<?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-7808925</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:53:57.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L0stpoeT's wrkz of rejEctx</title><subtitle type='html'>L0stpoeT's wrkz of rejEctx iz under protection of a crappi copywrite law(but itz still copywrited!!)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-3482486456769201558</id><published>2008-03-29T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:52:03.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me feel better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wont you come and make me feel better? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this gloomy wet sticky kinda weather,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, really im not asking for a shelther,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wish you'd come and make me feel better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long how long ,have we tried and tried,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resusitated it again just before it died&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but crumbled to dust and blown by the wind,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;repeatedly our efforts only managed to cave in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But right now all this doesnt really matter,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as long as you'd come and make me feel better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grief, anxiety, loneliness overrides&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swallowed up are our solutions in such fearsome tides.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im running out of breath and im unsure how long more i can go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;having someone to keep you afloat, that'll be good to know,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But right now its alright if drinking seawater makes me fatter,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just as long as you're here to make me feel better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The clash of words like swords in the night,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a sparring display of how we dont think alike.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think we've already stabbed each other in our minds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frustration's already way past our limit lines,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disappointment? resignation? i think more of the latter,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i dont think you'll be coming, to make me feel better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-3482486456769201558?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/3482486456769201558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=3482486456769201558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/3482486456769201558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/3482486456769201558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2008/03/make-me-feel-better.html' title='Make me feel better'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-2292652505027995743</id><published>2008-03-29T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:46:37.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we're going in circles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;round and round we go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we're going in circles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and i just cant get your flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;thats how its meant to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but i dont think my shout outs are reaching you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and neither are yours to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we're this close to chemistry babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but in a vaccum can a reaction take part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we struggle to sing in tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but an octave away is your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we're going in circles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;round and round we go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we're going in circles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;how long more, i wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-2292652505027995743?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/2292652505027995743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=2292652505027995743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/2292652505027995743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/2292652505027995743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2008/03/circles.html' title='Circles'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-116870781706185067</id><published>2007-01-13T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:14:42.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bite at first sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;our meeting was brief,&lt;br /&gt;and i hungered for her at first glance,&lt;br /&gt;she stood there squared against me,&lt;br /&gt;posing her sturdy stance,&lt;br /&gt;along came a breeze,&lt;br /&gt;pranced through her darkest brown hair&lt;br /&gt;that's when i snatched a whiff,&lt;br /&gt;of her rich aroma staining the air,&lt;br /&gt;as she sashayed closer,&lt;br /&gt;in those matching brown heels&lt;br /&gt;my stomach tickled in anticipation&lt;br /&gt;boy, her looks sure kills&lt;br /&gt;i flung my arms around her,&lt;br /&gt;her skin a velvet cushion as i embrace&lt;br /&gt;a shade of healthy yellow&lt;br /&gt;was the smoothness of her face&lt;br /&gt;i let myself sink into her,&lt;br /&gt;my lips nibbled at her crown&lt;br /&gt;struggling to curb my impatience&lt;br /&gt;as they slowly proceeded down&lt;br /&gt;her taste exploding in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;oh, the seduction of cocoa beans&lt;br /&gt;engulfed by her softness&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt be more keen&lt;br /&gt;breaching her defence,&lt;br /&gt;i found the epic center of her soul&lt;br /&gt;and there it lay,&lt;br /&gt;i've finally reached my goal&lt;br /&gt;smeared on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;thick chocolate bursts of joy&lt;br /&gt;she had satisfied my taste buds&lt;br /&gt;and made me one happy boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-116870781706185067?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/116870781706185067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=116870781706185067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/116870781706185067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/116870781706185067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-meeting-was-brief-and-i-hungered.html' title='bite at first sight'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-115806912199387135</id><published>2006-09-12T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:52:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk on 10 brilliante lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i believe these two souls are miscible&lt;br /&gt;that maybe im not that dense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that the story those glittering prophets tell is genuine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;behind that spectacle lense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;with two dark umbrellas over their heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and draped in long black cloaks custom made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;their ever shininig enthusiasm never fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nestled neatly in between them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;are tiny doors with which air comes and goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes they get a bit blocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when