<?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-9847960</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:21.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bernardinho Palace Since 20th August 1987</title><subtitle type='html'>[bernard christopher][1.74m][size 7 shoes][RED is the colour][FIGO's the man][curently in love]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-112802117751300914</id><published>2005-09-29T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:12:57.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 FACED..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, twisted and deceitful&lt;br /&gt;All those 2 faced people&lt;br /&gt;Taking me for some kind of fool.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, pretending to be so nice&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you my advice&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you, ooh...&lt;br /&gt;Friends in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up in lies&lt;br /&gt;It's a knack that you're playing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, first you recognise me&lt;br /&gt;Then you criticise me&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Stop your bitching'&lt;br /&gt;cos you're so sad&lt;br /&gt;Bitching behind my back&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I don't need that&lt;br /&gt;So kick it to the kerb because&lt;br /&gt;I heard you're 2 faced&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get in my PLACE&lt;br /&gt;I WORK too hard to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;So stop your bitching on me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, they're so narrow minded,Truth is so one sided&lt;br /&gt;They're just counterfeit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, hot and cold you're blowing,&lt;br /&gt;Sheep in wolves clothing&lt;br /&gt;Who are you trying to kid-id?&lt;br /&gt;2 faced people are so shallow&lt;br /&gt;Put YOURSELF in my place&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, the fairy tells you're spinning&lt;br /&gt;Sounding so convincing&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ALL a loss so...&lt;br /&gt;Stop your bitching&lt;br /&gt;'cos you're so sad&lt;br /&gt;Bitching behind my back&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I don't need that&lt;br /&gt;So kick it to the kerb because&lt;br /&gt;I heard you're 2 faced&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get in my PLACE&lt;br /&gt;I WORK too hard to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;So stop your bitching on me.&lt;br /&gt;Poison words are spoken&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you is broken&lt;br /&gt;But I'll make it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Ow, ow, twisted and deceitful&lt;br /&gt;All those 2 faced people&lt;br /&gt;Taking me for some kind of fool&lt;br /&gt;Ow, ow, they're so narrow minded,&lt;br /&gt;Truth is so one sided,&lt;br /&gt;But honey you rock. (so)&lt;br /&gt;Stop you're bitching'&lt;br /&gt;cos you're so sad&lt;br /&gt;Bitching behind my back&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I don't need that&lt;br /&gt;So kick it to the kerb because&lt;br /&gt;I heard you're 2 faced&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get in my face&lt;br /&gt;Worked too hard to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;So stop your bitching on me.&lt;br /&gt;'cos you're so sad&lt;br /&gt;Bitching behind my back&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I don't need that&lt;br /&gt;So kick it to the ker because&lt;br /&gt;I heard you're 2 faced&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get in my face&lt;br /&gt;Worked too hard to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;So stop your bitching on me.&lt;br /&gt;Stop this hyprocrisy AND CRITICIZING me&lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;With 2 faced people, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-112802117751300914?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-112498406230558477</id><published>2005-08-25T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T08:34:22.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT crazed girl improvising her music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her soul in division from itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Climbing, falling She knew not where,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heroically lost, heroically found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what disaster occurred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She stood in desperate music wound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where the bales and the baskets lay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No common intelligible sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sang, "O sea-starved, hungry sea.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-112498406230558477?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/112498406230558477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=112498406230558477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cheek.He was but a shadow of the man she once had known.&lt;br /&gt;His final hour was fast approachingFor the hand of death was looming near.A time now to say one final "I love you".A chance to say one last "Good-bye."&lt;br /&gt;Memories of their life passes vividly through her mind.Happy times of a childhood filled with love from him.Ice cream cones, camping trips, a shared love of art.A tearful smile crept to her face as he opened his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A smile adorned his face in seeing her.Even Death cannot conceal his love.His breath grows incessantly stolen.A tear slips silently down her cheek as he says his last "Good-bye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-112498322787839472?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/112498322787839472/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-112092124874208736</id><published>2005-07-09T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T08:00:48.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since you last told me your favorite fairy tale. i thought for a long time, i started to think if i did anything wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you came to me with tears, saying that fairy's fake and i cant be your own prince charming! maybe you didnt know,when you say the three words " I LOVE YOU" my whole sky was brighten with stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can become that angel that exist in your favorite fairy tale. spread out my arms like wings to protect you. you must believe that we can both exist in this fairy tale. with a nice happy ending!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ST WHAT? ST WHAT? ST ANTHONY'S!! you can nv doubt our abilities man!! we're the best!! hahaz!! ok lahz!! nearly!! cannot brag lahz.. later some "jealous you know who" ppl who cant stand success start their major work. oh wells, it's a great experience to win the third place. i learn that we should nv take anything for granted! i missed a pentalty!! the feeling was like the same as the other day!! but i got over it fast!! hahaz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been super long since i last blogged!! i think i'm whooper busy man!! i'm quitting soccer le.. too much competition in school!! then somemore like so boring!! this week i have been almost everywhere lehz!! especially when they para-sailing part. spend like $80 lo.. but it lasted. photos and photos and even more of it lo!! hahaz.. so bu yao lian de.. as what RONG RONG WILL SAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class is super fun!! i see sheila almost everyday! but want to say hi but like dunno lahz! she's like so unapproachable de!! dun blame me kkz? hahaz! working soon at venture era!! haiz! bored!! i hope i achieve something!! when i get a car, i think i'll make you my first passenger!! i hope! hahaz.. of course!! laughs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bdae's coming but tghere isn't any need to be happy!! hopefully carlyn's feeling better, she's not too happy too. i'm jus pretending to be!! wa lau.. then i came online after like so long to find out that so many thigns happened lo.. no one want to confront me. but they like to use their mouth!! gosh~ haiya, keep it there!! yes yes i will!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my hand and nv let me go!! lalalala! i hear her say this and i'm like shocked!! how can? hahaz!! i laughed it off!! it shouldn't be.. hahahz.. national day going off again!! so zang!! dunno where now!! seemly alot of rubbish is being typed out cos i'm in a midst of a very confused period!! hahaz.. ppl i talk to become ppl i think twice!!  what's wrong with me? i think something's wrong!! hahaz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry.. haiz!! reali.. but i find too many shoulders ard me!! they all looked at me with a sneer!! in the end i shed not a tear but fight this feeling off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ying, manda, vien~ very depressed.. help me!! if i can jus be with you all there to comfort me, i wouldn't  mind! i nv felt so lost b4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-!!! oh wells, nothing to prove!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-112057059635262133?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/112057059635262133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=112057059635262133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/112057059635262133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/112057059635262133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-fell-loved-when-everyone-doesnt-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111633012505755338</id><published>2005-05-17T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T04:42:05.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/640/Image%28209%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/320/Image%28209%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool(:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111633012505755338?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111633012505755338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111633012505755338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111633012505755338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111633012505755338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/05/cool.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111582324852920619</id><published>2005-05-11T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:58:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;when i need you, you're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! -----&gt; the song that is currently the best duet i heard so far. i know how to play that song man!! -yay- jus need ppl to sing along. -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;STAIRWAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;someone should learn to sing this song.. it's whooper nice. hahaz. thought i only know the intro a lil due to some obession!! It's reali nice to play this song. but difficult lahz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tonigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;t!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;------&gt; it's like a love story lo.. i mean i can make it into a love story. hahaz. due to a lil genius work from bout me and my buddy larris (who underwent a series of torture) we changed almost every single lyrics. ALMOST!! here's how it goes. sing to it's tune!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We started as strangers.&lt;br /&gt;with different paths in life.&lt;br /&gt;to meet is a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;become friends a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;and then i found out.&lt;br /&gt;as i moved on with life.&lt;br /&gt;that is when i figured.&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i'm waiting for&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we went on our first date.&lt;br /&gt;to a place where the stars all shine.&lt;br /&gt;walking by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;together hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;and then she ask me.&lt;br /&gt;how do i feel tonight.&lt;br /&gt;and i said " darling!! i feel wonderful tonight&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i feel wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;because i see the love light in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the wonder of it all&lt;br /&gt;is that you just dont realise&lt;br /&gt;how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Then it's late in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;she's wondering what clothes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;she puts on her make-up.&lt;br /&gt;she brushes her long black hair.&lt;br /&gt;then she ask me.&lt;br /&gt;do i look alright??&lt;br /&gt;and i say YES! you look wonderful tonight&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we go to a party.&lt;br /&gt;where everyone turns to see.&lt;br /&gt;this beautiful lady.&lt;br /&gt;that is walking around with me.&lt;br /&gt;and then she ask me.&lt;br /&gt;do i feel alright.&lt;br /&gt;and i say YES!! i feel wonderful tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's time to go home now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having an aching head.&lt;br /&gt;so i gave her my car keys.&lt;br /&gt;she helps to bed.&lt;br /&gt;and then i told her.&lt;br /&gt;as i turned out the lights.&lt;br /&gt;and i said " darling, you were wonderful tonight!!"&lt;br /&gt;oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111582324852920619?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111582324852920619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111582324852920619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111582324852920619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111582324852920619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-i-need-you-youre-almost-here-song.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111581774880658008</id><published>2005-05-11T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:03:50.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/640/P1010081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/320/P1010081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;larris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;liew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Budd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111581774880658008?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111581774880658008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111581774880658008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111581774880658008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111581774880658008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-larris-liew-my-best-buddy.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111543915062833352</id><published>2005-05-06T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T07:56:25.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/640/P1010042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/320/P1010042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-yay-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; group. continued!! This is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;brotherhood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaz. hahaz. like some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gangster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; theme like that.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-grins-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our -yay- group includes many ppl you know? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ahn Kiat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Biswas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Larris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anthony&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and many many more. so those in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; erm.. sorry to wake you up from ya &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but face &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; please?? no more actings. hahahaz. if anyone's wondering where we learn all this poses from, hahaz. it's from my sister. since then, everyone's like this. hahaz. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;check up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today. dunno what the heck went wrong for my last. must go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blood marrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; test all siah. imagine a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thick needle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going into your wrist. -gosh- i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screamed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lo. it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you know. biting my shirt. as they drained the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; i felt very cold. it went into this special looking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then later, they stick another &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;needle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into my other hand. now i'm reali almost to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it hurts terribly. thankfully, the concern look on your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i imagined &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;comforted&lt;/span&gt; me. left wrist blood came out. right wrist blood came in. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ouch-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all this is done after they took several&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;small containers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my blood. haiz. something must be wrong with me man. all these blood. