<?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-377039472454420929</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:30:20.919+08:00</updated><category term='hardware crash'/><category term='PS I need you terribly'/><category term='I conceded.You win.'/><title type='text'>you and me make a beautiful symphony</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-3397260621259840895</id><published>2010-05-26T01:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:50:24.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardware crash'/><title type='text'>feel like im always alone anyways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S_wUavq0nSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GORBK9caRDw/s1600/13636_208792664157_663724157_2902595_4255351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S_wUavq0nSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GORBK9caRDw/s400/13636_208792664157_663724157_2902595_4255351_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475273696680910114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S_wUaLA9YXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jHKoi9P9IEo/s1600/DSC_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S_wUaLA9YXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jHKoi9P9IEo/s400/DSC_0141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475273686841647474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S_wQ2eX90HI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EIzRryrv3JA/s1600/IMG_3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S_wQ2eX90HI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EIzRryrv3JA/s400/IMG_3261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475269775028244594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly i miss my helmet hair of mine.for those who have seen my hair already,why do u keep saying it looks nicer?seriously?i prefer my old hair better,hands down.School is getting on my nerves because i still cant take my exam till i have my membership card number and its kind of irritating me because its been 3 weeks sitting at home waiting for a stupid call from school.so what have i done this past 3 weeks?NOTHING!!!!!! I swear its the same routine as last time again.things just doesn't seem as colorful as before.I have a feeling im programed wrong or something.when i want something i must get it but after a few weeks i get bored with it.is it gonna be always like this or just on occasions?I dont really need anything right now,now the only thing that i feel is what i felt a year back.just me,azam and nizam and the usual people we hang out with.nothing else.nothing seems to interest/make me happy anymore.seems to me that time       turning back again,Sometimes i wish we could all dream about the future and learn our mistakes and faults and redo everything again just to make it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanna be left alone right now,im not in a clear state of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-3397260621259840895?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3397260621259840895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/feel-like-im-always-alone-anyways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3397260621259840895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3397260621259840895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/feel-like-im-always-alone-anyways.html' title='feel like im always alone anyways'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S_wUavq0nSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GORBK9caRDw/s72-c/13636_208792664157_663724157_2902595_4255351_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-3823723100496955170</id><published>2010-05-12T01:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:51:02.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS I need you terribly'/><title type='text'>I can’t promise to fix all your problems, but I can promise you won’t have to face them alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 565px; height: 639px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/imah92/IMG5236.jpg" alt="I love you baby!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="lines"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 39px; height: 37px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v135/8632271/BlockQuote.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div class="line odd"&gt; K: Why don't you want to leave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div class="line even"&gt;N: Why would I want to leave you for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div class="line odd"&gt;K: Because you said I don't understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div class="line even"&gt;N: If that's the case, every relationship will fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div class="line odd"&gt;K: What about fights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div class="line even"&gt;N: Every relationship have fights. So everyone's going to break up when they have fights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div class="line odd"&gt;K: You said both of us live in different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div class="line even"&gt;N: Yes, I live in reality. While you live in fantasy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been &lt;u&gt;twelve days&lt;/u&gt; since we've last met. Only God knows how much I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-3823723100496955170?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3823723100496955170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-twelve-days-since-weve-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3823723100496955170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3823723100496955170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-twelve-days-since-weve-last.html' title='I can’t promise to fix all your problems, but I can promise you won’t have to face them alone.'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-1096118635621590428</id><published>2010-05-03T07:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:14:29.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I conceded.You win.'/><title type='text'>sometimes action shows you how important things are when you cant find the words to say it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time check 7.30am.reasons why im not asleep yet is only 2 things,a heavy heart and that i just got back home.So this is what happened.slept at 3am on Sunday morning.woke up at 11am for lunch with dad side of the family and got back at 4pm,slept till 10pm and wasn't in a really good mood.it got worse and worse as each hour ticked.and it was 4am monday morning when my anger took control.words were exchanged and left home at 6am took a cab to the place.handphone was silent,called till battery was flatted,people stared blankly at me as i stood there waiting.watched the sunrise on the 14 floor and finally after an hour,i gave up.I slowly walked back to the main road.took the longest cab ride of my life and got home.Best part is i have sch in 2 hours time and that i spent my last cent on cabs and ezlink left on $2 plus,and even better news that i don't have allowence for this week because used it all last week.watch Ironman 2!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all these actions have thier own meaning to it but the truth is that these are a few of the tiny things that never get noticed or appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hence why i have given up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/377039472454420929-1096118635621590428?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1096118635621590428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-action-shows-you-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-1057484584820739973</id><published>2010-03-31T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:46:22.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The what If game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S7Nr8XTtpDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jXMxpNgQozk/s1600/IMG_3965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S7Nr8XTtpDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jXMxpNgQozk/s400/IMG_3965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454822258468824114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So school was okay.just that i hate Tuesdays and Wednesday now.i have to relive that again.gah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things are pretty much mundane now a days.planning to stop drinking and clubbing and cutting down on ciggys from now on.the first two is easy as pie,the third one the killer really.past few days didn't get much sleep.been lying in bed playing the what If game.for example like what if i meet u somewhere else?you know all the what if question u can think of in your head.been playing that game for 3 days straight,and seeing things now really makes me wonder sometimes,to me action speaks louder then words any day.I got to see it before i can believe it and Im not seeing anything really.Now that i see it all happening words can't really describe how i feel right now.is the one word for all the emotions that u could possibly feel?They should really make one and to me i think that word is screwed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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game.'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S7Nr8XTtpDI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jXMxpNgQozk/s72-c/IMG_3965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-5109548951090535516</id><published>2010-03-27T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T02:21:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me A Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S6zfuDVo0ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/raf2idIeRoQ/s1600/IMG_3929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S6zfuDVo0ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/raf2idIeRoQ/s400/IMG_3929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452979231101866386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Im tired,flustered,confused,irritated and clueless&lt;/span&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/377039472454420929-5109548951090535516?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S6zfuDVo0ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/raf2idIeRoQ/s72-c/IMG_3929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-2729817922241926103</id><published>2010-03-26T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:47:36.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Our Hearts Ignite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S6uPIO_wXiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5VnYeEDT6zI/s1600/26529_1399656635261_1347640453_1105323_2726440_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S6uOYh7ZOYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8C3ePd0Nr6Y/s400/23985_382228211630_663926630_4280282_5226122_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452608325937609090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S6uOX3mRntI/AAAAAAAAAOo/L2yZtN7JmHI/s1600/26529_1399651795140_1347640453_1105312_4437608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S6uOX3mRntI/AAAAAAAAAOo/L2yZtN7JmHI/s400/26529_1399651795140_1347640453_1105312_4437608_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452608314574741202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So been busy this few weeks with parties,outings,kim,army,school and was abit lazy to update aslo.So wonderful news is that i don't have to go army this year!!!yay!!got my deferment letter already.No more parties and late nights as school gonna start next week.so will be busy busy busy but the upside is that school is near town :D anyone wanna play some pool?hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well went to universal studio like a week ago?if im right it was a Thursday,one day after that special day :D had fun with kim and my cousin and mom.not much crowd cause it was soft opening so every ride took about 5 mins to que which was awesome.it was raining on that day which spoiled my hair as you can see,manage to take all the rides before the park closed except the kiddy rides of course.pfft but all in all it was great but a one time thing cause there isn't much ride for the adults really.more of a kiddy land to me.watch fireworks after the whole day was done.still a great day spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will update if anything interesting comes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-2729817922241926103?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2729817922241926103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-our-hearts-ignite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/2729817922241926103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/2729817922241926103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-our-hearts-ignite.html' title='Let Our Hearts Ignite'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S6uPIO_wXiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5VnYeEDT6zI/s72-c/26529_1399656635261_1347640453_1105323_2726440_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-4939868827859939049</id><published>2010-03-07T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:10:16.