of marina&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/headphones.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tested that 'ipod nano' is better&lt;br&gt;then 'creative nano'&lt;br&gt;exploring the space even further&lt;br&gt;we manage to stumble&lt;br&gt;into the basement of raffles city&lt;br&gt;the 'marketplace' as it was called&lt;br&gt;weird but true&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/bk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;in an area called 'burger king',&lt;br&gt;a fastfood outlet,&lt;br&gt;the burger was bigger then the size of my palm.&lt;br&gt;such happening stuff realised&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;best recorded on this special day.&lt;br&gt;because not everyday is sunday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mr. Lee Kehin,&lt;br&gt;guessing you're still,&lt;br&gt;a little white virgin right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ cheer-up ok,&lt;br&gt;you're next on my list old pal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* where was the significant other half all along?&lt;br&gt;~ the whereabouts of his missed flu-infested dearest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* in his mind all the time,&lt;br&gt;~ hoping she's had a good rest during these rare weekends.&lt;br&gt;.. zzZ.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115850276376933321?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115839763743760171</id><published>2006-09-16T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:08:20.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Fingers Melted Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fishes and chips of the west&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;teriyaki japanese cuisine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;point of east in the banquet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toddstreeter.com/images/randomocity/benandjerrys.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waffles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;were given with every purchase&lt;br&gt;in the downtown east&lt;br&gt;yummy melt-chocalatey goodness&lt;br&gt;earlier in the bus she was&lt;br&gt;spent with half a day out and half a night-shift&lt;br&gt;moments priceless and the fudge was chewy&lt;br&gt;in the afternoon before&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;realised something in the twilight&lt;br&gt;that caffeine had zero tolerance on me&lt;br&gt;three packets of coffeeshop&lt;br&gt;ice-coffee with additional milk&lt;br&gt;and still nothing&lt;br&gt;the eyelids refused to open&lt;br&gt;so had two more&lt;br&gt;double latte plastic light&lt;br&gt;classic mocca&lt;br&gt;and still the petty crimes&lt;br&gt;wouldn't get any lesser&lt;br&gt;sleepless isn't an issue&lt;br&gt;it's all about the caffeine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. hooked on curry puffs with sardine fillings.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115839763743760171?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115839763743760171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115839763743760171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115839763743760171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115839763743760171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/naked-fingers-melted-cream.html' title='Naked Fingers Melted Cream'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115824800516555658</id><published>2006-09-14T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:02:29.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shot Closer To Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was such a unreasonable deed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;by me truly felt terrible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;for being thirty minutes too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vogon-forensic-hardware.com/content/images/vision/14/11_bullets.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;as he was straight&lt;br&gt;shot to silence&lt;br&gt;by the adorable forgiving lady&lt;br&gt;both aged neither less then twenty&lt;br&gt;and four hours ago&lt;br&gt;in the evening before&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;technically unavoided things after;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* while picking up the bored girlfriend,&lt;br&gt;~ thou shalt not be late.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* there's a realisation if that ever happens,&lt;br&gt;~ thou shalt explain first then apologise later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* explaination requires before and after process,&lt;br&gt;~ thou shalt have to elaborate in finer details.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* a simple call is worth crossing a bridge once,&lt;br&gt;~ thou shalt affirm before blinded assumptions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* when she's patient enough to forgive,&lt;br&gt;~ thou shalt not repeat apologising.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* a final lesson to be learnt,&lt;br&gt;~ thou shalt have to adjust the time at hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. either then everything&lt;br&gt;that's been spilled milk,&lt;br&gt;enough's been typewritten..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* truly felt a tint-closer to her..=)&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115824800516555658?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115824800516555658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115824800516555658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115824800516555658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115824800516555658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/shot-closer-to-comfort.html' title='A Shot Closer To Comfort'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115813241698533095</id><published>2006-09-13T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:58:16.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Couple Of Days Worth Of Scratches</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kittens are cute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;cats are horrible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially if wrongly handled by yours truly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.houston.rr.com/tahoma/kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;innocent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;at times cats may look cuddly&lt;br&gt;try handling one&lt;br&gt;when a cat's just been found&lt;br&gt;by some helpfull kid&lt;br&gt;who's being too considerate enough&lt;br&gt;to send in a feisty one&lt;br&gt;as a police report to be secured by me&lt;br&gt;it had a pink collar&lt;br&gt;but the scratches it gave ain't so pink&lt;br&gt;a sudden nightmare of doing night-shift&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;had the second day of the week&lt;br&gt;to relax and drift&lt;br&gt;went with the significant other half&lt;br&gt;for a slight trip to the big screen&lt;br&gt;monster house&lt;br&gt;at the house of shaw&lt;br&gt;as it may be&lt;br&gt;the house had ultra-comfortable seats&lt;br&gt;it was a chilled-day out&lt;br&gt;cheesy&lt;br&gt;half semi-lunch&lt;br&gt;half semi-dinner&lt;br&gt;semi-breezy eventually&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/zombies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;monsters-lookalike at night&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;why seeing your face everyday wouldn't be sickening to me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* because there's many girls outside are just distracting being pretty,&lt;br&gt;~ while you're just beautiful enough to gaze upon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* because each day is as precious as it's being spent,&lt;br&gt;~ while the future is unpredictable as it is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* because the pictures of you,&lt;br&gt;~ won't have a mind of their own to converse with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* because sickness isn't due to looking at the face,&lt;br&gt;~ scientists' conclusion to how the body can withstand viral attacks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* because as distracted as a gemini,&lt;br&gt;~ there's something about you which couldn't be kept unnoticed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* because there's even many reasons to think of being creative,&lt;br&gt;~ face the fact that look is unavoidable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Pink Spiders - Modern Swinger&lt;br&gt;* lyrics below..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she's out of luck and out of hope and out of cigarettes
misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet
her social deviance is teasing me I know what I want