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;jeremy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;keith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after that. hahaz. went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to study with the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;group. i studied &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; till like almost dead. dun understand a shit so instead, read books that we took. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hahaz.before that we met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;larris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at burger king, ate long john. had a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; encounter in the library. hahaz. this stupid guy lo. keep &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disturbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; us. hahaz. saw a gal that looked like keith's cousin also. she's kinda cute though. guess she spotted us staring at her. so cheekly i gave her a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;reassuring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smile. -shocked- i didnt know this was called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;flirting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;causeway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for dinner after that with the yayyies. hahaz. went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;pasta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then stand there before going to burger king to eat. hahaz. then went jalan jalan. go disturb ppl in the lift all. hahaz. larris got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scolded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by the girl though. we all jus laugh. hahaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;novena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;holy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;uncle &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told us was equally shocking. nv fully trust a preach on what he says as &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have already warned us that in life, there'll be many ppl bearing my name claiming to be me that will surface with all kinds of different situation. you must know how dicern between the right and wrong and not listen blindly.&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; man!! but after much discussion, it is said that given time you'll understand. so i guess i'm still a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; small boy. hahaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's all for now. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE QUIERO MUCHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111543915062833352?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111543915062833352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111543915062833352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111543915062833352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111543915062833352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/05/our-yay-group.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111543688937719505</id><published>2005-05-06T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:11:28.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/640/P1010051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/320/P1010051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Larissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! ok i'm supposed to talk bout her but i cant help &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;noticing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were kinda close!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;DamN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! hahaz. WELL, she likes that colour &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;green green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everywhere!! wahaha!! known her for like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. only the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; though. which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i knew her only like almost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? this is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the fact that we're in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cat class since who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when!! hahaz. she's one girl who always has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sleeves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. nv will she fail to keep your life &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;occupied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;scares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she gives &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now and then. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HeRe's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LifeTime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TE QUIERO MUCHO&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111543688937719505?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111543688937719505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111543688937719505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111543688937719505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111543688937719505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-larissa-ok-im-supposed-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111543684560939359</id><published>2005-05-06T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T20:45:57.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/640/P1010069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/320/P1010069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;schoolmate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;partner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in crime!! hahaz. hahaz. we had a lot of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;difficultly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; taking a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; together!! hahaz. i'm either too tall or my neck something wrong. dunno why horz? hahaz. neway we're on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she 's going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; while me? going to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! she's one &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kind soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that loan me all her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuff. then so lor sor also. this cannot that cannot hahaz. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also cannot horz? so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bout me. ask me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;study&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hard all.. mad huh? hahaz. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to make &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of her. hahaz. i look &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to our time in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOVE YA LOTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111543684560939359?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111543684560939359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111543684560939359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111543684560939359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111543684560939359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-dear-rong-rong-my-schoolmate-my.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111470080383081513</id><published>2005-04-28T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T08:09:34.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/640/P10100631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/79/5464/320/P10100631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;As you can see, this is my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. my hand that is designed by someone? it's called henna!! a whole ten bucks for it man!! lucky it looks nice. hahaz. did it with my mum, aunty dot, aunty martha. hahaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;neway, gave my first guitar lessons today. it's kinda funny. i dunno where to start. lucky my tudi didnt make me too embarrassed!! :) hahaz. she's quite a fast learner too. hahaz. i enjoyed myself though. looking forward to the next lesson. hahaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;neway i saw something on someone's nick today. dunno whether i should ask her anyway. dunno if anything is going on. hahaz. guess there might be but oh wells.. hahaz. hahahaz.. but i doubt so!! supposed to have confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;guess this is it. will update on any short comings. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISSING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whoever i'm supposed to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm also &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whoever i'm supposed to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE QUIERO MUCHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111470080383081513?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111470080383081513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111470080383081513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111470080383081513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111470080383081513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/as-you-can-see-this-is-my-_111470080383081513.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111448639597429819</id><published>2005-04-25T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:33:15.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lalalalas.. hahaz. here i am again. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lazying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ard when i'm supposed to do work like&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ppl. but got &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wireless &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;internet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. how &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tempting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can that be? hahaz.i've already gotten ready for &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. which is &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;superly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. hahaz. though i'm stil confused bout some stuff, i'm getting a hang outta it. hahaz. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is getting better i guess. alot of &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be coming outta nowhere. still need to &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;practic&lt;/strong&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's all about you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though. must get the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of it right? hahaz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;neway &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i went plaza sing!! the company was great lo. i guess it was the best. hahaz. i still think it can be better though. hahaz. it's up to us right? hehez. but still msg half way then nv heard from you le.. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-blehz-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahaz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;going to &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGAPORE &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;POLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today!! for some maths stuff. haiz. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hhahahahahaz.!!!??!! dunno why i so &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also. hehez. i'm missing everyone i'm supposed to miss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~^pRiNcEsS^~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - yes yes..&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you too.. i wanna meet ya too.. how how how?? hahahaz. i jus cant wait to see ya you know? hahaz. the&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excitement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of you bringing my &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is gonna be fun. hahaz. hahaz. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though. endure.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111448639597429819?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111448639597429819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111448639597429819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111448639597429819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111448639597429819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/lalalalas.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111392614391717274</id><published>2005-04-22T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:09:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/640/me%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/320/me%2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; my darling Sister, oh oh.. aren't we jus cute?? hahaz!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111392614391717274?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392614391717274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111392614391717274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392614391717274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392614391717274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-my-darling-sister-oh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111392606139859628</id><published>2005-04-22T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:09:46.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/640/mountophir2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/320/mountophir2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MADE IT!! we're on the summit of MOUNT OPHIR!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111392606139859628?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392606139859628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111392606139859628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392606139859628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392606139859628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-made-it-were-on-summit-of-mount.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111414311030277613</id><published>2005-04-21T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:11:50.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; all abt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's all bout &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! lalalala!! hahaz. this song is getting nicer every minute. -laughs- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;violin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lesssons are difficult!! damn!! it's like so complicated lo. oh well, must endure!! i can do it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-yay-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;got my pay man.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$405&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..plus commission.. hahaz. guess i might still have a lil extra to treat ya sushi. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-calling the sushi partners-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahaz. went shopping for my sister's bdae present. in the end bought shoes for myself. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total90 black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de.. not out yet in singapore but i dunno how i got it. it's damn nice lo. too bad my size is 7. if not we can share right? hahaz. it costs like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. then while walking, i saw a damn nice jacket. who might have thought i bought it too. hahaz. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$60&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gone again. first time in history i have spend so much on myself already. then walking past this flower shop thingy. then i thought of someone who has been down lately. i sent it to your office horz!! did it cheer ya up?? i wonder!! it costs like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$85&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haiz. is it worth it? hahaz. anyway, i also bought a digital camera. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$699&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; siah!! but lucky, pay in installments. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.0 mega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pixels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ,man!! siao right? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$55 every month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. should be ok if i keep saving. bought an ipod mini also for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$499&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$38&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; every month. which makes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; per month. i think i'm going to die. hopefully i can manage. hahaz. all the expenditure for this month reali sucks lo. haiz. sharing it with my sister. so it's ok i guess. mayb she'll hep me with payent too. hahaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;neway, gonna end soon. haiz. till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;it's all abt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;te quiero mucho&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111414311030277613?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111414311030277613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111414311030277613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111414311030277613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111414311030277613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-all-abt-you-its-all-bout-you.