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S5KUysGgZGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bsX6YAlOUck/s1600-h/IMG_4662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S5KUysGgZGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bsX6YAlOUck/s320/IMG_4662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445578497997169762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S5KUysGgZGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bsX6YAlOUck/s1600-h/IMG_4662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S5KUysGgZGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bsX6YAlOUck/s320/IMG_4662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445578497997169762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let everyone know that I love this irritating guy in the above picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's the reason why I'm still smiling right now. The one who's always there when all I want to do is to frown, the one who makes me happy when I'm feeling so down. He's the only one I have right now, and I don't know how am I going to survive without him in my life. I'm sorry if sometimes I can be too shy, or if I'm a bad liar. Forgive me if I joke around at the wrong time, or I nag at you too much. I'm sorry if I always complain, and always put you to blame. I'm sorry if I trouble you in any way, and also for depending on you too much. I'm sorry if I wear too much make-up, or make you carry my bag. But the most important thing, I'm sorry if I hurt that heart of yours, in any way. I just want to be the girl you think of at the start and end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours truly; kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:02AM. He's not back yet, and he don't know how worried I am. Pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 520px; height: 370px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/imah92/19022010334.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/377039472454420929-4939868827859939049?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4939868827859939049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-as-many-forms-of-love-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/4939868827859939049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/4939868827859939049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-as-many-forms-of-love-as.html' title='There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S5KUysGgZGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bsX6YAlOUck/s72-c/IMG_4662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-68510393016780126</id><published>2010-02-22T01:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T02:13:22.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No other one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4Fzj8ETCgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h2k4hpZO5D4/s1600-h/IMG_3954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440756886097037826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4Fzj8ETCgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h2k4hpZO5D4/s320/IMG_3954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4FzjZbxTSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7alnXUG4fWw/s1600-h/IMG_3910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440756876800249122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4FzjZbxTSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7alnXUG4fWw/s320/IMG_3910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4FzinYnjbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NjCJcOXEMRs/s1600-h/IMG_3956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440756863365254578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4FzinYnjbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NjCJcOXEMRs/s320/IMG_3956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4FziWBG6aI/AAAAAAAAAMY/utndCGKV3Yg/s1600-h/IMG_3965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440756858703243682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4FziWBG6aI/AAAAAAAAAMY/utndCGKV3Yg/s320/IMG_3965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So alot of things happened this week.Thursday went of with baby after she finish work and we decided to head to henderson wave,bought pasta mania and found a cozy spot to eat at mount fabar before heading towards there.I forgot how dark the path was.Lucky she had a torchlight built in the phone.So camwhore like mad because i didn't have anymore pictures.hence the lack of updates and stuff.i apologize.moving on firday was fun.spent the day with her and we were to lazy to find food till we ordered Mac and i made her late for her pit.saturday was sleep in day and sunday went to a wedding ate and at 6 had the pack up equipment.karaoke is such a hassel.anyway been really tired this past few days.my body clock is all screwed up/waking up in the morning/afternoon taking naps in between,sleep in the morning.Its so irritating,till baby is angry.grrrrrr got to fix it soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4FziDMAJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/teOEifjLWq4/s1600-h/IMG_3960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440756853648664418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4FziDMAJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/teOEifjLWq4/s320/IMG_3960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you notice i call her baby now because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she is finally mine.so meet my girlfriend!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OUH AND I MISS YOU ALREADY!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing seems dull when your around ♥&lt;/em&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/377039472454420929-68510393016780126?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/68510393016780126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-other-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/68510393016780126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/68510393016780126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-other-one.html' title='No other one'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S4Fzj8ETCgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h2k4hpZO5D4/s72-c/IMG_3954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-7461657943186259979</id><published>2010-02-17T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:43:55.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish it comes sooner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S3ruu3X_yHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MIcxh5otxwQ/s1600-h/18664_304331944083_845879083_3376744_752647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438921988909287538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S3ruu3X_yHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MIcxh5otxwQ/s320/18664_304331944083_845879083_3376744_752647_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;friday was all red affairs.place was really fucked up but music was way better from last year.finally put in some songs that are new.went with nizam azam tien onn and the usual people plus kim. :D had loads of fun with all of them,so cny was abit mellow this year.i love my 2 year old cousin to death.he is in too lion dancing now.and he would keep singing the stupid beat and jumping around driving all of us crazy.there is a video of him but just really lazy to put it up.so on first day after everything went and meet kim at west coast park for awhile since it was sunday and she took off day.so meet her for a few hours ate at mac talked for awhile and sent her back to her area and i was late.lucky i know how to lie!!!! so monday didnt go out cus came back around 4am and slept through the whole damn day.so missed visiting and stuff and on tuesday same thing happened but this time went down to jurong at night and meet kim and her bff.spend time with her and fufilled her wish :D cant wait for thursday. ^.^ well happy chinese new year everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-7461657943186259979?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7461657943186259979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-it-comes-sooner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7461657943186259979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7461657943186259979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-it-comes-sooner.html' title='wish it comes sooner'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S3ruu3X_yHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MIcxh5otxwQ/s72-c/18664_304331944083_845879083_3376744_752647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-2833281893132875410</id><published>2010-02-10T06:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T06:59:42.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my stupid hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S3HlbyRcQsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/f_HrDD1yF8M/s1600-h/IMG_3255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436378490727056066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S3HlbyRcQsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/f_HrDD1yF8M/s320/IMG_3255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello vampires!!! okay im really sorry for not updating my blog.i dont know how long has it been,really.all my current outing didnt have a photographer so no pictures. :( im gonna start school on the 29 of march.doing my CAT there.hopefully i can get a deferement for my studies,if not its NS for me but i should be ready by then if im that unlucky.hahaha so apparently there is a club on friday.should be attending but still unsure as i always have my CNY renioun lunch/dinner one day before.so i hope it doesnt destroy my plans for friday night and on another note first day of chinese new year is on valentine's day!!!!!WTF!!!!!! im so sad because of that,really wished that valentine's day was on saturday or next tuesday.i already had stuff planned out and wanted to surprise someone and the i found out i couldnt even do any of it!!!how awesome is that.so basically for the past 1 week or so i been at home doing my daily workouts and being a pig as usual,on occasions meet with kimmy after work and running around town area finding new clothes for CNY.i swear i really hate shopping.im damn fickle mind about clothes.if i see this paticular item and it looks nice i'll say i wanna buy but lets look at other stuff first.then i see something else nicer and say i wanna buy that instead and at the end of the day i still cant decide which one i want.grrrrr.its frustrating as hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ouh and i miss my long hair fuck!!!!&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/377039472454420929-2833281893132875410?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2833281893132875410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-my-stupid-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/2833281893132875410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/2833281893132875410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-my-stupid-hair.html' title='i miss my stupid hair'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S3HlbyRcQsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/f_HrDD1yF8M/s72-c/IMG_3255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-3843626315692974052</id><published>2010-02-04T01:05:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:45:48.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, that night was as much a surprise to me as it was to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;I just need one person, with one special soul&lt;br /&gt;That would adjust the dented melody&lt;br /&gt;And sing the right lyrics perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Of my love song played by the old stereo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 520px; HEIGHT: 370px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/imah92/IMG_3594.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 520px; HEIGHT: 360px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/imah92/IMG_3262_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 520px; HEIGHT: 365px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/imah92/IMG3280_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 520px; HEIGHT: 370px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/imah92/IMG_3275_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Baby :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised much? You know, sometimes, don't you feel like you wouldn't care if you mean nothing to everyone but at least something to someone? I don't know but by only saying those three devoting words without fail everyday or even some sweet text messages would probably make some girl like me feel more special. And there's this boy who makes me feel so secure and all of the reason that can draw a smile under my nose. How much he prioritize me rather than himself, and the way he pampers me. Two months ago, he'll always be asking the girl, "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ummm do you like me?&lt;/span&gt;" With her arms on her hip and eyebrows raised, she said no. Take one step ahead and a look closer, her eyes tells a different story. My greatest fear is the truth. It will take some time to know what's written inside our hearts. Even if this very moment you feel I'm not thinking about you, I actually am. You nearly gave up at the beginning of our game. But nothing says that we wouldn't score victory the next time we sign in again. So here now, take my hand. On top of that, I hope you will accept my sincerest apology if I've been acting like a bitch lately. Get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I miss you already, Nicholas Tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-3843626315692974052?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3843626315692974052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-that-night-was-as-much-surprise-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3843626315692974052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3843626315692974052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-that-night-was-as-much-surprise-to.html' title='Look, that night was as much a surprise to me as it was to you.'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-2799578732563513627</id><published>2010-01-24T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T02:05:58.