obstructed by your woes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;watching those crimson twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as they fold uniformly into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;revealing a line-up of little white soldiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;each soon to be clad with a brace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;your strands drift at the slightest breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shrouded in aromatic delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;secured behind a pair of smooth curves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;selectively picking out the sounds of the radio at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at the sides bouncy cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a little chubby i suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;after a wash of sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;they glow radiant with a tint of rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not forgetting those little dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like little children prancing about a flower field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this lane's such a picturesque view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im sure you cant resist its tempting yield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so why not take a walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and be lost in this fatal attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-115806912199387135?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/115806912199387135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=115806912199387135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115806912199387135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115806912199387135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/09/walk-on-10-brilliante-lane.html' title='a walk on 10 brilliante lane'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-115806553327728294</id><published>2006-09-12T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:02:18.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>internal strife and heartaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;telling myself that the wait ain't that long,&lt;br /&gt;replaying,echoing within the walls of my skull, your favourite songs&lt;br /&gt;they say abscence makes the heart grow fonder,&lt;br /&gt;amount of truth these words consitute i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;never mind the past petty thefts,&lt;br /&gt;from my array of ever-straying emotions,&lt;br /&gt;this time you've laid your eyes on the big prize&lt;br /&gt;and with your loot you're in motion,&lt;br /&gt;you broke into the security of my ribs,&lt;br /&gt;and reflected in your eyes your throbbing trophy lay,&lt;br /&gt;nimbly tending it into slumber,&lt;br /&gt;and just like that you stole my heart away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the number of train stations apart may be a sour sixteen,&lt;br /&gt;reunion with my life support you can be sure im keen,&lt;br /&gt;till then i'll be obliterating you from my sub-concious thought&lt;br /&gt;omitting you from my imagination i have valiantly fought,&lt;br /&gt;but conquering your own control tower is a straineous task,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll fry it, under the sun i'll bask&lt;br /&gt;submerging myself in pages of information,&lt;br /&gt;chanelling as much knowledge to dam fragments of you flowing in,&lt;br /&gt;however your prescence still overshadows,&lt;br /&gt;in my sleep your voice occasionally makes a din&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till you come and overflow,&lt;br /&gt;the banks of this hovering soul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-115806553327728294?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/115806553327728294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=115806553327728294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115806553327728294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115806553327728294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/09/internal-strife-and-heartaches.html' title='internal strife and heartaches'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-115521021964302488</id><published>2006-08-10T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:43:39.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An emo composition written in class</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Let your waves come and crash down on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;and maybe in the foams and seasprays i'll die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dont leave me stranded in the blueness of this sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;it'll make me so sad i'd be too ready to cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;but what are tears before this ocean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;What is one person's sorrows compared to this world's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Just drifting, clinging on, to your floating device..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;waiting for someone who would be ever so nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;to fish you out from your sorry state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;hopefully your still thriving then, your saviour wont be too late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the churning of the water's drowning out your "to no avail" weeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;looks like this misery is for yours to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mouthfuls of air as you struggle in a passing ship's backwash,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;so much for your distress sign..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;hands been soaked for hours now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;tattoed into those palms, wrinkled lines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the dreaded R.I.P?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;In destination unknown endless sea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;those teeth of the world out there are really sharp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;you'll create a blood fountain if you strum across them like a harp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;will you just try and not end up as shark feed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;surving's not a want, its a need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-115521021964302488?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/115521021964302488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=115521021964302488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115521021964302488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115521021964302488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/08/emo-composition-written-in-class.html' title='An emo composition written in class'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-115479867955096655</id><published>2006-08-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:47:09.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So i may not be up to your precise expectations,&lt;br /&gt;Neither handsome nor tall and perhaps a tad too dark,&lt;br /&gt;A surplus of rowdiness and rebellion,&lt;br /&gt;which way exceeds your mark..&lt;br /&gt;i bare my fangs of disobedience&lt;br /&gt;when cornered by opressive strings of derogatory words from above,&lt;br /&gt;to stand firm and be concrete you say,&lt;br /&gt;instead of always prostrating to serve...&lt;br /&gt;your occasional commentary somewhat resembles a jackpot&lt;br /&gt;a tint of exuberance could lead to a sea of distraught..&lt;br /&gt;despite all that is lacking here is my resolve&lt;br /&gt;i'll do what it requires even if it means to evolve&lt;br /&gt;its time to disperse these infantile dreams,&lt;br /&gt;but this sole surviving glimmer i'll protect with pronunced vigour,&lt;br /&gt;enusre it wont come crashing down like meteor streams&lt;br /&gt;For this is something priceless, too valuable to place a figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-115479867955096655?