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111392598768867096</id><published>2005-04-19T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:53:07.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/640/PICT0104.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/320/PICT0104.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's disappearing... somebody!! give that sun a float!! hahaz. SO NICE!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111392598768867096?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392598768867096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111392598768867096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392598768867096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392598768867096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-disappearing.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111392588852533633</id><published>2005-04-19T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:51:28.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/640/PICT0083.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/320/PICT0083.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a B.E.A.U.TIFUL sunset!! i jus lurveeee it. i wanna feel the way i feel when i'm with you!! hahaz!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111392588852533633?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392588852533633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111392588852533633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392588852533633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392588852533633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-b.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111392582063893367</id><published>2005-04-19T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:50:20.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/640/PICT0099.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/320/PICT0099.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MooDy!! hahaz!! what to do?? it was so boring!! haiz!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111392582063893367?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392582063893367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111392582063893367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392582063893367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392582063893367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/moody-hahaz-what-to-do-it-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111392576060464227</id><published>2005-04-19T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:49:20.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/640/PICT0042.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/320/PICT0042.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Different hair styles!! can you guess which is me? hehe!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111392576060464227?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392576060464227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111392576060464227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392576060464227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392576060464227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/three-different-hair-styles-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111392569528640343</id><published>2005-04-19T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:48:15.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/640/PICT0041.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/320/PICT0041.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me , Terence , Yuan Boon , at the entrance of a bridge!! hahaz. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111392569528640343?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392569528640343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111392569528640343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392569528640343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392569528640343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-terence-yuan-boon-at-entrance-of.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111392558398967426</id><published>2005-04-19T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:46:23.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/640/PICT0015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/320/PICT0015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird Alert!! A very birdie experience!! hahaz!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111392558398967426?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392558398967426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111392558398967426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392558398967426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392558398967426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/bird-alert-very-birdie-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111392548084423487</id><published>2005-04-19T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:44:40.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/640/PICT0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5282/320/PICT0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on the sentosa bus staring at soemthing!! gosh!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111392548084423487?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111392548084423487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111392548084423487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392548084423487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111392548084423487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-me-on-sentosa-bus-staring-at.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111375192456128654</id><published>2005-04-17T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T08:33:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;suddenly i'm in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with this song. and suddenly, i learn how to play this song. then suddenly everyone wants to learn this song. hahaz. -hi5's- we're all same! hehez. My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has the title as her nick. anthony has it on his nick. i have it on my nick. hahaz. coincidence? hehez. guess not! wheeez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day of my life. hahaz. first of all, she finally replied my msg!?! hahaz. i have so wanted to talk to her for these many months. finally i got one msg across. yay!! hahaz. then i have got dart competition. hahaz. my god!! i have nv played this before in my entire life. but i played darts? hahaz. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and myself pro man! hahaz. i'm happy for ourselves. hahaz. then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;larris, jared and myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; play "it's all about you" on guitar!! lalala!! the tune's stuck in my head!! hahaz. but it's a catchy tune. thenw e went burger king eat!! wa lau.. my ez-link card dunno go where le. hahaz. so need ,my sister to buy it for me. hahaz.then we went for conclave! wa lau... so lil youths only man.. talk about youths going&gt;?? hahaz. that's it for forst impression. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-in father's office-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; laughter was the main ingredients. hahaz. today will be the last week for anyone who is going after a girl or is with a girl to kiss and say goodbye!! that's damn funny!! we all laughed at it. till he said we'll be outta the servers. hahaz. so yup. i totally agree with father! then the talk on pornography and masturbation!! need table tennis bat all siah!! damn funny.. then priscilla came in suddenly. we all laughed again. ahhahaahahahahaz.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well... hahaz. i think that's all for this very beloved day. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all abt you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;te quiero mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! muaacckkz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111375192456128654?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111375192456128654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111375192456128654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111375192456128654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111375192456128654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/suddenly-im-in-love-with-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111375039432413515</id><published>2005-04-17T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T08:08:29.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's all about you (it's all bout you)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you baby (it's all about)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you (it's all bout you)&lt;br /&gt;Ít's All about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you asked me&lt;br /&gt;Something I thought&lt;br /&gt;you knew&lt;br /&gt;So I told you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you whispered in my ear&lt;br /&gt;And you told me too&lt;br /&gt;Said you make my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would answer all your wishes&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me to&lt;br /&gt;But if you deny me one of your kisses&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and&lt;br /&gt;Say three words like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the kitchen tiles It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music inturlude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would answer all your wishes&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me to&lt;br /&gt;But if you deny me one of your kisses&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and&lt;br /&gt;Say three words like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the kitchen tiles&lt;br /&gt;Yes you make my life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;So I told you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you (it's all bout you)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you baby (it's all about)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you (it's all bout you)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you baby (it's all about)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you (it's all bout you)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you baby (it's all about)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you (it's all bout you)&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you, It's all about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111375039432413515?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111375039432413515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111375039432413515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111375039432413515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111375039432413515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-all-about-you-its-all-bout-you-its.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111347568021046752</id><published>2005-04-14T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T06:07:39.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess some day i'm going to prove you wrong. and when i do, it'll be a hell of an experience for you. keep talking bout me. i would care. the day will come where i prove you wrong. then ppl will know you are talking rubbish. jus dun give me the chance to prove you wrong that's it. let's jus wait and see ok? i can ensure you, i'll bring it to the end. hahaz. but it's quite bad also since we're all a whole but it takes a mistake to know a lesson. so BEAT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway, the SPC is doing fine. our hard work is running smoothly. not that i want to be proud and declare it my idea, i should reali admire the things samuel does. especially when dealing with ppl whom only rubbish comes out of the mouth. samuel's idea of starting the SPC is working amazing.i guess it's time they take over stuff. but still ppl will nv want to listen. arhz! hahaz. the sec 3's are damn fun to be with. it'll be our loss to lose any of them from the servers. but what to do? outside influence is always better. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been wearing my ALB for almost two weeks le. hahaz. well least i have an ALB. but i wonder what does it mean? i get the respect and badmouthing at the back. what the hell. hahaz. haiya. forget it. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, acupuncture today was kinda retarded. i twisted and turn everytime a needle came in contact with my skin. hahaz.my toes are freezing. hahaz. the air con is getting too cold for me. work was terrible though. i dropped a plate on one of my customer. lucky she said it's ok. if not, there goes my pay man. it was damn comical. i saw her at the station again and she said, "hahaz! i dunno ya name but i sure remember that you're the guy who dropped the plate on me. hahaz!" well, she sure knows how to start a conversation. from city hall to jurong, i knew where she stay le. bukit batok. she is in NYGH. she's taking her o's this year. that's like so cool. ask why she didnt go school today, she say she sick. what a liar. hahaz. oh well, a total stranger!! didnt get her number though. would be betraying my inner self. hahaz. the heart is willing but the flesh is weak. or it it the other way round? hahaz. whatever man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111347568021046752?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111347568021046752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111347568021046752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111347568021046752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111347568021046752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-guess-some-day-im-going-to-prove-you.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111337529657216107</id><published>2005-04-12T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T23:55:48.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember when, we never needed each other&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends like&lt;br /&gt;Sister and Brother&lt;br /&gt;We understood, we'd never be,&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone, and I want so much&lt;br /&gt;The night is long and I need your touch&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Falling so hard so fast this time&lt;br /&gt;What did I say, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;How did I fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;And I start to tremble&lt;br /&gt;Brings back the child that, I resemble&lt;br /&gt;I cannot pretend, that we can still be friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Falling so hard so fast this time&lt;br /&gt;What did I say, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;How did I fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want to say this right&lt;br /&gt;And it has to be tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just need you to know, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live this life&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With you I wanna spend&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Falling so hard so fast this time&lt;br /&gt;What did I say, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;How did I fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Falling so hard so fast this time&lt;br /&gt;Everything's changed, we never knew&lt;br /&gt;How did I fall,&lt;br /&gt;in love ,&lt;br /&gt;with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111337529657216107?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111337529657216107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111337529657216107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111337529657216107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111337529657216107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/remember-when-we-never-needed-each.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111322850703198890</id><published>2005-04-11T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T07:08:27.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~^AnGeL^~ - LoNg LoSt WiFe!! hahaz. where got long lost? jus that we didnt see each other for 16days to be exact. It's not that long but mayb i'm kinda like pining for ya. hahaz. muggin must be tiring for you. i wish i could help ease that burden.but i'm reali sorry. hmm.. i'm looking forward to meeting ya though. yes? hehez. i forgot to tell you bout my funny dream. will tell ya soon yeah? hehez. LOve Ya! muaacckks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~^ChAmUeL^~ - you've been reali patient.  i respect that. hahaz. i told you bout what i know already. i hope this will work things out. yeah? sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~^TeReSa^~ - Have i neglected you long? i'm reali sorry. i know i've made a deal with ya bout not neglecting you. i'm reali sorry. jus that i have been busy, jumping from place to place. hahaz. i'm disappointed to announce also that i actually didnt miss you. but i do think of you. i see our mag and i actually think of our past. hahaz. oh wells. i know you're still looking. but i'm still waiting. i'm reali sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~^LiEw, Ng, Ang, Mark^~ - thank you for your help today. reali appreciate it. sory if i was harsh too.hahaz.lol. our friday movie will still be on eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reali sorry for the out burst but you're getting on my nerves. the fact that you disrespect samuel means you disrespect me. the more you disrespect him the more you disrespect me. the fact that i'm sometimes tough is because of ppl like you. you shouldn't talk so much when you dun play a part. especially talking abt what other ppl do.you are a BIG TURN OFF!! i'm reali glad i can take it in my stride. i guess it's time for you to go. and you know it. dun sit behind the chair and give a nice show with ppl backing you up thinking you're sfae. it's time to go. not that i want to. but for the benefit of everyone i ought you to go. before something nasty ever happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway, i spologise for my closed up behavior. hahaz. give me time. i'll be different. i just hope i dun do so much till you dunno who i am. hahaz. te quiero mucho!