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything seems to fall in a place just like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wbwMfkVjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/W32Jj9JQCYY/s1600-h/24012010304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430245765503276594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wbwMfkVjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/W32Jj9JQCYY/s320/24012010304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wbvvFBLFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q2ovsnHtbl0/s1600-h/24012010303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430245757607291986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wbvvFBLFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q2ovsnHtbl0/s320/24012010303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wbvI1QhWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/riTKvWRNyvM/s1600-h/IMG_3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430245747340641634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wbvI1QhWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/riTKvWRNyvM/s320/IMG_3684.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wayuzWgcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-Mgvd9Qo1UA/s1600-h/18959_107077275975201_100000187885928_197107_2376311_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430244709561172418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wayuzWgcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-Mgvd9Qo1UA/s320/18959_107077275975201_100000187885928_197107_2376311_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wayL6rNpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xgp6-SKjjh4/s1600-h/18959_107077112641884_100000187885928_197088_2419135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430244700196648594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wayL6rNpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xgp6-SKjjh4/s320/18959_107077112641884_100000187885928_197088_2419135_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1waxZxnqyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1sZBBPquCCY/s1600-h/IMG_3683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430244686736894754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1waxZxnqyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1sZBBPquCCY/s320/IMG_3683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello. :D its been so long since i blog.erm like 8 days.best!!!!okay so everything that happened is really a blur to me.everyday just went by too fast.i cant remember where i been what i did and stuff.i really have bad memory.grrrrr but at least i remember the important stuff.hmmm well i've been spending time with kim more :D so most of the weekdays are spent with her going out to town having dinner and stuff.we watched movies alot this few days.hahahha.lets see watch ''did you hear about the morgans'' and ''the forth kind'' with nizam also and ''the tooth fairy''with nizam and siti also.hahahhaha.it was fun watching with them.always so interesting after the movie.now my wallet is full of movie tickets. (: I got a jacket from ZARA!!! hahah cost me $99.90.hmmm i cut my hair short and now it looks like a bowl.grrrr.wasnt really paying attention when barber was cutting my hair cus was on the phone with mom.i remembered i played pool with nizam and heidi but i cant remember when either.hahaha.so friday went sisha with kim,azam nizam,siti,aida and iffa.saturday and sunday just stayed home cus was broke and felt damn lazy to go out.tomorrow going to go follow kim for her interview at 11.die.must wake up early.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;every moment spent with u seems ever so precious.from the day we first went out to watch a movie,the day we went to keppel bay till today.every outing spent with you never fails to brighten up my day and warm my heart.you never fail to make me smile when u msg or when i hear your voice when u call,i love it when we stay up all night just talking about things,the way u fall asleep next to me or on my lap,the way u look at me and close your face with your hands cus your shy,the way u say hi ever so softly,when im next to you.when u run and hug me when i pretend to be mad at you,the way you play with my hair and the way you stroke my neck when i trying to fall asleep,the way you smile when you see me next to you or when i kiss you or hug you,when u worry about me if my tone suddenly change or im not back yet and especially how much i can open up to you.you never fail to make me feel comfortable around you and put a smile on my face when im next to you,these are the few reasons why i love you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-2799578732563513627?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2799578732563513627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-seems-to-fall-in-place-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/2799578732563513627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/2799578732563513627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-seems-to-fall-in-place-just.html' title='Everything seems to fall in a place just like that.'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1wbwMfkVjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/W32Jj9JQCYY/s72-c/24012010304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-7092347443133283398</id><published>2010-01-16T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:46:20.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your in my mind,Your in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1GJNRsaOhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FrCFVEtaSew/s1600-h/CIMG1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427269887139133970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1GJNRsaOhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FrCFVEtaSew/s320/CIMG1110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello hello. so friday was again fun. :D spending time with you never has a dull moment.so went to town on friday with nizam then meet kim,siti,okasha,azam,kittycat,aida,mickie.walked around finding shoes cus siti wanted to buy one.so picky.so sat at taka.they chit chat and stuff.i was in a super bad mood from lack of sleep.which i hate about me.i get super moody and a tiny thing can tick me off.went home and talked otw till around 4 plus then feel asleep till 3pm in the afternoon today.yay im becoming a vampire again.today suppose to go to town with nizam go meet idk who the hell.all i wanna do is play pool again.hahahah.i love playing pool.i wish i had a pool table at home.wonder whats installed for tonight??hmmmmm well will update later i guess if i have pics.running out of pics again.so lazy to take.hahaha hellogoodbye vampires!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-7092347443133283398?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7092347443133283398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-in-my-mindyour-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7092347443133283398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7092347443133283398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-in-my-mindyour-in-my-heart.html' title='Your in my mind,Your in my heart'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S1GJNRsaOhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FrCFVEtaSew/s72-c/CIMG1110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-3060040673257809745</id><published>2010-01-14T11:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:03:01.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times that make you say awwwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S06Ri0xNvWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SHWM7vOU2iw/s1600-h/IMG_3575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426434628494671202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S06Ri0xNvWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SHWM7vOU2iw/s320/IMG_3575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S06RhsQNKmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/z0yi0Ywcsas/s1600-h/IMG_3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426434609028868706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S06RhsQNKmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/z0yi0Ywcsas/s320/IMG_3261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello.its been dont know how long since i updated.sorry everyone who reads my blog.been busy.so this is what happened last weekend.saturday went to town and meet nizam,ad,tien onn and some other friends.played pool then on sunday went to peirce my tongue with azra,nizam and iqa.then walked around town for awhile then meet heidi and her friend then kim join us then they all went drinking.i couldnt drink cus of my tongue how sad.that it for my last weekend.so monday to wednesday this is what happened.only 3 people were with me.nizam and kim for this 3 days.sometimes only got 2 of us then sometimes got other people too so yea.on monday went out to town meet nizam,heidi,azam,Z and kim.so talked for awhile then everyone went their seperate ways.so ate at cine then went for a movie.erm we watch ''sherlock homes''.hahahaha.okay2 movie uh.not that bad.so after movie we walked around then went to highway.then had to wait for nizam to get to my place.lucky u got me. :D so tuesday.went to queensway bought other tongue studs then went to anchorpoint and ikea.hahahhaha damn funny.of all the place can shop anchorpoint also can buy alot of things.so after that went to tiong and watch movie again.hahahha this time nizam aslo have.so we watch ''The forth kind'' hahhaha after the movie we all kecoh giler.hahahah paranoid like fuck.wednesday.went karaoke with nizam,kim and aida.lagi kecoh.i was force to sing by nizam with my pelat tongue.grrrrr after that went to town walked around then around 10 plus went home.reach home the first thing i did was bed and the next moment i know its morning.ahahhaha.idk why so tired.so today i have no clue wtf am i gonna do.im broke like fuck.thanks to the peircing but worth every cents.there are alot of photos from the past few days im just so lazy to upload everything.so yea.hahahah well take care all will update soon i guess.if im not so busy or lazy.actually alot of things happened for this few days but i just dont want to reveal everything here.so u know i know everyone esle dont ^.^ well bye bye vampires.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-3060040673257809745?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3060040673257809745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/times-that-make-you-say-awwwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3060040673257809745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3060040673257809745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/times-that-make-you-say-awwwww.html' title='Times that make you say awwwww'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S06Ri0xNvWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SHWM7vOU2iw/s72-c/IMG_3575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-7419308703851582482</id><published>2010-01-08T03:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:47:24.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S0YyEirlNXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lSTsB0ahy4g/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424077854824805746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S0YyEirlNXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lSTsB0ahy4g/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello.so this happened yesterday.so woke up at 6 in the fucking morning.waited till it hit 8 plus woke nizam up and bathed and got ready.while getting ready i played with this camera for awhile.hahahha.so left house and followed nizam go ite semei for his interview.met kaseh at semei and we follow him till the gates.so blah blah blah ate then finish his interview eat again then went to tamp.then blah blah blah.went to city hall.sat down behind marina and talked talked talked.as we were talking question started rushing threw my head.empty answer made me think and all lead to know where which drived me insane.went home and did something which just made my heart felt??? i cant even explain what im feeling right now.so many questions and all unanswered.argh......well got pay in bank already and this saturday gonna go pierce my tongue.tien onn gonna follow me.yay!!!! i wanna see what if he planned to do turns out nice.surely nice one!!!!cant wait to see the end results.i wanted to do it too but dont have enough money ): hahahahah if piercing isnt nice then i'll just let it close back.just feel like doing this since i wanted this since 2 years ago.ahahahahah.omg i scared my speech will become worse. -.- my S and my R already sounds retard as hell what more if i pierce??hmmm will see.monday result!!!yay!!!time to die!!!!best standy by ah nick.left right left.at most the dream??bye2 for 2-3 years? O.O if only eh.hahahah well not up to me for that one.ouh and one more thing i couldnt ask for a better tuesday/wednesday morning.everything moment seemed perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-7419308703851582482?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7419308703851582482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/uneasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7419308703851582482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7419308703851582482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/uneasy.html' title='Uneasy'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S0YyEirlNXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lSTsB0ahy4g/s72-c/IMG_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-1042827880080551893</id><published>2010-01-04T03:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:24:53.