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/115479867955096655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=115479867955096655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115479867955096655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115479867955096655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/08/glimmer.html' title='Glimmer'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-115314430159077430</id><published>2006-07-17T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:40:18.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fake stage(you dont wanna be on)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe its just the world revolving the usual way..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being the stage for this oscar winning role play..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this show has been on for way too long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant act any more the script's way too wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just dont get why there are still those who cling on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the storyline has a bad ending so for these people i'll mourn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im pulling out now and i'll leave no strings attatched &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;run out the door and keep the lock latched&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry but fakeness is just not the job for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you need another actor maybe you can try barney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he friendly, purple and kids love him lots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's more he wont argue about who's calling the shots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just asking to be a genuine person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who if given the chance would commit arson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;probably spark a fire or two thats all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it probably just burn down the theatre hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toast those drama mamas from within&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and thats when the showing of true colours begin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-115314430159077430?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/115314430159077430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=115314430159077430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115314430159077430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115314430159077430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/07/fake-stageyou-dont-wanna-be-on.html' title='The fake stage(you dont wanna be on)'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-115237102853791238</id><published>2006-07-08T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:06:55.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;been trying to cover the signs of aging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;time's passing so fast things keep on changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guess the time to wake up is now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;before the big test i bow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i think my mind is getting slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in it rust has started to grow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;familiarity has been giving me the occasional jab too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it almost like its deja-vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hang on dont get knocked off this railway track of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you wont be able to jump queue so just stay in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it'll soon be your turn so dont fret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for this obstacle is gonna be the biggest one yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-115237102853791238?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/115237102853791238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=115237102853791238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115237102853791238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115237102853791238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/07/wake-up-time.html' title='wake up time'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-115082356866526849</id><published>2006-06-21T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:14:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it feels as if i have lost a dream&lt;br /&gt;a vision i had that was once so clear&lt;br /&gt;something i had wanted real bad&lt;br /&gt;something once to me was dear&lt;br /&gt;i never though i would have gone this far&lt;br /&gt;Chasing something which i know would never be true&lt;br /&gt;but if i had not followed my heart&lt;br /&gt;then i would never know what im capable of, what i can do,&lt;br /&gt;many times my voice went sore&lt;br /&gt;it kept me company in times of bore&lt;br /&gt;and stitched back slowly when my heart tore&lt;br /&gt;like a drug i keep wanting searching for more&lt;br /&gt;im just writing this to those who feel that their dreams are gone&lt;br /&gt;why give up a passion placed in you when you were born&lt;br /&gt;you might not succed even though u give your best&lt;br /&gt;But it will take you somewhere so just do it, dont worry about the rest&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are made for you to follow&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many rejections you swallow&lt;br /&gt;please dont let your dream die&lt;br /&gt;even if you want to just leave it to lie&lt;br /&gt;throw forward your hand and reach for the stars&lt;br /&gt;maybe u'll get a free ride to mars&lt;br /&gt;and if u ever get 2 grab one of them so,&lt;br /&gt;hold on tightly and dont ever let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-115082356866526849?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/115082356866526849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=115082356866526849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115082356866526849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/115082356866526849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-114815033010919113</id><published>2006-05-21T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T02:43:36.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Salute to my absilute sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;once again my heart hurts again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;knowing this world around me can be so fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so many lies from your spit-fire tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so much potential for hearts to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;relationships can be calm at first sight, like the surface of water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but there could be conflicts just right below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and there are too many clinging desprately to their floats, makin sure they stay above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so that they wont get caught in the undertow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;just hoping that all of us will not embrace hate towards others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for what you reap is what you sow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for we would just end up licking our bloody wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and mending our deepest woes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont want this place to be like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;where people go up and whack others with their fists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i want the truth, not the number of lies you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to be the number of hairs on top of your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if you had the chance you would have shot him dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and stained his shirt a nice bloody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so what about being all lovey-dovey to the guy next door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when 3 minutes later you're conspiring against him with the guy on the next floor (think HDB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i guess im in no position to talk crap so i should keep my mouth close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or maybe instead i should suck on my toes (eeeww...