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111322850703198890?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111322850703198890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111322850703198890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111322850703198890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111322850703198890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/angel-long-lost-wife-hahaz.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111306717445357602</id><published>2005-04-09T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T10:19:34.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~^ScUmBag^~ - if you're reading this, stop whatever you're doing ok? stop this nonsense bout me bout the servers ok? i'm a server too. do your bad mouthing somewhere. dun think ppl dun know what you're talking abt ok? you wish to talk bout anyone, talk bout yourself. you dun have to speak ill of ppl ard you and make thing bad for yourself. you're not getting any support if you notice. but well, i'm dun care. i have nv care. it'll be a while till i'm gone. so dun worry. alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111306717445357602?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111306717445357602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111306717445357602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111306717445357602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111306717445357602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/scumbag-if-youre-reading-this-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111286384806417301</id><published>2005-04-07T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:50:48.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Wedding Date is funny. captivating. but i cant say the same for the company i had with me. i got so many questions to ask. so many things to tell you. so many but i dunno when i see you, it jus died down. like everything i wanna do jus went phoop!! disappeared!! i think you might say the same for me. i mean it's not like the last time. you're no longer treating me the normal way you treat others. i see you speaking to ppl freely, but to me, everything seems withdrawn. i wonder what did i do to deserve this. but i cant ask that much. we're supposed to be something special that day but i reali couldn't do anything. i wonder if you actually knew i gave you my new number. but it's no difference. hahaz. i need someone to talk to. someone to confine in. everyone seems missing. especially you. you told me that you'll still be there if i ever need you. but you are not. you lied. but i dont blame you. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick.. fever adding a lil cough.. maybe a few headaches. i cant stand it man. i was jus telling my angel to take care of herself when i suddenly got struck down by this unexpected flu. it reali could have killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~^RoNg RoNg^~ - your methods arent working you know? hahaz. but i think your concerns are working well. hahaz. i didnt mean to go into the train wet and drenched. it's jus that i was rushing. that ice cube thingy? i'm sorry to say i too lazy to do that. hahaz. forgive me! your concerns reali sometimes bring me out of my misery. but you so lazy. i'm having second thoughts whether to listen to ya. hahaz. i spoke to Pretty Pretty Alvina online. it's kinda like awkward. cos i dunno her. but she likes the straight forwardness. like my words. sometimes too cruel but i speak the truth. hahaz. you pink pig. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~^Ng, Lo, Yeo^~ - next next wednesday ok? we will prevail against the brothers. especially brother cocky. hahaz. he played damn good that day lo. OUCH!! hahaz. i was sick so couldn't play properly. Sorry. but it's nice seeing you all getting scolded by the OR PER. hahahaz. damn funny. but lloking forward to our jerseys. and our next soccer match. LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~^AnGeL^~ - wei wei, it's like forever sonce i last saw you. haiz. hahaz. ya mom smiled to me last saturday. hahaz. your brother ask me to help him cos he's been chased ard by some girls. hahaz. coincidence? hahaz. i was listening this song. "in the arms of an angel, fly away from here" i reali hope to disappear fromt his place. maybe for a while i also happy. hahaz. i'm learnign to play beautiful soul on guitar. when i know i teach you kkz? hahaz. Te Quiero Mucho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111286384806417301?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111286384806417301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111286384806417301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111286384806417301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111286384806417301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/wedding-date-is-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111254209050269221</id><published>2005-04-03T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T08:28:10.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were strangers, starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming, what we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are, I'm suddenly standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me, I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected, what you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope&lt;br /&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life is a road and I wanna keep goin&lt;br /&gt;'Love is a river I wanna keep flowin&lt;br /&gt;'Life is a road now and forever wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I want to be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers, on a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming, how our dreams would come true&lt;br /&gt;Now here we stand, unafraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I need love in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Now I know my dream will live on&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is going to tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road and I wanna keep goin&lt;br /&gt;'Love is a river I wanna keep flowin&lt;br /&gt;'Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;In the end I want to be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginningWith you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111254209050269221?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111254209050269221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111254209050269221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111254209050269221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111254209050269221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-were-strangers-starting-out-on.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111254072002754264</id><published>2005-04-03T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T08:05:20.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The World falls to it's knees at the death of our holy father, Pope john paul the 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"holy father" the pope assistance asks once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no answer from the pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"holy father" the cardinal asks second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no answer from our holy father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your holiness" the bishops asks lastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no answer from the man lying on his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the room knelt down for a moment of silence.&lt;br /&gt;some with tears streaming down their cheeks. `&lt;br /&gt;this is the custom of the vatican.&lt;br /&gt;The Pope's aide will call his name three times.&lt;br /&gt;The Pope who will already be in heaven will not answer.&lt;br /&gt;with that, they say a prayer before removing his rings.&lt;br /&gt;The rings are then taken to be smashed into bits before remaking a new one for the new pope.&lt;br /&gt;after everything is settled, the news will be announced that our pope has passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111254072002754264?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111254072002754264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111254072002754264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111254072002754264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111254072002754264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/04/world-falls-to-its-knees-at-death-of.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111227516257050636</id><published>2005-03-31T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T05:19:22.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He's fought and he's fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He's on his knees before he's on his feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A sinister romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, he's about to be and she's about to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Teachin' torches to burn bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She's hanging on the cheek of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A snowy dove trooping with crows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He never saw true beauty till tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She'll take him to the brink of deliverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Show him that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So he falls in love to feel that he's falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She'll let him know his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He's fought and he's fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He's on his knees before he's on his feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A glittery romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, he's about to be and she's about to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;His bounty's boundless like the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;His love is endless, just as deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The more he gives the more he has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;`Cause both of them are truly infinite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She'll take him to the brink of deliverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Show him that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So he falls in love to feel that he's falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She'll let him know his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A sinister romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He's on his knees before he's on his feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She'll take him to the brink of deliverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Show him that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So he falls in love to feel that he's falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She'll let him know his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She'll take him to the brink of deliverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Show him that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111227516257050636?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111227516257050636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111227516257050636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111227516257050636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111227516257050636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/hes-fought-and-hes-fallen-hes-on-his.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111227468784648883</id><published>2005-03-31T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T05:11:27.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Where you are seems to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As far as an eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Outstretched arms open hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And if it never ends then when do we start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'll never leave you behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Or treat you unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And with a tear in my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Give me the sweetest goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That I ever did receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pushing forward and arching back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bring me closer to heart attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Say goodbye and just fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When you comebackI have some things to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How does it feel to know you never have to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When you get home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There must be someplace here that only you and I could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I can show you how I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dream away everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Try so hard to disregard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The rhythm of the rain that drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And coincides with the beating of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'll never leave you behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Or treat you unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And with a tear in my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Give me the sweetest goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That I ever did receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pushing forward and arching back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bring me closer to heart attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Say goodbye and just fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When you comeback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have some things to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How does it feel to know you never have to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When you get home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There must be someplace here that only you and I could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I can show you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111227468784648883?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111227468784648883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111227468784648883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111227468784648883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111227468784648883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-you-are-seems-to-beas-far-as.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111227455912964039</id><published>2005-03-31T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T05:09:19.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I be so inclinded to climb up inside you would you tell me that the time just isn't right?&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever find the key you hide so well,&lt;br /&gt;will you tell me that I can spend the night?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your smell on my coat&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your taste on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I still fail to understand what it is about this woman&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Oh Woh, woh woh&lt;br /&gt;If I could bottle up the chills you give me, I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman, it is you that would come flowing from my pen, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your clothes on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Making me walk out the door and&lt;br /&gt;I still fail to understand what it is about this woman&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, oh&lt;br /&gt;Helplessly melting as I stand next to the sun and as she burned me, I am screaming out for more.&lt;br /&gt;Drink every drop of liquid heat that I've become, pop me open spit me out onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your smell on my coat&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your taste on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I still fail to understand what it is about this woman&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your smell on my coat&lt;br /&gt;(Leaving your smell on my coat)&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your taste on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;(Leaving your taste on my shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;I still fail to understand what it is about this woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111227455912964039?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111227455912964039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111227455912964039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111227455912964039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111227455912964039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-i-be-so-inclinded-to-climb-up.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111227432041152749</id><published>2005-03-31T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T05:05:20.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;REMY BURGERS!! 1 FOR $2.50!! WOW!! imagine the amount of money they can make? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;- grins-  this stall gave me a light bulb. whooo!! sorry fellas!! the deal bout the haunted house isn't going to work out. my apologies for not enduring the lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;this is not workin out well for me. hahahaz. all the fun i'm having. isn't reali going well. the idea that wardens are going for a mount ohpir trip doesnt seem to register in my head right now. hahahaz. but i'll love to follow. but as they say, they're jus talking only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ahhh, cant wait for school. to think i actually miss school. working and bumming together doesn't mix well you see. hahaz. the stitches on my foot is taken out. yup. happy? nahz. i feel much cared upon with my feet. hahahaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;my handphone two year plan up le.. how how? no phone line now. how? but how would someone miss me? if it reminds me of my past? hahaz. i guess if i actually change my number, only mayb a few ppl will want to know. so be it. careful they sell shirts that says, " he made me change my number" hahahaz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DAmmit!! Rui en is damn hot in person!! how old is she? double damn!! i'm a small boy to her. hahahaz. for me who sweats in the palms when approaching someone i didnt know, i actually smiled to her.. gorgous!! how lil secret distance relationship. hahahaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;buenas noches comiendo moviendo ducha banarse tomar una ducha andale pues te amo hay problema me veo bien hasta luego especialmente parati te quiero mucho parati um beso tu espanol - these are spanish words which took me like a year to actually master it.. from goodbye to hello to how's life.. but i still dunno the word you!! laughs. i'm kinda crazy. taking a foreign language in this crazy world. well i am. i want to charm my friends with the way i speak. it needs patience. time also. hahahaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BIRDIE NUM NUM~~!!! stupid name for a stupid bird!! wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;catch me if you can!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;loves!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111227432041152749?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111227432041152749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111227432041152749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111227432041152749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111227432041152749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/remy-burgers-1-for-2.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111224767700709015</id><published>2005-03-30T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:41:17.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it all&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And she’s calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;br /&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;br /&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t look its killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it allIt started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like thisIt was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m falling asleepAnd she’s calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;br /&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;br /&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t look its killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibi&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never...I never...I never...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111224767700709015?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111224767700709015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111224767700709015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111224767700709015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111224767700709015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-coming-out-of-my-cage-and-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111224635652893284</id><published>2005-03-30T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:19:16.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shuo bu shang wei shen me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wo bian de hen zhu dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;re ai shang yi ge ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shen me dou hui zhi de qu zuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wo xiang da sheng shun bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dui ni yi yi bu she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lian ge bi ling ju dou cai dao wo xian zai de gan shao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he bian de feng, zai chui zhe tou fa, piao dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;qian zhe ni de shou, yi zhen mo ming gan dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wo xiang dai ni hui wo de wai po jia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yi qi, kan zhe ri luo, yi zhi dao wo men dou shui jiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wo xiang jiu zhe yang qian zhe ni de shou bu fang kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hai neng bu neng gou yung yuan dan chun mei you bei ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wo, xiang dai ni qi dan che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wo, xiang he ni kan bang qiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xiang zhe yang mei dan you chang zhe ge yi zhi zou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wo xiang jiu zhe yang qian zhe ni de shou bu fang kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hai ke bu ke yi jian jian dan dan mei you shang hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ni, kao zhe wo de jian pang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ni, zai wo xiong kou shui jiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xiang zhe yang de sheng huo wo ai ni, ni ai wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111224635652893284?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111224635652893284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111224635652893284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111224635652893284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111224635652893284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/shuo-bu-shang-wei-shen-mewo-bian-de.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111210083894811381</id><published>2005-03-29T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T04:53:58.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could well be a God sent angel, but every now and then, the demon in me emmerse to the surface. Its most visible when I attempt to strike a vengenace. Most of the times, I don't carry them out, (please believe me!) but mere evil thoughts/plans show that Satan is at work. "I got hurt, n that person who causes it needs to know exactly how it felt".Its rather shocking to discover that sucha simple yet damaging idea could ever exist in a mind of an "angel". Then, perhaps rather than being an angel, I am in fact a demon at heart. "..... like a villain with a smiling cheek, a goodly apple rotten at the heart." (The Merchant of Venice, I:3) It'd then be ironic for a destructive demon to save the world. Then maybe God has really sent me down to earth specificly for a character change. My constant quest for knowledge of psychology/psychotherapy could really be to tame my evil soul rather than other's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111210083894811381?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111210083894811381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111210083894811381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111210083894811381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111210083894811381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-could-well-be-god-sent-angel-but.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111210080651917531</id><published>2005-03-29T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T04:53:26.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If my sky should fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would you even call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've opened up my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never want to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm giving you the ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can feel the butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll love you when your blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But tell me darling true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What am I to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111210080651917531?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111210080651917531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111210080651917531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111210080651917531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111210080651917531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-my-sky-should-fallwould-you-even.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111193744417423543</id><published>2005-03-27T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:30:44.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cross was done for us. the cross was done by us.</title><content type='html'>i think in a two way situation, the cross which hung our savior was done both by us and for us. it's hard to actually think things needs to be solve in a violent way. the way i treated jesus during the play amde me think, back then, 2000years ago, how did jesus felt? ppl cursed me when i spitted at him. how how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maundy thursday - this day was like the worst day of my life. haiz. the whole of mass is screwed up. everything wasn't doned according to plan. but it turned out well anyway.was quite glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good friday - had the passion of christ play in two churches. holy spirit and st anthony's. reali emotional the play. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy saturday - we're doing everything in the rain. my god!! i'm so drench.. because of it, i'm sick now. having flu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111193744417423543?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111193744417423543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111193744417423543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111193744417423543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111193744417423543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/cross-was-done-for-us-cross-was-done.html' title='the cross was done for us. the cross was done by us.'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111193669868338141</id><published>2005-03-27T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:11:58.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>buddies!!!</title><content type='html'>Angel (lao po) - i'm reali sorry i called you and told you bout him.. forgive me kkz? hahaz.. well, hahaz. we're not supposed to tell anyone we're eloping. hehez. seriously, i think i sent a msg that said mostly guys who goes overseas gets questioned when coming back.. that was how the husband and wife thingy came along. hahahaz. today marks our anniversary yeah? almost a year since we knew each other. though i'm not the best you have, it was the best i could give you. reali contented that you actually took time to talk and sometimes even helping me to get over boredom.well, as for the laughing part, hahaz. i cant believe i made you laugh so much. hahaz. how's brother in law? hehez. spoke to ya mom today anyway.. she seems relunctant. hahahaz. oh wells, how was my announcements today? sawadi ka!! wahahaha!!learn from me yeah? hahhaahhaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess - i'm so glad you came to watch the play. against all odds you actually turned up. i'm very happy. love love love love you!!! hahahaz.. when's our dinner date? i'll surely make it a unforgetable wan. hahahz. i'm thinking bout first time when we first met. how did it happened? how come that meeting made us the way we are today? hahaz. thinking back, i realised that much we actually went thru. competitions where you will get us all scared cos of your whining. also how we can actually comfort you when you cry. how you laugh and spill coke all over my shirt. my new white P.E shirt. how we joke about fries being right up ya nose. many many many other stuff. hahahaz. do you remember? tell me if you do kkz? we'll laugh bout it all over again. hehez. you like my hair huh? wow!! you know? you're the first to actually say that? so sweet of you!! -kisses-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling - i miss you so much!! i jus cant stand it anymore. i dunno why but i guess this is good for us yeah? you wont be happy spending time with me. i guess going different ways is reali what we're supposed to go. it's quite difficult trying to do this but i'm reali trying. you already did it. so i hoped you're happy. i appreciate the things you done for me and mayb someday you'll see the things i do too. jus take care and have fun. i'll still be here if you ever need. but well, i dunno how long i'll last. but i assure you that the fire is still brightly lit until mayb you put it out and cast me out of your island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rong Rong, did i ignore you? i'm reali sorry. hahahaz. we watched two movies together only. so sad right? went out twice only. right? hahahaz. thks for the support you gave me for my play. sorry also if i have neglected you these few days. isn't the me but i'm reali sorry. i'll make it up ok? yeah? neway, i think we have an awkward first meeting. the shy shy kind? dun dare say hi, dun dare approach each other de. hahaz. neway, i haven seen you wearing the cap i got you. nor have you cooked for me. basket!! everytime ask me eat maggie. want me bald huh? you will bear seeing me bald? wahahaha. till next time. love ya lots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid monkey - did i ignore you? hahahaz. sorry bout all the msg i ignore. my phone reminds me of my past. so yup. been putting it aside for quite sometime. sorry yeah? tell me bout your trip sometime. sorry for being too busy. i'l still not forget you. hahahaz. love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111193669868338141?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111193669868338141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111193669868338141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111193669868338141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111193669868338141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/buddies.html' title='buddies!!!'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111146220371000457</id><published>2005-03-21T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:30:03.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Hoo!!</title><content type='html'>Jeremy Jeremy.. why so angry?? like i said, being angry stops your journey in life.. take it, move on and have fun.. you didnt do anything wrong.. it wasn't directed to you.. you're a good friend.. i like that.. but this kinda things i urged you not to get involved.. dun make it your problem.. yeah? i know you know what respect means. i've been with you that long. you ought to know. therefore, let them experience it. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Kiat arhz, stupid you!! weakling lehz.. like that also kenna stomach problem.you know what's been happening yeah? please help me!! make me laugh more. but still, dun neglect ya duties ok? especially ya studies. dun neglect them. always be prepared!! yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larris, you siao izzit? tell you dun come late once still come late.. want a beating huh? want me to slap you? hahaz.. oh wells, you better try not to be late again. i dun like it ok? if you are late.. inform me or something. dun jus step into church and say sorry?? ok?? learn!! it'll be time you take over ok? whatever i did wrong dun follow. whatever i did right, follow. ok? use your brains!! hahaz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biswas, i'm surely reali going to kill you. fromyoung tell you things always act blur.. aiyo.. haiya. dun disappoint me horz? ok ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long long talk!! you're right!! i shouldn't be in this situation when things like this happened.it's not my fault that you want to ignore me. it's your own. hmm, mayb you're jus being naive. or mayb i am. but i'm not the one ignoring. so yup!! your call!! like the phrase says, when the night is the darkest, the dawn is nearing!! so i jus have to wait. yeah yeah yeah!! i like hearing what ppl say but i dun believe then till i hear from you. i'm nv a person who seeks a third opinion. i have a spine you know? to make my decisions and do things the way i want it. you dun like it. tell me. dun tell the whole bloody world bout it? but who's to balme when ppl cant control the mouth like me? who says things directly instead of beating ard the bush? virtue is it's own reward. a house divided against itself cannot stand. respect given is respect gained. you dun ask for it you know? you let it come to you. being a leader doesn't also mean you have to be elder. but even if you're elder, you should go down to the same level and interact. dun be stuck up there. but i cant tell you what to do. you're not that approachable already. not even the ppl close to you. the influence is spreading. i'm still watching and still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, being happy is good. happy.. sha lalala.. hahaz.. darling princess!!! finally i get a closeness talk with ya? hahahaz.. i miss you.. alot.. hahahhaz... many many many loves for you.. i'll see ya on good friday kkz? this kinda of things usually exist in school i'm surprised you came all out..hahahaz.. oh wells, i gtg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya lots!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111146220371000457?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111146220371000457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111146220371000457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111146220371000457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111146220371000457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/boo-hoo.html' title='Boo Hoo!!'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111119389364614904</id><published>2005-03-18T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:58:13.