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S0D2HKZZy7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/mUSw8FPzNk8/s1600-h/untitled+(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422604554264497074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S0D2HKZZy7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/mUSw8FPzNk8/s320/untitled+(2).bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello! okay dont mind my drunk face.hahaha.its been awhile since i updated.been busy and been getting days of rest from all the craziness that happened.so this is basically all i can remember for new year eve.azam stayed over drank didnt get much sleep.woke up got ready and went out,bought drinks again.headed to town meet people then proceeded to city hall.meet irfeen and his other friend.bought drinks again.countdown with them at suntec fountain.watch fireworks with a can of amsterdam in my hand.it was better watching fireworks with drinks for some apparent reason.so after that headed to boat quay.me and azam were screaming happy new year for no apparent reason.too caught up in the drinks i guess.so sat there and drink again.then meet iqa send her off to clarke quay.then me azam nizam proceeded to vivo then sentosa and drink again.seriously i cant remember alot of stuff.too much drinking involved.slack at sentosa till around 8 plus headed home.ate and otp for awhile and hit the sheets like i havent slept for a week.5 times drinking isnt a thing to do in a whole day.seriously.but all in all it was fun cus no matter what it will always be the 3 of us.me nizam and azam.has been like that for 4 years.well well im getting old.this year 18.where does the time fly?ouh well pay cheque arrived and i need to get it banked in so i can pierce my tongue. :D cant wait but dont know when i be free to do it.have alot of stuff to do this days.happy new year everyone :D even though im days late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-1042827880080551893?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1042827880080551893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/1042827880080551893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/1042827880080551893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-say-goodbye.html' title='2009 say goodbye'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/S0D2HKZZy7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/mUSw8FPzNk8/s72-c/untitled+(2).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-158706989375358494</id><published>2009-12-31T01:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:24:32.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day before NYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzuRWbd0LUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2R7tWyvyb8M/s1600-h/22360_223730307279_632832279_3052785_7823153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421086390986485058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzuRWbd0LUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2R7tWyvyb8M/s320/22360_223730307279_632832279_3052785_7823153_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello.so today woke up at 6pm.damn wonderful!!! It only felt like 2pm to me.seriously.so azam called.he wanted to go out but don't know with who.so call call everyone busy or lazy cus they wanna go out tml.grrr so in the end we decided to stay at my place and get a few drinks.so went down bought 6 cans of baron and 2 can of something else.apparently i cant remember.so yea.went home slack talked nonsence and stuff.still have 2 cans of beer and i feel sleepy.grrrrr.cannot sleep till morning.well well heard myliza voice since a very long time.haahaha was shocked to hear her aslo.thanks eh kim!!!hmmm where the fuck am i going to countdown.grrrr still no clue...boring!!!!!!! well will see where i end up then.bye bye. ouh i like this pic for some reason. :D thank you erin!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-158706989375358494?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/158706989375358494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-before-nye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/158706989375358494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/158706989375358494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-before-nye.html' title='day before NYE'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzuRWbd0LUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2R7tWyvyb8M/s72-c/22360_223730307279_632832279_3052785_7823153_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-8640820270865363762</id><published>2009-12-28T02:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:24:17.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SICK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well well im sick again.i guess i havent recover from last time.then now super sick!!!!cant even move or make my ass wake up from sleep.feel so lerthargic and stuff.had fever just now.woke up from sleep,so tommorow suppose to go to work and work for last day.so blah blah blah not gonna happen cus lazy plus sick so gonna get cheque through mail.sigh,have to wait longer to do my tongue.ouh i wanna peirce my tongue.cant remember if i mentioned but yea.well back to sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-8640820270865363762?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8640820270865363762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/8640820270865363762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/8640820270865363762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-7095220520491169632</id><published>2009-12-27T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:24:03.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderfuckingful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzY8tBH_N_I/AAAAAAAAAII/Cu3SkWPaHXE/s1600-h/16122009235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419585945680689138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzY8tBH_N_I/AAAAAAAAAII/Cu3SkWPaHXE/s320/16122009235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello :D didnt have any pics so just used this.so today went out to town with erin mel nadya rini and azam nizam and Z the rest i forgot thier names.sorry short term memory.so slack at town.saw syaf and his bf.dah action siak syaf.he help us buy beer :D hahahah then halfway drinking police came.so what esle walk away as fast as we can.they were looking for us some more.sigh.rabak rabak.so went to somerset sat there talked talked.try to figure things out.blah blah blah.then headed to buy ciggy with nizam.then something was telling me i should meet someone.really it was to hard to even resist.every single thing i did show me sign that i should go but i just didnt listen to what it was trying to tell me.so in the end headed home.had dinner and otp awhile.hahaha well after everything im still speechless.all the 3 options that we left just doesnt seem to suite with one's heart.sigh now im left with things in my mind and a qeustion in my head.which is what should i do???hmmm well well you love getting yourself in this nick u find away out one way or another but the thing is i dont want out.so how?ideas?hmmmm none at all.ouh well will see.will update soon.yay!!! got plans for new year!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knew things would be like this when u said those words&lt;/em&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/377039472454420929-7095220520491169632?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7095220520491169632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/wonderfuckingful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7095220520491169632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7095220520491169632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/wonderfuckingful.html' title='Wonderfuckingful'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzY8tBH_N_I/AAAAAAAAAII/Cu3SkWPaHXE/s72-c/16122009235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-6649126302641861125</id><published>2009-12-26T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:22:08.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredness of this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzUBS2YVeiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Jsib9pyct2c/s1600-h/13636_208792479157_663724157_2902579_3353233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419239149957118498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzUBS2YVeiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Jsib9pyct2c/s320/13636_208792479157_663724157_2902579_3353233_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello :D so thurdays was christmas eve.had to go aunt's place for dinner.i was late!!!!! I didnt have time to straighten my hair -.- best!!! so went there had dinner then one of my aunt had canon DXLR gaaaaaahhhhhh.wanted to camwhore but my hair was really too curly so didnt in the end. ): i want to get one myself!!!!!! but to expensive uh.nvm try to take from mom :P so friday woke up at 3 plus went out to town at 7 plus.walked around for awhile.it was jam pack i tell u.was so fucking pissed with those ppl cus they all were walking as though they injured thier leg.grrrrr so walked around ion for awhile look at stuff blah blah blah meet faizal.wanted to go drinking actually but was so lazy to spend money.syg duit siol so just went home in the end.i feel like going to another party.grrrrr monday start work back. dont feel like working there anymore.doesnt interest me as it used too last year.see how it goes.new year is coming and i have no plans!!!!! first time takde plan.hahahaha -.- this year feel like celebrating with someone special.i dont know why.maybe cus i never done it before :D hmmmm well it is up to me to decided will see how it goes when the day comes.im so not going to downtown this year.no fucking way!!!!! hahahahahah will update soon byee byee.time for me to be a vampire again :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-6649126302641861125?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6649126302641861125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/boredness-of-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/6649126302641861125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/6649126302641861125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/boredness-of-this-week.html' title='boredness of this week'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzUBS2YVeiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Jsib9pyct2c/s72-c/13636_208792479157_663724157_2902579_3353233_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-9196849486148615835</id><published>2009-12-24T02:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:20:36.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The snows falling down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJfbW9PLxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uoj1ifZyxtY/s1600-h/13636_208792524157_663724157_2902585_4979301_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418498225303662354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJfbW9PLxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uoj1ifZyxtY/s320/13636_208792524157_663724157_2902585_4979301_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello.hmmm so lets see.since monday i didnt go out at all.except for tuesday only.looks like no more work from that company already.hmmm.so tuesday.last minute when out with mom and had dinner near bukit timah there.then straight after i ate my food finish.i rushed off to jurong east cus i was late to meet kimmy.so bused there and blah blah blah.meet her then started raining -.- so went to mac.sat down talk and stuff then ate fries at the same time and the best part i wanted to go home by bus then i lost track of time.always like that.grrrr but nvm all worth it.so walked from mac back to her place send her off and i was raining heavier.i was like fuck!!!!!have to get wet!!!! so ran to the closes bus stop and cabed home.dad was still awake.he wanted to pic me up but i was like still got last bus.check check different story. :P so this 2 days sat at home did nothing much.hmmm still waiting for a call from boss.i wanna peirce my tongue.hahah if it doesnt look nice then i just close it.been feeling really wierd this past few days.ouh well what to do.i always end up in this kind of situations.always.like its a curse gitu.wont be updating that often already.cus dont feel like going out this week.miss staying at home.ouh and im home alone in the morning till late at night sometimes :D yay!!!! get to smoke anywhere i want :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desires in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-9196849486148615835?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9196849486148615835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-hello_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/9196849486148615835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/9196849486148615835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-hello_24.html' title='The snows falling down'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJfbW9PLxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uoj1ifZyxtY/s72-c/13636_208792524157_663724157_2902585_4979301_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-7124879532095959371</id><published>2009-12-24T01:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:27:31.