and I'm really gonna really let her know
that I like her but I just don't care enough
to fool around with love

yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm
just another modern swinger
screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and it's love

strung out on blow she doesn't know why she's not feeling good
dropped out of school and now she's moving out to Hollywood
her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far

and I'm really gonna really let her know
that I like her but I just dont care enough
to fool around with love

yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash subtle as a splinter
yeah my baby's smooth as sandpaper warm just like the winter
screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and it's love

staring at my shoes thinking of something to say
but nothing's better than what silence is saying
when every time I turn around she's always looking away
it's just the nature of the game that we're playing

And I think I'm tapping out,
I think I'm gonna skip the title bout

yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm
just another modern swinger
screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and she's

yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash subtle as a splinter
yeah my baby's smooth as sandpaper warm just like the winter
screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and and she's

yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm
just another modern swinger
screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and it's love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. because it's just love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvKS3zdw29k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvKS3zdw29k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* she was as seriously, pretty lovable in pink.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115813241698533095?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115813241698533095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115813241698533095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115813241698533095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115813241698533095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-couple-of-days-worth-of-scratches.html' title='Just A Couple Of Days Worth Of Scratches'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/th_zombies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115794176238268777</id><published>2006-09-11T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:08:00.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Late Caption Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;checked the calendar today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;11th September 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my mind remembered attacks 9-11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://xad.xanga.com/1fec2a107253366306017/z24893945.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terrorism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;in this huge world&lt;br&gt;in my mind believe&lt;br&gt;is too huge for world peace&lt;br&gt;to err is human&lt;br&gt;to forgive is divine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmm..&lt;br&gt;which nonscence did that came from?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;back to reality,&lt;br&gt;as the world gears for;&lt;br&gt;International Monetary Fund And World Bank Convention.&lt;br&gt;here in my sunny hometown of Singapura.&lt;br&gt;the fears are of a much nearer,&lt;br&gt;then really expected close.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my colleagues,&lt;br&gt;my friends,&lt;br&gt;especially those with famillies,&lt;br&gt;that are being deployed at this very moment.&lt;br&gt;hope nothing happens.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and especially to my dearest,&lt;br&gt;seven days,&lt;br&gt;a week of work,&lt;br&gt;rest early if possible,&lt;br&gt;less sightseeing of your favourite television clips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* night-shift today for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ eyes wide open nightmares of in the car asleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;another classic randomness;&lt;br&gt;Neutral Milk Hotel - In the Aeroplane Over the Sea&lt;br&gt;.. lyrics,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What a beautiful face I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun,
What a beautiful dream that could flash
on the screen in a blink of an eye
and be gone from me soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me.

And one day we will die and our ashes will
fly from the aeroplane over the sea,
But for now we are young let us lay in the sun,
And count every beautiful thing we can see,
Love to be in the arms of all I'm keeping here with me.

What a curious life we have found here tonight,
There is music that sounds from the street,
There are lights in the clouds,
Anna's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me,
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees.

Now how I remember you,
How I would push my fingers through your
mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet,
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago now he don't even know his name.

What a beautiful face I have found in this place
that is circling all round the sun
When we meet on a cloud I'll be laughing out loud,
I'll be laughing with everyone I see,
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all.
&lt;br&gt;.. classic 1998 relaxation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2jkyuT8unw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2jkyuT8unw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. zzZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115794176238268777?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115794176238268777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115794176238268777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115794176238268777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115794176238268777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/late-caption-revisited.html' title='A Late Caption Revisited'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11955382.post-115776148671039748</id><published>2006-09-09T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T10:19:19.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dense Analysations</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not a picture to describe it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;realisations that happened is the supervisor's saying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're actually smarter then how you perceive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/2zsu491.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a once in a lifetime episode&lt;br&gt;of fetching my lady from her workplace&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;somebody had to cross the overhead bridge twice&lt;br&gt;while the other was just late more then once&lt;br&gt;due to the bus to&lt;br&gt;either head for the north or east&lt;br&gt;for a quick trip to the library straightaway&lt;br&gt;in the point of compass area&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;from the day before&lt;br&gt;and just night-shift after a couple of dreams asleep&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the trip was semi-relaxing to be true&lt;br&gt;just a seat away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a gorgeous auntie in a bus flagged by;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* me, to lend her my handphone.&lt;br&gt;* me, because her handphone's gone flat.&lt;br&gt;* me, her love.&lt;br&gt;* me, her child-lookalike.&lt;br&gt;* me, for directions to chinatown.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. when my real love was just beside me,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;* enough said;&lt;br&gt;Snow Patrol - Run&lt;br&gt;~ lyrics..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Anyway from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand 
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up...

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
I just want to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.. both of us should quit our day-jobs for this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJ7JtCvnRrU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJ7JtCvnRrU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ giving day-to-day directions to nice old people for free,&lt;br&gt;* just you and me, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11955382-115776148671039748?l=saltedwounds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/feeds/115776148671039748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11955382&amp;postID=115776148671039748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115776148671039748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11955382/posts/default/115776148671039748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saltedwounds.blogspot.com/2006/09/dense-analysations.html' title='Dense Analysations'/><author><name>~da LosT Victim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04068873962741963042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a400/Anuar86/hesfacets/Image108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