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Days</title><content type='html'>yippe.. finally.. i'm back.. hahaz.. got my ankle swollen though.. maybe all that gung ho jumping had it swollen. well, it's fun man!! i reali wished you'll here with me right now. the summit was great if only you can see it. yup. i'm going to the sinseh today i supposed. later got youth council meeting. maybe after that. waiting for my sister to bathe now. taking whooper long. i think i'm going to be late for the palms thingy. die!! i always trust not to be late but here i am today, a contestant of a latecomer. hahaz. christie msged me like yesterday night. too tired to reply her msg lahz. hahaz. the climb up the mountain was seriously mind taking but everyone managed to the summit. happy!!!!! i saw cheryl, glenda, kenny and a few others. all of my juniors. hahaha. had fun talking to them while climbing.. BISWAS!!! you joker.. make me laugh like a mad dog. SEAN!! you made my heart skip one beat with the near death experience. LARRIS!!! you entertainer.. reali look forward to a leader like you next time. hahaha. ANN KIAT!!! how many overseas friends have we made so far? hahahz. wherever we go whatever we do, we start a conversation with ppl we dunno. hahaz.  guess that's jus us. all the fun making reali reduces the stress in me. guess i'm not going to stop my life jus for some minor problems. this is way better than last time.hmmm, special thks to BUNNY,CHARLES, MARCO, MANDA, DREY, LEX, GEN, and all the others who had helped out with the tents. GOD BLESS YOU GUYS!! hahahahhaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippe.. lying on my bed last night waiting for my mom to come home from work.. but dozed off b4 i could see her.. hahaz.. my dad scolding me on my neglection of myself. HELLO!! i was having fun.. hahahahahahhahz.. who cares what happens!! my darling angel worried bout me i think. hahahaz. i miss her but she say she miss me more than i miss her?? -bleh- you cant teach me how to dance le.. my ankles swollen. hahahz. but i can teach you guitar though. yippee.. dun be ignorant of my actions ok? dun disappoint me like how some ppl did. you know me for long enough kkz? yup? hahahaz. i think that's all for now.. JEREMY!!! DINESH!!! HEAR ME ROAR!! hahahahaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111119389364614904?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111119389364614904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111119389364614904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111119389364614904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111119389364614904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/three-days.html' title='The Three Days'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111090478288876516</id><published>2005-03-15T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T08:39:42.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the whole week!</title><content type='html'>hmm, monday i was supposed to be in this camp grandma told me to go. but decided that mayb i should attend the ophir trip briefing incase i forget some stuff.oh well, this few days not enough slp man. so many things to settle. my school, and so many other stuff. church been killing my brain cells. wa.... least i'm happy with myself bahz yeah?hahaz.thks for the support you give me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now it's tuesday, went ubin with dunman secondary. jude and mac is damn funny. i'm a lone station master!!  well, i managed. thks to alot of things. wahaha. the weather was one thing. me getting ready for ophir trip. wow! hahaz. i had lotsa fun with candice man. she wore this hockey shirt i saw laurie wore once. thought she knew laurie. wasted. it's her sister's school. wheez. aiyo, saturday must cut palms lehz. let me guess!! for palm sunday? -so clever- neway, been helping all these years already.. quite fun hearing the ouchs and eekz everytime someone carries the palms. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. it's 20 days already. it's kinda difficult for me to actually count down to that day but i'm trying to yeah? mayb you'll know but not care. yup. neway. some kinda propaganda been spreading fast lately. heard frm a certain few ppl that i'm sheltered under a protective cover always. not daring to come out? hahaz. alright then. i'll try to come out if it's true. hahaz. praise the lord for all the crazy things ppl tell me. thks. this is not a hypocite's way of thks. yeah? i'm jus living how my life should be. i'm sorry if i've upsetted a certain ppl. especially you. i have no grudges, i dun hold hate. friends are forever what are brothers and sisters then? mayb you'll look at this and say, " a liar lying" oh wells, i dun have to answer anything if that is stuck in your head. i jus have to say mayb it's time to look at yourself rather than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright!! happy go lucky!! hahaz!! i dun like being angry. happy is what i like. yup. "i walk a lonely road" blah blah blah.. i know how to play that song. welcome to my life!! yeah!! i just wanna live!! woohoo!! my dearest angel, i bet yawl jealous? hahaz. too bad i lack a good tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, finally.. a lil secret to share?? i'm removing that stupid piece of metal i my leg already. it's time. hahaz. i need your encouragement. i need you so i can confide in. now you're gone, i look ard finding a good buddy. i found two i called sisters and one i call my brother. i still catch no sight of you? when will you come into the picture? hahaz. oh well, it's late.. may those going mount ophir reach the summit. we can do it. hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111090478288876516?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-111027089563916963</id><published>2005-03-08T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:34:55.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A youth leader anyone?</title><content type='html'>well well well, first time in my life i raised my voice against an elder which i'm not supposed to. but being a youth leader is all bout being listened to am i not right? oh well, i know my intentions very well, jus as father said, ppl who try to bring you down have no sense of fulfillment themselves. i realised this is very true. servers have been there. servers do almost everything that youths cant do. where are youths when there is a clearing up to do? a question put forward by a ministry. well, we are the youths. the familiar faces who do hard work but still get critisized for not helping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;servers have two obligations. for the lit ministry. and for the youths. so many things, so lil time. do i need to ans your question? father asks! which is reali very true. oh well, take things at a time. dun care who's asking the question. you know yourself.i hereby urged all pp to take a look at themselves b4 coming to a conclusion bout something. ppl who lack fulfillment in something. ppl who are listless and ppl who are empty vessels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o's results out le.. i'm quite satisfied but alot of things are beyond my control now.so many meetings with father. but i jus cant seem to know what's going on. i'm on the right track but i'm aimless.hahahahaz. kenna knock in the head all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ophir trainings is very easy nowadays. yup. i'm  very sure i can make it. i'll jus have to  give encouragement to ppl who cant. pat mike says i'm in charge of the trip up there. what the hell. there're ppl older than me. let them get the blame. why me? i guess i jus have that fire and passion that no one else has. who can blame me, someone who do well academically and still have leadership qualities.but being someone not into violence and scoldings, i wonder what can i do. mayb leave scoldings to jill, lectures to sheila, the forcing to whoever wants it. but will they be happy? oh well, an evolution is going to take place. when it does, no one will like it.. especialy in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa... write so long le... should take a break. orhz orhz le.. ahhahahahahahaz... take care man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-111027089563916963?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/111027089563916963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=111027089563916963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111027089563916963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/111027089563916963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/youth-leader-anyone.html' title='A youth leader anyone?'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110995366562801194</id><published>2005-03-04T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T08:27:45.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside the maelstrom howled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Branches shattered and were flung to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Others shook in rabid cycles, marionettes of nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huge droplets of life buzzed through the air like locusts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sky was a sea of churning grey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside the tv bathed the room in its soft glow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot, stale air seeped from the vents in the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carrying along the aroma of hot broth which lingered in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From inside the box of wires and tubes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came soothing voices that numbed the whirling thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the darkness was deep and complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's pretty cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought the girl at the bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She smiled at him, and he returned the favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A crooked grin below sapphire eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They gleamed, as if burning with fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crisp clothes, silky hair, witty banter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Offers were made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And accepted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Screams bouncing from the soundproofed walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once he began the world melted away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all would be bright and hot and crimson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On this plane HE was God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A God of Chaos and random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Death was his gift to give.It was the only escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He only hoped his eyes would not betray his true mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until it was too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110995366562801194?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110995366562801194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110995366562801194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110995366562801194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110995366562801194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/outside-maelstrom-howled.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110995295501620819</id><published>2005-03-04T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T08:15:55.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gonna treat you right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everybody's got the fever, that is something you all know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fever isn't such a new thing, fever started long ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When he put his arms around her, he said "Julie baby you're my flame" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said "Daddy-O don't you dare" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Give me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy won't you treat him right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What a lovely way to burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; What a lovely way to burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110995295501620819?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110995295501620819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110995295501620819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110995295501620819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110995295501620819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/03/fever.html' title='FEVER!!!'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110956959226961388</id><published>2005-02-27T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T08:12:01.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Results will be out in like half an hour...how how how?? i'm so afraid.. there is pressure from everyone. my parents, father terence.. ppl i know.. sometimes i regret knowing too many ppl.i dunno what to do if i didnt perform. my dad will send me to aussie.. then i'll be all alone there. teresa wont be there already.. i'll like be alone. no one to talk too. haiz!!how how how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna watch white noise!! reali.. but still you know ppl dun wan to watch with me? haiz!! double haiz!! oh wells!! hahahahahahaz..my leg hurts.injured by that goondu samuel. oh well.. what to do? hahahahhahahahahahahaz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learn many new songs le.. YEAH!!!!!! hahahahahaz.. i'm learnign save the last dance for me.. it's quite simple but need alot of practice eh?neway i'm off le.. take care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110956959226961388?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110956959226961388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110956959226961388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110956959226961388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110956959226961388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/02/results-will-be-out-in-like-half-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110956912109556905</id><published>2005-02-27T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:38:41.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save tHe Last DAnce For ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can dance-every dance with the guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who gives you the eye,let him hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can smile-every smile for the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who held your hand neath the candle light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But don't forget who's takin' you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And in whose arms you're gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So darlin' save the last dance for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh I know that the musics fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like sparklin' wine,go and have your fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Laugh and sing,but while we're apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't give your heart to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But don't forget who's takin' you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And in whose arms you're gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So darlin' save the last dance for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baby don't you know I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can't you feel it when we touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will never never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love you oh so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can dance,go and carry onTill the night is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And it's time to goIf he asks if you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can he take you home,you must tell him no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Cause don't forget who's taking you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And in whose arms you're gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So darling,save the last dance for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Cause don't forget who's taking you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And in whose arms you're gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So darling,save the last dance for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Save the last dance for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Save the last dance for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110956912109556905?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110956912109556905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110956912109556905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110956912109556905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110956912109556905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/02/save-last-dance-for-me.html' title='Save tHe Last DAnce For ME!'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110925065608143653</id><published>2005-02-24T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T05:10:56.