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good/bad memories in 3 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJa_3oEMnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/38xxSR50yDc/s1600-h/untitled+(3).bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418493354990383730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJa_3oEMnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/38xxSR50yDc/s320/untitled+(3).bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJa_vOHk7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/H86ZWdsU5Eg/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418493352734069682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJa_vOHk7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/H86ZWdsU5Eg/s320/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJaWUTetVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CAdk9J40IuU/s1600-h/18578_1066849567293_1707677097_120295_713076_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418492641134163282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJaWUTetVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CAdk9J40IuU/s320/18578_1066849567293_1707677097_120295_713076_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJaV8Gtd0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kX_FY0FfqJE/s1600-h/18578_1066668442765_1707677097_119978_5993102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418492634638153538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJaV8Gtd0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kX_FY0FfqJE/s320/18578_1066668442765_1707677097_119978_5993102_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJaVfsjuRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WQmjpbYgg-Y/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418492627012270354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJaVfsjuRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WQmjpbYgg-Y/s320/6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJaVFTDXNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ayU9J9rSW5k/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418492619925970130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJaVFTDXNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ayU9J9rSW5k/s320/3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJaU2s0huI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MJm66OpMSgo/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418492616007517922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJaU2s0huI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MJm66OpMSgo/s320/7.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello all.so this was on sunday.st james party couldn't post about it cus didnt have pictures yet and was lazy too at the same time.hahhaha so meet the same people i always go with.tien onn,azam,nizam,jeff,ad,heerah,farah,then have new people in the group.haiqal if i spell wrongly sorry eh and adam.hahah.long time never see adam.so meet everyone at vivo got tickets from jeff.blah blah blah beer beer beer.blah blah blah then got in to the club and dancefloor only open at 11.30pm and we went in around 11.10pm.so more blah blah and then party started.hahah had lots of fun laughing cus we were like once one person sit its like pull them back in.i swear to god i feel damn sad for this girl.she went up to the stage and she fell in between the stage and steps.she had a super deep cut at her shin.i couldn't actually look at the wound for more then 4 seconds.no one help her up.everone was looking but no one did anything.so so i just went up and pulled her up and brought her back down to the chairs.then medic came and stuff and the best part we ask '' are u okay anot?''she can reply '' ya okay still can dance''amazing -.- so party ended at 3 am then after that headed to tiong to slack at mr teh tarik.then reach there around 5.headed home at 5.40am and reached home by 6am.trust me u dont want to know how i went back home.kk will update more soon bye bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-7124879532095959371?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7124879532095959371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbad-memories-in-3-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7124879532095959371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7124879532095959371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbad-memories-in-3-minutes.html' title='good/bad memories in 3 minutes'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SzJa_3oEMnI/AAAAAAAAAHw/38xxSR50yDc/s72-c/untitled+(3).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-5410393672188036959</id><published>2009-12-22T01:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:16:29.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where do we go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sy-rfTYZA2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WNKtPdRrPew/s1600-h/g.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417737431016866658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sy-rfTYZA2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WNKtPdRrPew/s320/g.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blow by blow, i didn't see it coming&lt;br /&gt;blow by blow, sucker punch&lt;br /&gt;rushes in, here to stay&lt;br /&gt;rushes in, you are here to stay&lt;br /&gt;what rushes into my heart and my skull&lt;br /&gt;i can't control, think about it&lt;br /&gt;feel it in my bones&lt;br /&gt;what rushes into my heart and my skull&lt;br /&gt;i can't control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you in my bones&lt;br /&gt;you're knocking at my windows&lt;br /&gt;you're slowly lettin me go&lt;br /&gt;and i know this feeling oh, so&lt;br /&gt;this feeling in my bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left hook, I didn't see it comin&lt;br /&gt;left hook, you've got dead aim&lt;br /&gt;rushes out, run away&lt;br /&gt;rushes out, you always run away&lt;br /&gt;what rushes into my heart and my skull&lt;br /&gt;i can't control, think about it&lt;br /&gt;feel it in my bones&lt;br /&gt;what rushes into my heart and my skull&lt;br /&gt;i can't control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel you in my bones&lt;br /&gt;you're knocking at my windows&lt;br /&gt;you're slowly letting me go&lt;br /&gt;and i know this feeling oh, so&lt;br /&gt;this feeling in my bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel it in my bones&lt;br /&gt;and then my skull feels pressure&lt;br /&gt;i feel it in my bones&lt;br /&gt;i feel it in my skull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel you in my bones&lt;br /&gt;you're knocking at my windows&lt;br /&gt;you're slowly letting me go&lt;br /&gt;and i know this feeling oh so&lt;br /&gt;this feeling in my bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a breath, take a breath&lt;br /&gt;with me blow by blow&lt;br /&gt;take a break, take a break from you&lt;br /&gt;you are here to stay&lt;br /&gt;i take my heart out of my chest&lt;br /&gt;i just don't need it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I take my head out of the game&lt;br /&gt;i just don't need it anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel you in my bones&lt;br /&gt;you're knocking at my windows&lt;br /&gt;you're slowly letting me go&lt;br /&gt;and i know this feeling oh so&lt;br /&gt;this feeling in my bones&lt;/em&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/377039472454420929-5410393672188036959?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5410393672188036959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-do-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/5410393672188036959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/5410393672188036959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-do-we-go.html' title='where do we go?'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sy-rfTYZA2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WNKtPdRrPew/s72-c/g.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-4816325062950686105</id><published>2009-12-21T18:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:16:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sy9Ij2JaKrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wu4TW4YIWBk/s1600-h/h.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417628657417595570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sy9Ij2JaKrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wu4TW4YIWBk/s320/h.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello :D today is monday.yesterday was st james.had fun till the last part.the situation just got the better of me.will update on st james when i have the pics.pics are currently with farah heerah and ad.so took off today cus got home at 6am and dad found out i came back late.kene fuck boy.sigh.called boss and said i was sick ^.^ hahaha.too tired uh to go to work seriously.take care all.enjoy your life while its still happy and care free.will update soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-4816325062950686105?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4816325062950686105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-one-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/4816325062950686105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/4816325062950686105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-one-path.html' title='speechless'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sy9Ij2JaKrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wu4TW4YIWBk/s72-c/h.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-5083336841095522476</id><published>2009-12-20T16:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:15:25.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>didnt see it coming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sy3cLQpMdqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mHOO25rTyHQ/s1600-h/i.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417228012800997026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sy3cLQpMdqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mHOO25rTyHQ/s320/i.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello. :D so yesterday was just a random day.woke up around 4 plus.left house at 7 plus and meet azam to go to bugis to meet Z and friends so sat around then i wanted to meet my cousin shukri so called him up and meet him.sat down catch up on stuff talked about personal stuff here and there and how it all didnt make any sense to us.we ended laughing instead.been a long time since i saw him.so after that headed to 7-11 buy ciggy then bused home with azam.reached home couldnt sleep cus something was on my mind and was trying to solve it.i think its pretty clear cut no matter how u try to put it.sigh.will see how it goes.anyway its time to chase the real thing.people who been through what i have gone throught should know what this means.so today plan cock up.tien onn said to meet early and yet called him earlier on he never answered.looks like going late i guess.tml suppose to work but i have no clue if my body and mind is fit to go after the party.hmmm ouh well by my laziness i probably take my last off day.will see.hope this time round there will be a camera cus i wanna take pictures. :D will update soon take care bye bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What rushes into my heart and my skull&lt;br /&gt;I cant control.think about it&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my bones&lt;br /&gt;Your'e knocking on my window&lt;br /&gt;Your'e slowly letting me go&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling oh-so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This feeling in my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-5083336841095522476?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5083336841095522476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/didnt-see-it-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/5083336841095522476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/5083336841095522476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/didnt-see-it-coming.html' title='didnt see it coming.'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sy3cLQpMdqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mHOO25rTyHQ/s72-c/i.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-429223915591174812</id><published>2009-12-19T17:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:14:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super cine habis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SyybknROK9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/BCjSL4_od9s/s1600-h/k.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416875505138674642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SyybknROK9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/BCjSL4_od9s/s320/k.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Syybb7GjK1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/JetrpU-puEM/s1600-h/13636_208792664157_663724157_2902595_4255351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416875355843799890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Syybb7GjK1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/JetrpU-puEM/s320/13636_208792664157_663724157_2902595_4255351_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SyyYERmLV5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/E7ii9iTdqn4/s1600-h/13636_208792684157_663724157_2902597_7355476_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416871651030292370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SyyYERmLV5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/E7ii9iTdqn4/s320/13636_208792684157_663724157_2902597_7355476_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello all. (: so lets see I'm still waiting for someone to past me pics so i can update about Wednesday.grrrr nvm she's busy.so Thursday didn't go out then Friday went out with azam to accompany him follow tinah mira to take nuri's result for N lvl.She got 13 points.ceh bagos nah.so after that went to mac sat there and ate then meet nana for awhile since im already there.so yea.sat at the usual spot where we always sit if we at sengkang.so catch up with everybody.camwhore like idiot.i only like to camwhore with those dxlr camera's.favorite uh.so we were bored and someone suggested to play catching in the mall.so in the end we did.Yes i know like small kids but it was fun okay.its been a long time since we did this kind of stupid things.everyone was looking at us and i swear my hair that day,i look super Cine habis.hahha i have no clue why.so after that me and azam headed to douby ghout go meet nizam and iqa so walked around for awhile then headed back to thier house to meet syahin cus they wanted to stay my place.came home did some stuff and feel asleep.idk why but i felt so damn tired yesterday.hmmm today is wavehouse?dont feel like going plus no money.st james uh better!!!!!!tomorrow then i go :D hmmm suppose to go out today but dont know which plan to go.hmmm..will update soon.wanna go get ready now.bye bye all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-429223915591174812?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/429223915591174812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/super-cine-habis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/429223915591174812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/429223915591174812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/super-cine-habis.html' title='super cine habis'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SyybknROK9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/BCjSL4_od9s/s72-c/k.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-2384064918819499946</id><published>2009-12-16T05:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:12:23.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Syf_3zU7vJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3CbIhg9l6gs/s1600-h/DSC_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415578411072208018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Syf_3zU7vJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3CbIhg9l6gs/s320/DSC_0186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;so today is wednesday morning.where to start.tuesday woke up in the afternoon and was still sick so yea.my boss texted me and ask me how i was doing.was suppose to go to work today but she gave me the whole week off. -.- i wanna work la fuck!!!monday then i wanna take off day.so went out with nizam to meet syahin iea azam and one of his friend.cant remember the name.walked around marina till 8 plus.the rest of the story i will update later when i have pics and when i know what im suppose to say.im so frustrated with myself now.i cant help but not do stupid things.sigh.anyone ever get that feeling after u did something or didnt do something u feel like taking it back or doing it in the end but u know it was too late?tsk tsk so fussy about things.grrrrrrr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-2384064918819499946?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2384064918819499946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/2384064918819499946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/2384064918819499946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Syf_3zU7vJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3CbIhg9l6gs/s72-c/DSC_0186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-4511948491138621202</id><published>2009-12-14T06:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:11:17.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im fine without you now.can you disappear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414860535362271826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SyVy976MulI/AAAAAAAAAFo/E69FpMASLCQ/s320/Image445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SyVrMtv4yYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eSi7uC7j1d0/s1600-h/Image437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414851993165941122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SyVrMtv4yYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eSi7uC7j1d0/s320/Image437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello all.so i didnt go out today.i wonder at times....hmmmm so slack at home had dinner around 9 plus with nizam came home did nothing much except for computer and stuff.i took an off day from work today since im still sick so yea.i dont feel like working anymore.that job just doesnt intrest me even thought i work for so little hours i just dont see myself in that kind of line anymore.i thought i be perfect for it but i was wrong.hahahah.see how it goes maybe just work for a month.its 6am and i cant sleep...something is in my mind right now.something about my past but won't let it affect me.why do i feel so connected to this particular person?why does my heart keep skipping a beat whenever i see her msges or calls?why do i see her crossing my mind everytime i take a moment to breath?hmmmmmm still a mystery for me!hahahaha nick nick dont get to far ahead of yourself.i swear i dont feel like doing anything this week.i feel like recoopertating at home.i miss waking up late and stuff.hmmmm idk what to do already.just so bored with life.ouh step sis dreamnt i died!!!!!!there is 2 side of what im feeling towards that,how funny that is and if it will happen anytime soon?hmmm had a dream like that too recently.im a gemeni some more!!!best!!!!!hahaha she woke up and screamed when she saw me die.half of me is like awwwwwww and the other half of me want to know how i died.well wont be going into work till i get better which is idk when so yea.will update soon :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why dont you feel me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im so in need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it a wonder i resist from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was the one who fell in this game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then you took me away from you :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those small words are lyrics to a song btw.i just love the meaning to it. send chills down my spine&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-4511948491138621202?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4511948491138621202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-fine-without-you-nowcan-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/4511948491138621202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/4511948491138621202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-fine-without-you-nowcan-you.html' title='Im fine without you now.can you disappear?'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SyVy976MulI/AAAAAAAAAFo/E69FpMASLCQ/s72-c/Image445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-7188323847070244879</id><published>2009-12-13T11:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:08:32.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hello all sorry no pics cus never go out since wednesday so yea unless u all want to see my sick face then okay.thursday and friday was work then friday night went out to town with nizam and iqa and meet some of nizam friends and they knew who i was but i didnt know them which was super awkward cus they were like''nick!!!''then i was ermm ''eh you hello''paiseh sak!! someone said i was skinnier in real life then in pictures -.- yes yes i know im fuking skinny.dont have to tell me.ouh and as i was walking at town there was this family walking and then there was this small kid about 3-4 years old wandering away from them and was very near to the road so i just hold her and move the kid body back to the family.so i was infront and nizam was just behind me at that point of time.so after i did that i swore i heard someone said ''handsome''so i was like eh nizam did u hear what i heard??then he was like this girl with the family said''wah best eh dapat hold abang handsome punye tangan!! to the kid i holded just now.i was like dont fucking lie la!!!!in the first place i was wearing super slack cus i was from work and my hair was super oily but nizam said it was true so yea.only god knows.okay moving on saturday was stay at home day cus why?????fucking sick!!!!!sigh and still sick now.boring much?suppose to go out today but idk if i can or not.i do wanna go but i cant even breathe properly nor stop my nose from being block.sigh.if this carry on how the hell am i going to work tml???i cant even stand properly -.- hahahahah well slept super early yesterday night which isnt the normal me.just woke up and now the only thing in my mind is how am i suppose to get my ass well in less then 3-4 hours time.hmmmmm i miss someone.i know i do but i dont know who.hahahaha.i find songs now not as nice and relex as last time.i miss all the old songs we used to listen too.i gonna start listening to old songs from now on.the new songs just doesnt have any meaning anymore which is just sad in so many ways.okay i need to go and rest somemore!!!! D;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-7188323847070244879?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7188323847070244879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7188323847070244879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7188323847070244879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-d.html' title='sick D:'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-6577115792994424159</id><published>2009-12-09T23:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:05:35.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so so hectic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sx_F4wKQ9GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p5ToaVrwVtg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413262855913927778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sx_F4wKQ9GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p5ToaVrwVtg/s320/untitled.bmp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello :D okay erm okay the photo up there is kimmy so yea dont ask.had no pics from yesterday so hahaha. so lets see what happened on tuesday.hmmm lets see morning went to work then during the afternoon i had a feeling that i had to go butter factory so yea call2 people make sure they all going and stuff so yea.had to work till 5.30 cus asked for off day then next day so yea.rushed home and i was late!!so bathed drinked a can of beer and do my hair in less than 30 mins.so meet jeff and nizam and tien onn at tiong then headed to city hall.meet azra take money from here then joined her group and started walking towards butter factory and the sad part was we had no cameraman/women no pics at all except at tien onn's phone.syahin and iea and azam came at 1 plus so more of us equals to more fun :D so after the party went to marina 7-11 then stuff happend lazy to elborate.so started walking towards town to pass the time while waiting for first bus to start.laughed alot cus we were talking alot of nonsense along the way.hahah so took 14 feel asleep awhile and bought ciggy before hit home.slept at 7am woke up at 11 plus was suppose to go out with kimmy for breakfast but both woke up late.hahha so slept again till 4 plus and was late to meet her again.nicky nicky such a pig sigh.so meet kimmy had lunch then she had to go off for work then erin ask to meet then nizam didnt want to travel so was left alone to go nvm lucky i was at jurong nearby je.so meet her talk blah blah blah then hit home ate and now wanting to sleep cus need to work tml. :D will update when i have pics and stuff.should be busy with work during weekdays.hmmm wonder what im gonna do on saturday???movie??drinking??party again???late nights???hmmm see how yea&lt;br /&gt;bye bye vampires!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-6577115792994424159?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6577115792994424159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-so-hectic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/6577115792994424159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/6577115792994424159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-so-hectic.html' title='so so hectic'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sx_F4wKQ9GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p5ToaVrwVtg/s72-c/untitled.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-4206379895413674141</id><published>2009-12-07T03:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:01:06.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxzc9vQtjXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5GGX19KxS1A/s1600-h/13956_102364363123720_100000504700863_63875_7834797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412443805409185138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxzc9vQtjXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5GGX19KxS1A/s320/13956_102364363123720_100000504700863_63875_7834797_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxzc9Yl0B8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/HlwTApIwMCE/s1600-h/13956_102364353123721_100000504700863_63872_5048521_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412443799323674562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxzc9Yl0B8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/HlwTApIwMCE/s320/13956_102364353123721_100000504700863_63872_5048521_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxzc8yUUl3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/37Nf1gBF1B4/s1600-h/13956_102364356457054_100000504700863_63873_4667291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412443789049763698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxzc8yUUl3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/37Nf1gBF1B4/s320/13956_102364356457054_100000504700863_63873_4667291_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello those who read my blog yesterday im sorry cus im gonna redo it.hahaha so let see this is what happened on saturday woke up around 2 plus in the afternoon then went out and 7 plus cus going to meet tien onn at bugis at 8.i reached there he not there yet.he was 20 minutes late.grrrr so followed him to take his pay and buy his ipod which cost him $230 so standard he happy uh!!!nabei nvm wait for my pay come.so proceeded to jurong east to meet azam nizam all but side track for awhile cus tien onn had to put something at his work place.so stop by to surprise kimmy!!! and she thought that wasnt me.grrrrr selenger habis.so took bus after that headed to pandan gardens and then iea and is joined us.so yea went somewhere to start drinking :D as u can see from the photos that my eyes is closed and stuff.i was drunk and tired at the same time so yea.what to do.so couldnt take it anymore and feel asleep on the ground and it was freezing cold.i woke up a few times cus my legs were shaking.so woke up around 5 plus and took 51 home but stop at queensway for breakfast.so reached home at 7.15 am and woke up at 11 am -.