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a reason for everthing, a time for every occupation under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time for giving birth, a time for dying;&lt;br /&gt;A time for planting, a time for uprooting what has been planted;&lt;br /&gt;A time for killing, a time for healing;&lt;br /&gt;A time for knocking down, a time for building;&lt;br /&gt;A time for tears a time for laughter;&lt;br /&gt;A time for mourning, a time for dancing;&lt;br /&gt;A time for throwing stones away, a time for gathering them up;&lt;br /&gt;A time for embracing, a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time for searching, a time fo losing;&lt;br /&gt;A time for keeping a time for throwing away;&lt;br /&gt;A time for tearing, a time for sewing;&lt;br /&gt;A time for keeping silent, a time for speaking;&lt;br /&gt;A time for loving, a time for hating;&lt;br /&gt;A time for war, a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a man gain for the efforts he makes? I comtemplate the task that god gives mankind to labour at. All that he does is apt for its time; but though he has permitted man to consider time in its wholeness, a man cannot comprehend the work of god from beginning to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110925065608143653?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110925065608143653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110925065608143653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110925065608143653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110925065608143653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/02/there-is-reason-for-everthing-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110897293439971147</id><published>2005-02-20T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:02:14.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am i that stupid? i do ask myself this question. why am i waiting for someone who feigned ignorance of my existance everytime i'm there? i cant help her but others can. i cant be there while others can. where am i in your life? am i at the foot of your high mountain or at the summit with the others. you might not feel this way but i do. am i not good enough? what do you expect of me? what do you want? i find this very hard. put the kisses for show, the meetings that are not looked forward to. i dunno what is wrong. mayb it's me. it must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole week is making me tensed!! results coming out soon. brother val's ordination, and so many other things. oh wells, i'll die doing the things i do now. i'm in need of companionship. Lucky i got my angel to accompany thru sometimes. dunno why we have this telepathy that one of us has this problem and suddenly, we'll talk. so cool. how i wih of this with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar is getting tedious. i'm learning as many songs as i can. are you gonna be my girl, welcome to my life, perfect, some other songs. so feast day can play. that roy arhz.. hahaz.. currently proud of myself. i'm getting old, tired. i hope for you to be happy! -smiles-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110897293439971147?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110897293439971147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110897293439971147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110897293439971147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110897293439971147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/02/am-i-that-stupid-i-do-ask-myself-this.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110897226848544692</id><published>2005-02-20T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:51:08.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pencil marks on a wall, I wasn’t always this tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You watched my team win, and watched my team lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watches when my bicycle went down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I was weak, unable to speak, still I could call you by name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I said Elbow Healer, Super Hero, come if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You said, I am.Only sixteen, life is so mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What kind of curfew’s at 10 pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You saw my mistakes and watched my heart break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hears when I said I’d never love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I was weak, unable to speak, still I could call you by name And I said Heartache Healer, Secret keeper, be my best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You said, I am.You saw my wear white by pale candle light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I said ‘forever’ to what lies ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Too much it might seem when it is at 2 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I am weak, unable to speak still I will call you by name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, Shepard, Savior, Pasture Maker, Hold on to my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You say, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The winds of change and circumstance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blow in and all around us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So we find a foothold that’s familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And bless the moments that we feel you nearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When life had begun, I was woven and spun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You let the angels dance around the throne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who can say when, but they’ll dance again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I am free and finally headed home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will be weak, unable to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still I will call you by nameCreator, Maker, Life Sustainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comforter, Healer, My RedeemerLord and King, Beginning and End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am. I am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110897226848544692?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110897226848544692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110897226848544692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110897226848544692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110897226848544692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/02/pencil-marks-on-wall-i-wasnt-always.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110897208069889261</id><published>2005-02-20T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:48:00.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We rode into town the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just me and my Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He said I'd finally reached that age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I could ride next to him on a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That of course was not quite as wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We heard a crowd of people shouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And so we stopped to find out why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And there was that man That my dad said he loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But today there was fear in his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I said "Daddy, why are they screaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daddy, please can't you do something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He looks as though He's gonna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You said he was stronger than all of those guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daddy, please tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why does everyone want him to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Later that day the sky grew cloudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And Daddy said I should go inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somehow he knew things would get stormy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy was he right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I could not keep from wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If there was something he had to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So after he left I had to find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was not afraid of getting lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I followed the crowds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To a hill where I knew men had been killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I heard a voice come from the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it said, "Father, why are they screaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why are they casting their lots for My robe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Father, please can't You do something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know that You must hear My cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought I could handle the cross of this size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Father, remind Me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why does everyone want Me to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When will I understand why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"My precious Son, I hear them screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But soon I will clothe You in robes of My own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But this dark hour I must do nothing. I’ve heard your unbearable cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;—the power in your blood destroys all the lies, soon you’ll see past their unmerciful eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look there below see the child trembling by her father’s side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I can tell you why, she is why you must die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110897208069889261?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110897208069889261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110897208069889261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110897208069889261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110897208069889261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/02/passion.html' title='The Passion'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110724295556577369</id><published>2005-01-31T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:29:15.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i sit and listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't hear a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am listening for You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but You seem silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i listen morei listen harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even Your silence can be deafening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even Your quiet can be loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your words light my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they guide me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your words show me the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without them, i am lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i hear You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still and small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;strong and loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never got to know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never got to meet you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never got the chance to tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how much i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i could tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how sorry i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for such a short time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your thoughts were fleeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your time was brief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stolen from us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not like a thief in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but like a killer, raging hatred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i will live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;live to love again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i could tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how sorry i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i could tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110724295556577369?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110724295556577369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110724295556577369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110724295556577369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110724295556577369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-sit-and-listeni-dont-hear-soundi-am.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110666676366119268</id><published>2005-01-25T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T07:26:03.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever you vividly imagine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ardently desire, sincerely believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and enthusiastically act upon... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;must inevitably come to pass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110666676366119268?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110666676366119268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110666676366119268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110666676366119268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110666676366119268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/01/whatever-you-vividly-imagine-ardently.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110666519690956192</id><published>2005-01-25T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T06:59:56.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's late at night they've all gone home&lt;br /&gt;so finally we're all alone&lt;br /&gt;The waiter says we're closing very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the night's so long&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna say goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;I've got plans for us tonight&lt;br /&gt;baby that's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance all night long&lt;br /&gt;all alone with you girl&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'm ready for a sweet romance&lt;br /&gt;all alone with you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share the last glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;our hearts are beating in perfect time&lt;br /&gt;wondering who will be the first to say&lt;br /&gt;You know it feels alright&lt;br /&gt;why don't you hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110666519690956192?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110666519690956192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110666519690956192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110666519690956192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110666519690956192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-late-at-night-theyve-all-gone-home.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110658177833414922</id><published>2005-01-24T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T07:14:41.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;An Ode to Serenity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite the fleeting joy abundance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are often tattered and torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All misery feint redundancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your priceless heart weeps and mourns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Innocence so bright and pure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A burning rage onto the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my heart I hold you dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet my actions bring you harm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A harem for me awaitsYet I seek none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust for me wanes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the silvery rays of the moonless sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You speak of beauty in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though youâ€™re not the prettiest lassI imagine the way, on your bed, you curl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall love you as the sun never rests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110658177833414922?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110658177833414922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110658177833414922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110658177833414922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110658177833414922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/01/ode-to-serenity-despite-fleeting-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110657631145282988</id><published>2005-01-24T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T07:16:20.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To anyone reading this who has been blessed with the power of hearing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure music has been a powerful influence . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am yet to meet someone indifferent to the beauty, allure and healing power of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes it’s one of the nicest things ever – just to sit back and let the melody seep into your skin and let the angst or the happiness expressed transform you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what exactly is a song? Not just words put to music , but someone’s elation, troubles, confusions, views compounded by notes . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so they write and they write of things that are intensely personal – of death, of love, of life and in the process each song tells us a little bit about the person writing it …and the song at times becomes a part of ourselves because we relate to it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there’s a rush of words floating in on a string of notes ..maybe its poetry played to a violin, maybe its words roared out to a blaring guitar..maybe its just the a few simple notes that sway you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Read somewhere – silence is the wavelength of the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find myself at a loss of words to explain what music means to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somedays the gift of being being able to experience such bliss is the greatest gift ..to hear someone show us a patch of their souls accompanied to melody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If music be the food of love play on play on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What part of a song moves you the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110657631145282988?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110657631145282988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110657631145282988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110657631145282988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110657631145282988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/01/to-anyone-reading-this-who-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110657628227326641</id><published>2005-01-24T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T07:18:21.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when time decided to cast its sweet revenge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we prevented it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with crumpled sheets pickles and words that overflowed in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;end gushing gushing till the words formed unruly patterns of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rhythm and rhyme and i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;memorised bemused eyes but didnt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really shatter though &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i broke for a few seconds maybe there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;were a few cracks those words filled it in but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i dont care those &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;white walls and unwhirling grimy fan is what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remember apart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the obvious so i didnt fall apart though the seams did get a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little frayed and the surprising thing is you did which just brings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me to the illusion that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're strong and i dont possess the illusion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of forever and because you can melt me down still and because i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really have stopped caring if other people dont get this and in any &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;case i wouldnt want them to :-)) and the moonbeams are bouncing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off my face though the sky seems disheartened and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am just glad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that this moment is private not anyone elses and mine alone .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110657628227326641?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110657628227326641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110657628227326641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110657628227326641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110657628227326641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-when-time-decided-to-cast-its-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110657386095202750</id><published>2005-01-24T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T07:21:15.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settled Down Yet?? NOT REALLY!!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my life!! Being in my shoes may help you understand me. It's not easy being me sometimes. you think i led a wonderful life that way you're treating me now? I find myself started relying on you. I don't know when I started relying on you. Everytime I come online I kind of will wait for you to chat with me, and the first thing I'll do is to check if you're is online. I feel very relieve when I talk to you or even chat with you. I know I rely on you too much already but I've never rely on someone so much.I'm going to give you up soon, don't know why, think it's because you always give me this don't care attitude and you won't stand up for me you'll will just sit at one corner and look *ARGH* don't talk about it, it make me feel sad and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it's not what you're made of You're not what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;You where willing but unable to give me anymore&lt;br /&gt;There's no way,&lt;br /&gt;You're changing, cause somethings will just never be mine,&lt;br /&gt;You're not love this time ... but it's allright.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you talking, but your words don't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you ever put your heart into anything.&lt;br /&gt;It's not much to ask for, to get back what I put in,&lt;br /&gt;But I chose the waters that I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;What's your definition of the one&lt;br /&gt;What you really want him to become?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I sacrifice it's still never enough&lt;br /&gt;Just like I predicted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will sink before I swim' cause these are the waters that I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice me&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Why are we Strangers&lt;br /&gt;when Our love is strong&lt;br /&gt;Why carry on without me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't cry for my absence,&lt;br /&gt;I know You forgot me long ago&lt;br /&gt;Am I that unimportant?&lt;br /&gt;Am I so insignificant?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t someone missing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said it, and said it clearly&lt;br /&gt;It would be heard by me&lt;br /&gt;If you felt it, felt it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;If your mind inside was like mine&lt;br /&gt;You would find and see me&lt;br /&gt;You would be welcome in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of your hopes inside are lonesome&lt;br /&gt;Without me, inside of you&lt;br /&gt;I feel the world calling - I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how you are dear to me&lt;br /&gt;If you knew this you would see, this is the truth&lt;br /&gt;You would be welcome to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You would be welcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see the world&lt;br /&gt;As an ancient place as a smiling face&lt;br /&gt;I can choose to be&lt;br /&gt;What I want to be if I choose to be&lt;br /&gt;Speaking impartiallyIf the smile grows cold without me&lt;br /&gt;I know a secret place to cry, to fly, to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the brief touch of your lipson my cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Look after yourself "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I love you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the Jumbo flew over my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I shouted my love above the roar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thundering thrust. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . as if you'd hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the clouds in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched you fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wished I'd been born with wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110657386095202750?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110657386095202750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110657386095202750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110657386095202750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110657386095202750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/01/settled-down-yet-not-really.html' title='Settled Down Yet?? NOT REALLY!!'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110615469775136360</id><published>2005-01-19T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T09:11:37.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHy?</title><content type='html'>I can almost hear myself bleed internally when I send the msg “I dunno how to make it less hurting for you or me but I’ll have to give you up” My heart just went snap. It’s up for grabs I announced.Silently in me, I know it’s not what it’s meant to be. I have a reason for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;You say my decisions are made by me. And then you didn’t want me to give you up.If I really really like you, I’ll wait for you even if it takes forever. But why didn’t you stop me when I initiated it? You went ahead with my decision. It doesn’t show that you actually cared. But well, the times we spend together is really memorable. I cant still taste your lips. Feel your heartbeat against mine. We had alot of problems but it’s really worth learning. You’re the only person who have ever made me cry. I never cried for a girl before.that’s why you’re so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I chose this decision because I figured that you need time on your own to sort out your feelings as you always tell me you’re confused. Time without me around putting the pressure on you so that you can make the most out of everything. This is the reason why I waited. And I’ll still wait for your answer. Never will I give you up the way you interpreted it.&lt;br /&gt;So this is it. It all ends here. I’ll be quietly waiting somewhere for you. Bidding you the best. Thinking of you. It may sound crazy but I’m willing to do it for you. TE QUIERO MUCHO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110615469775136360?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110615469775136360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110615469775136360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110615469775136360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110615469775136360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/01/why.html' title='WHy?'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110567932693745246</id><published>2005-01-13T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:08:46.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Days Account</title><content type='html'>It's offically done as i have exert mt body too much. bruises here and there. cuts on palms and legs. muscle pulling everytime i try to run. haiz! what's going on? neway, alot have been happening and that you know,some worth recording down, some worthless to even remember.&lt;br /&gt;this are some thing that happened in the course of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catechists Retreat 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;It was in the morning that I will get to see who will be going for this retreat. Hardly know any adults there except Grandpa and Grandma, Aunty Diana, and Aunty Theresa. But well, giving out the prayer books helped me introduce myself better. First impressions count I think. I mingled well with them easily even though I was reluctant to start a conversation with the adults.&lt;br /&gt;Preoccupied with my book, I didn’t really notice what happened in the ferry. But from then on, after we alighted, I wondered what surprises were installed for me. This being the first time overseas without my family, friends, I felt lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the resort, I was taken by surprise. Whoever said this was a retreat has made a big mistake! Who has retreats at a resort like this? Haha! We were all moved to a room as quickly as we came. Briefing was done in the room. I WAS TO DO THE FIRST SESSION!! -shocked- well, there’s always a first time for everything so I did not think so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;The First Session&lt;br /&gt;I must say it was simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110567932693745246?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110567932693745246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110567932693745246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110567932693745246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110567932693745246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2005/01/few-days-account.html' title='A Few Days Account'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110439947693303486</id><published>2004-12-30T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T11:43:29.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th &amp; 30th</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was in church.packing tables into the containers that will be sent to batam.how exciting!!!bruised all over.Porky landed a plank on my feet. *ouch* now that's painful!! bruises on my arm from all the carrying. *ouch* after all that hard work. i went town with my school mates (bestest friends)wahaha! first thing i saw them, ying huey let me eat nasty stuff. cheese that tastes like 'cheese'!! hehez. we met suet then went for lunch at cineleisure.japanese food!! *yummy*i couldn't finish the food i bought.so yeah!! enuff of the fun making. after that we went walking around. totally craziness!! we saw what we thought was hazel's bf!!but instead it turned out that hazel was two timing. *gosh* so drama mama!! hehez. after all that walking which was tiring, all of us decided to have ice cream!! who on earth buys ice cream at paragon? *me* hahaz!! after ice cream, we went to catch a movie!! -meet the fockers- *laughs out loud* cannot tahan though certain parts a lil sick. oh wells, afetr movie, we went to bishan. tired but tagged along. why? cos it's with my friends. dun see them everyday.i had a 2week license driver to fetch me home.WOW!! hahaz!! on the point i reached home, i made noodles to eat b4 falling asleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up as early as 0930hrs to come all the way to admiratly to play basketball?? ironic that there is a basketball court right near my house and i dun even use it. After basketball, we went 888(triple 8) to have lunch.Dora was super duperly noisy.hahaz.after lunch, jeremy &amp;amp; myself went over to dora's house. the introduction of soft toys began.we were introduced to pinky and onenabe(if it's spelt this way).hahaz.then, we waited till almost an hour b4 dora actually could leave the house looking presentable.wow!!we took a taxi over to choa chu kang. drop me at my place first b4 they went over to jeremy's place.hahaz.i took my own sweet time showering b4 going over to jeremy's place then proceeding to biswas house.aunty joanna sent us to his place.first thing when i was at the house, i was offered a drink.gulped it down too fast.face went red, head went hot.headaches started coming.*ahhhahahahahaha* didnt help my da jie -jill- to do some stuff in church. so guilty.haiz.then while stoning away for the next one hour, we watched the one. a jet li movie that rocks i think.hahazafter dinner and partying at biswas place, we played tai ti.of course i won.. i cheated without them finding out too.hahahaz.after leaving biswas place, aunty joanna sent christie back.so dark and gloomy her place.hahaz.when i reached home, i slept.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110439947693303486?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110439947693303486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110439947693303486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110439947693303486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110439947693303486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2004/12/29th-30th.html' title='29th &amp; 30th'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9847960.post-110438175900417101</id><published>2004-12-29T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:29:32.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReFLecTioNs</title><content type='html'>There is a reason for everthing, a time for every occupation under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time for giving birth, a time for dying;&lt;br /&gt;A time for planting, a time for uprooting what has been planted;&lt;br /&gt;A time for killing, a time for healing;&lt;br /&gt;A time for knocking down, a time for building;&lt;br /&gt;A time for tears a time for laughter;&lt;br /&gt;A time for mourning, a time for dancing;&lt;br /&gt;A time for throwing stones away, a time for gathering them up;&lt;br /&gt;A time for embracing, a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;br /&gt;A time for searching, a time fo losing;&lt;br /&gt;A time for keeping a time for throwing away;&lt;br /&gt;A time for tearing, a time for sewing;&lt;br /&gt;A time for keeping silent, a time for speaking;&lt;br /&gt;A time for loving, a time for hating;&lt;br /&gt;A time for war, a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a man gain for the efforts he makes? I comtemplate the task that god gives mankind to labour at. All that he does is apt for its time; but though he has permitted man to consider time in its wholeness, a man cannot comprehend the work of god from beginning to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9847960-110438175900417101?l=chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/feeds/110438175900417101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9847960&amp;postID=110438175900417101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110438175900417101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9847960/posts/default/110438175900417101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisnardmaverick.blogspot.com/2004/12/reflections.html' title='ReFLecTioNs'/><author><name>b[3]rNaRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07983550286820365804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