- so finally went out with mom and the other family.went to esplanade to watch some play and then followed azra go buy stuff for butter factory.so from city hall ended up at town -.- like i not tired like that.so saw natasha!!!!hahahahha dont want to talk about it.later story everyone know.so was suppose to took bus home but ended up going all the way to jurong again.hahahha go meet kimmy! :D so we wanted to grab dinner and stuff then couldnt decided so i just said go somewhere that i have never been for a long time.so ended up at spize which is near great world city.had nasi pattaya.its been a long time since i ate that.she had the same thing also cus she didnt know what was nice.so after we ate went somewhere peaceful.sat there talked alot listen to songs sing for no reason hahahah and siti stop it eh.hahahah i know u happy yesterday :p so around 1 plus started walking again then ended up downstairs my place and sat there and she wanted to draw but had no paper so my arm became A4 paper.best!!! hahahah so she wanted to go home around 3 plus cus she wanted me to rest cus i had work in the morning so sent her off and went home and sleep.so work was torture due to lack of sleep havent eaten and the best part i cant go butter factory cus dad came back from overseas already.sigh nvm 20th still have.those who are going have fun yea. :D hmmm feel like going out again today hmm see how uh.bye bye vampires!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-4206379895413674141?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4206379895413674141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/4206379895413674141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/4206379895413674141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-in-time.html' title='lost in time'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxzc9vQtjXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5GGX19KxS1A/s72-c/13956_102364363123720_100000504700863_63875_7834797_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-3321581624682779610</id><published>2009-12-04T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:59:47.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo fucking hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxkfap_JpHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/34wzk9puPKo/s1600-h/DSC_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390970070148210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxkfap_JpHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/34wzk9puPKo/s320/DSC_0142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfaAIX8qI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vxJkvyaqf30/s1600-h/DSC_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390958834545314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfaAIX8qI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vxJkvyaqf30/s320/DSC_0141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfZxRcEpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xHjNOli8sjE/s1600-h/DSC_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390954846032530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfZxRcEpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xHjNOli8sjE/s320/DSC_0157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfZTb5VaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uxiYVnhwMoE/s1600-h/DSC_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390946836829602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfZTb5VaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uxiYVnhwMoE/s320/DSC_0186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfBsStEtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/K7pR2m7YROI/s1600-h/DSC_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390541192303314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfBsStEtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/K7pR2m7YROI/s320/DSC_0160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfBCtDP1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/eGhvahcrvBk/s1600-h/DSC_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390530028519250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfBCtDP1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/eGhvahcrvBk/s320/DSC_0159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfA_y2evI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HurW02wNA3k/s1600-h/DSC_0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390529247542002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfA_y2evI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HurW02wNA3k/s320/DSC_0162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfAUzUEMI/AAAAAAAAADw/lVCK59DfBTA/s1600-h/DSC_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390517706756290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxkfAUzUEMI/AAAAAAAAADw/lVCK59DfBTA/s320/DSC_0183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxke_8PKi5I/AAAAAAAAADo/xeoZNxZoZIk/s1600-h/DSC_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411390511112686482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxke_8PKi5I/AAAAAAAAADo/xeoZNxZoZIk/s320/DSC_0185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello :D so yesterday went to sentosa.when we went there it was raining pffft and someone said it wasnt going to rain.so played soccer in the rain and stuff.then waited for erin to come with forks so i can eat as i was super hungry but when she came she didnt bring so must wait again for here to go 7-11 to get chopstick.so when she arrived straight away i became a machine sitting there eating like i never ate for days like that those other ppl that were eating with me didnt know how to eat with chopstick so in my heart i was like hahahah im gonna eat more then u :P so took pictures and stuff then went to vivo and teman iqah and friends go burger king and stuff and i was super tired la.grrrrr.so slept at 10pm.hahahah early nicky? so when i woke up my left leg is super pain.i swear its like i disclocated my leg gitu.i cant even press on it ): so just stayed home for today cus its so hard to walk. so lets see what else eh??hmmmmm ouh well saturday party tak jadi dont want to explain. too angry to but still going out tml with tien onn probably overnight and stuff so people who know me well enough should know what that means :D gahhhh im gonna start work on monday ): like lazy to start only sigh.hmmmm i wonder how im gonna last through next week.well will update soon.ouh and i apologize for my hair in the photos and my face.got wet and so yea oily and stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-3321581624682779610?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3321581624682779610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/boo-fucking-hoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3321581624682779610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3321581624682779610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/boo-fucking-hoo.html' title='boo fucking hoo'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sxkfap_JpHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/34wzk9puPKo/s72-c/DSC_0142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-54548917245838427</id><published>2009-12-03T12:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:59:24.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sepet habis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxdAecY1OfI/AAAAAAAAADg/U6qNh-9oWw8/s1600-h/NICK1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410864369069537778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxdAecY1OfI/AAAAAAAAADg/U6qNh-9oWw8/s320/NICK1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxdAaI8yTfI/AAAAAAAAADY/eYOAONE0SDI/s1600-h/NICK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410864295132155378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxdAaI8yTfI/AAAAAAAAADY/eYOAONE0SDI/s320/NICK2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxdAVUmK3oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nWH6ZBG-BPQ/s1600-h/NICK3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410864212359175810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxdAVUmK3oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nWH6ZBG-BPQ/s320/NICK3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello.okay sorry no pics from yesterday.so yea.erm lets see yesterday went out to town and meet haziqah and one of her friend with nizam so sat at mc cafe for awhile and then they had to go home.so was suppose to meet someone after that but couldnt make it so yea its okay. :D so bused home and ate dinner and fell asleep at 9 plus and woke up around 2 plus.so wake up and chat2 then someone decided to take pitures when webcaming -.- dah la muke tngh ngtok grrrr takpe2 i will get u back one day.so dad just left for holiday and im alone.yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! party!!!!!!!!!he gave me $100 for the week gonna blow it all on saturday :D so currently havent slept and now suppose to get ready to go sentosa and have to reach there at 1.standard ar nick everytime late.tsk2 will update later when i get back home.must get ready now!!!!!here are the pic from my webcam -.- yes i know i look stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-54548917245838427?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/54548917245838427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/54548917245838427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/54548917245838427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-hello.html' title='sepet habis'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxdAecY1OfI/AAAAAAAAADg/U6qNh-9oWw8/s72-c/NICK1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-6312648097556267286</id><published>2009-12-02T09:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:58:43.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxW_MefIzlI/AAAAAAAAADI/BJ5A60tJe-A/s1600/15132_1300142582058_1185212057_30945653_6037093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410440748418518610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxW_MefIzlI/AAAAAAAAADI/BJ5A60tJe-A/s320/15132_1300142582058_1185212057_30945653_6037093_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxW_IITzzEI/AAAAAAAAADA/-uB0nXD0qvM/s1600/15132_1300142462055_1185212057_30945650_4379236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410440673745947714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxW_IITzzEI/AAAAAAAAADA/-uB0nXD0qvM/s320/15132_1300142462055_1185212057_30945650_4379236_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxW_D0sgYWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2686ECG500U/s1600/15132_1300142142047_1185212057_30945642_5469338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410440599761346914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxW_D0sgYWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2686ECG500U/s320/15132_1300142142047_1185212057_30945642_5469338_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello (: So this was supposed to be tuesday post but i was too fucking tired to actually do it yesterday so yea.so on tuesday slept for 2 hours only which was from 6am to 8am so then bath changed and got ready to go for job interview.actually i didnt want the job cus it was too far away from home but yea i got it.working ours is only 6 hours :D yay!!!!.pay was better then my last admin job so cant complain that much.starting next monday so have to get my body clock to normal mode again if not when start work mampos.so came home then nizam meet me at my place then headed off to city hall to meet atiqah and one of her friends.then in the end erin couldnt make it cus of some problems and iqah got forced to come.hahahaha.so hang out at city hall,had 2 carmel frappacino for free :D favourite!!!!! then sat down behind marina and me and nizam were bored so started to do stupid things to entertain all of them.hahaha i hate zouk so much right now cus of bloodybeet roots!!!!!!!!!arghhhhhhhhh i wanna go!!!!!!!!!!!!! pls pls pls? so around 5 plus siti called and asked where we were and stuff so decided to meet her after that.so walked to town from city hall.i swear my legs were about to break.i was seriously too tired yesterday but nvm so meet siti and okasha and they wanted to go to starbucks.so sat there talk2 had a few power nap cus eyes couldnt take it anymore.actually could have taken alot more pictures but i was really not in the mood as i was tired and my face like stone so cannot....so headed to taka after that and pass azam somethings and then headed home.as soon as i hit my bed i feel asleep.hahahah such a pig!!!!!well suppose to go out today but not so sure.hmmmm.grrrrrrrrr i need to save money for saturday and i only have $22 now.how like that?must buy things on saturday seh.grrrr nvm i find a way or another.well will update more soon take care. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-6312648097556267286?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6312648097556267286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/6312648097556267286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/6312648097556267286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-tired.html' title='so tired!!!!'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxW_MefIzlI/AAAAAAAAADI/BJ5A60tJe-A/s72-c/15132_1300142582058_1185212057_30945653_6037093_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-3533616467477795381</id><published>2009-11-30T02:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:58:16.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything happened to fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxLASGTws-I/AAAAAAAAACw/YNks3ecu9vE/s1600/16543_184953856394_668901394_3088163_169880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409597519589061602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxLASGTws-I/AAAAAAAAACw/YNks3ecu9vE/s320/16543_184953856394_668901394_3088163_169880_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxLALFiCMxI/AAAAAAAAACo/UY26ZNoAq7E/s1600/16543_184945091394_668901394_3087873_2201251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409597399121408786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxLALFiCMxI/AAAAAAAAACo/UY26ZNoAq7E/s320/16543_184945091394_668901394_3087873_2201251_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxLADrbXSmI/AAAAAAAAACg/J1JPrY6vEy8/s1600/16543_184945086394_668901394_3087872_6664738_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409597271855024738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxLADrbXSmI/AAAAAAAAACg/J1JPrY6vEy8/s320/16543_184945086394_668901394_3087872_6664738_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxK_7CtF4zI/AAAAAAAAACY/_AqbrmL6eQg/s1600/16543_184953846394_668901394_3088161_931523_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409597123484574514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxK_7CtF4zI/AAAAAAAAACY/_AqbrmL6eQg/s320/16543_184953846394_668901394_3088161_931523_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxK_vR9ifFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jb_4E0PsQOU/s1600/16543_184953861394_668901394_3088164_7209830_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409596921421659218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxK_vR9ifFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jb_4E0PsQOU/s320/16543_184953861394_668901394_3088164_7209830_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello all.im so lazy to update blog today.grrrr.well the photos were taken yesterday.woke up and went to town around 7 plus meet erin,iqa and some other of her friends.so walk2 and we had 2 places to go city hall or town cus tien onn was at town and was suppose to meet him there but we follow erin and gang cus we had to meet other ppl at city hall too so yea started to walk to city hall and we took the long way -.- sigh but nvm soon after we sat around starbucks.then after a few stupid topics and smoke irfeen reached.asusual late as ever.then azam join too for awhile.so the rest had to leave and we went to take the mrt to town to meet tien onn cus i really wanted to meet him. :D the first thing i said to him when we meet was just 2 words ''wanna drink?'' hahahaha he was like set.so walk towards 7-11 and saw siti and friends hahahah dier mcm blur gitu nampak kiter.so tien onn bought some amsterdams and we sat at wheelock and started drinking.i swear i think my body is not as strong as it was before to handle beer anymore.sikit je tipsy.hmmm lets see how i can handle my hard liquor as well as last time :D soon soon.so me and nizam and tien onn started to walk to the bus stop and yea took 14 home.so when we got to my lift i couldnt stop laughing and what was worst was dad was still awake.i was trying my best to walk straight and stuff.yea talk with a few people online and stuff and i ate chips again before i sleep and i couldnt even take off my jeans cus i wasnt seeing right.u know what i mean.so slept till 7am and woke up cus it was fucking hot due to my jeans.stayed up talk to some friends had breakfast and slept at 12pm and woke up at 7pm plus gitu.had dinner with nizam and dad and we didnt tell him what he ate until after dinner.we had scallop,beef,lamb,fish and SNAIL hahahaha should have taken a picture of his face when my dad told him he ate snail.fucking hilarious.so currrently fucking bored right now.so yea guess i watch a movie or sleep.hahahah as if!!!!im still a vampire.well i will update soon i guess.This saturday should be fun. take care all hellogoodbye~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-3533616467477795381?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3533616467477795381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-happened-to-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3533616467477795381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3533616467477795381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-happened-to-fast.html' title='everything happened to fast'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SxLASGTws-I/AAAAAAAAACw/YNks3ecu9vE/s72-c/16543_184953856394_668901394_3088163_169880_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-7099702249633496067</id><published>2009-11-27T03:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:57:47.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?no party for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sw7VEptoYSI/AAAAAAAAABg/vV1vTVJD3HM/s1600/CIMG0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408494478411981090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sw7VEptoYSI/AAAAAAAAABg/vV1vTVJD3HM/s320/CIMG0418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello all for those who dont know the person beside me is tien onn.hot right he!!!!i know.hahahaha so lets see didnt do much today just ate and sleep alot.having insomnia for god knows what reason.so currently doing nothing much.well i got a job interview on 1 of december but its super far away from home.its near cck -.- apart of me wants to work but the other part is just pure lazy.well see how it goes after the interview.god i wanna be 18 for awhile this few months.its so not fair all the good djs are coming and im fucking gonna miss it.bloodybeet roots and armin and benny sigh just sad to say that im 17 man.bloodybeet roots are coming on 1 jan god!!!!!! noo!!!!!!!! i wanna go see them dj.well2 what to do must wait till birthday lor.lets see haji is like today and still no word from mom -.- long story u dont want to know.well im speachless but yea what to do.so looks like tml is a sleeping day for me if i can get some sleep that is.hmmm saturday erin ajak me and nizam out but dont know if wanna go anot and saturday is wave house but its freaking 30 bucks wtf?damn expensive.looks like gonna give it a miss but next saturday should be going.hahahha tien onn going so must go!!!!surely fun when he is around :D hmmm i wonder what im gonna do for new year.should make it a memorable on this year.well i'll update soon take care dont take drugs people seriously not good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-7099702249633496067?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7099702249633496067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/wtfno-party-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7099702249633496067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/7099702249633496067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/wtfno-party-for-me.html' title='wtf?no party for me'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sw7VEptoYSI/AAAAAAAAABg/vV1vTVJD3HM/s72-c/CIMG0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-8558130256557359857</id><published>2009-11-25T21:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:57:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fun Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sw0yNrR877I/AAAAAAAAABY/ymyZzcT-Ph8/s1600/Picture0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408033938079543218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sw0yNrR877I/AAAAAAAAABY/ymyZzcT-Ph8/s320/Picture0063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello hello :D well yesterday went out and finally catch a movie.watch 2012 its was okay i guess abit unrealistic but all in all it was a not bad show.so let see woke up at 3 plus in the afternoon bathed and stuff then headed to town with nizam.irfeen was late.idoit btol.hahahha.so went and meet ..... first at cineleisure then after that irfeen and his friend came along talk2 then we went our seperate ways cus nizam going to meet fatyn.so we headed of to far east and ate and Kfc then walk2 and talk2 and laugh alot for no apparent reason then siti called and wanted cigerattes so meet her at cineleisure and smoke,disturb her about somethings :P cannot say here uh later she scold me.so went and watch a 9plus show and i swear its been ages since i saw a movie.my legs feel asleep halfway and i couldnt walk properly.so nizam was waiting for me to finish my movie.he waited quiet long.awwww what a good friend.:D then after that meet yazleen cus she had prom around there.she was prom queen -.- hahahha gigi colgate pon boleh jadi prom queen.hahhha Was suppose to spend the night with her due to some situation but it was resolved.so send ..... to the taxt stand and me and nizam bused home and the sad part is we didnt take photos!!!!grrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Was too caught up with the day till forgot.so went home had supper and for some reason me and nizam couldnt sleep but we were super tired.so we stayed up had breakfast and turn in at 1pm just now.yes i know we crazy but what to do.cannot sleep so do some stuff then.was suppose to go out today with irfeen and erin but i guess we overslept.hmmmm i wanna go out tml!!!!!hmmm ouh well im gonna go eat now.take care.i want more pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-8558130256557359857?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8558130256557359857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-fun-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/8558130256557359857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/8558130256557359857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun Fun Fun'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Sw0yNrR877I/AAAAAAAAABY/ymyZzcT-Ph8/s72-c/Picture0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-3318900088487891772</id><published>2009-11-24T03:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:57:03.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lethargic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SwroZ9PakaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m0z5UIMQFwQ/s1600/DSCF0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407389835245293986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SwroZ9PakaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m0z5UIMQFwQ/s320/DSCF0774.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello people of the world.im a vampire!!! so currently i just woke up from a nap.I dont know why i always feel so tired now a days.Being a pig much nicholas?Lets see,where did i left of? Ouh so i didnt go watch a movie in the end on sunday cus couldn't wake up at all.So woke up at 7pm that day and just stayed at home and do some random stuff.Monday morning was otp till 8am and actually thought of watching it later on,so after that i went and ate and sleep.Finally. But guess what???Both of us were to tired too wake up again.hahahahah. I woke up at 4pm.We all keep postponing cus half the time oversleep.So yea dont know when we gonna watch it.supposedly it will be later on today.Will see how it goes.If i ever wake up on time that is.Hmmm i should start to work soon but aparrently i cant get my lazy ass to go find one.Guess i still wanna enjoy.Bahhhhhhhh maybe go work at imm so can disturb people there or maybe join tien onn at swensens.Hmmm will see.well will update more soon.im going to sleep...Dont ever eat chips and fall asleep at the same time.U wake up to find a surprise. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-3318900088487891772?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3318900088487891772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/lethargic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3318900088487891772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/3318900088487891772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/lethargic.html' title='lethargic'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SwroZ9PakaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/m0z5UIMQFwQ/s72-c/DSCF0774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377039472454420929.post-1771630017474097350</id><published>2009-11-22T07:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T07:25:44.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry,Happy,Sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SwhzlHY9eZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hT2RNiLfXsI/s1600/DSCF3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SwhzlHY9eZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hT2RNiLfXsI/s320/DSCF3001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406698434134374802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello all!im new to this so dont give me a hard time alright.Im so freaking tired right now. currently its freaking 7 in the morning and im still up.I have to bow down to those people who blog everyday and change their skins and stuff cus i just took 3 hours to do all that and im still not really done. well today's plan is to sleep and maybe catch a movie at night with someone. Have to wait for him/her to text later on.Hahahah go find out who it is yourself.hope it happens though.baaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!im becoming a vampire!!! The only time i sleep is when the sun comes up and wake up when the sun sets.I better not start going up to people and start sucking their blood.Hahahahah okay that was lame.What u expect my brain is switch off right now.well will update on the outing if it happens later.well take care all.byebye.time to go to sleep!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377039472454420929-1771630017474097350?l=thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1771630017474097350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/hungryhappysleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/1771630017474097350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377039472454420929/posts/default/1771630017474097350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesoundofgoodbyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/hungryhappysleepy.html' title='Hungry,Happy,Sleepy'/><author><name>nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02872703704205405575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/Swh2e4JRhMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dVf71bUvmhc/S220/DSCF3001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X737L088reM/SwhzlHY9eZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hT2RNiLfXsI/s72-c/DSCF3001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