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let someone come to dig up this dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to help us look upon what we've done and reget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tell the world what it has done wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeah tell the world that, tell the world that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-114815033010919113?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/114815033010919113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=114815033010919113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/114815033010919113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/114815033010919113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/05/salute-to-my-absilute-sadness.html' title='a Salute to my absilute sadness'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-114572165214748128</id><published>2006-04-22T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:04:50.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do in class</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hi, I wrote this while daydreaming in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hope wont because of this my term position be last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i also want to take this opportunity to thank my class table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;if i had a chance on it i wuld stick a label&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;n the label would go "this is my beloved bed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;really thank you table for always resting my head....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Every second time crawls by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;watching the clock's hand move i get high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;time seems even more now to pass so slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Maybe soon it may stop you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;sketched on my table a guy who looks kinda goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;and pretty soon my mind wanders off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;im in a forest filled with leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;leaves that have fallen from the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;yellow red ones which cover the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;like those in maple story which are not round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i kept walking walking up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;oh wait, maple story can only go left and right(2D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;saw a monster quick quick fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;then suddenly around me very bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;lift up my head, oh no wonder english lesson just end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;have 2 thank teacher but i lazy 2 stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;im goin back 2 slp now put my head on my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;n once again im off 2 dreamland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(this is a tribute to the countless english lessons where the over head projector was being used providing a dark and perfect environment for sleeping and also to the maths lessons where i just didnt feel like listening)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-114572165214748128?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/114572165214748128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=114572165214748128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/114572165214748128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/114572165214748128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-i-do-in-class_22.html' title='What I do in class'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-114509930389331079</id><published>2006-04-15T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T19:08:23.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suga rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time 2 put behind d past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wad i was supposed 2 real long ago, wad aint meant 2 last..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am cookie, u r sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i saw u tot u were really neat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wen u shiok shiok u gimme sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den snatch it away b4 i can eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u tink liddat very fun izzit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im lyk a chocolate cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n u broke it apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;took out d sweet chocolate pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n replace it wif nut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lyk no wonder now im goin crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n my future was lyk lukin so hazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but now im gonna find my way back 2 my cookie jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n i'll do my best 2 get dere no matter how far..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time 2 curb my sugar tooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i du thank u 4 tellin d truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but 2 much of u will make my teeth fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time 2 put an end 2 dis all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yea dis time i'll close u behind d door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;swallow d key 2 make sure its no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n behind d door be quiet baby hush hush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im sorri but i'll end dis sugar rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-114509930389331079?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/114509930389331079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=114509930389331079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/114509930389331079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/114509930389331079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/04/suga-rush.html' title='Suga rush'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-114399691325122907</id><published>2006-04-03T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:55:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im bored</title><content type='html'>i dun like d way ppl act so fake&lt;br /&gt;n only care cuz ur d only 1 left 4 dem&lt;br /&gt;n wen dey feel ur stucking up deir throat&lt;br /&gt;dey spit u out lyk phlegm&lt;br /&gt;plz take care cuz im fragile&lt;br /&gt;very slpy n not very agile&lt;br /&gt;good at doing tings which i mostly dun like 2 do&lt;br /&gt;i dunno y i said dat out of d blue&lt;br /&gt;i thank u 4 reading abt me tok 2 me&lt;br /&gt;u muz tink im quite bored well i tink u took quite long 2 c&lt;br /&gt;dat yes i m bored n i got noting much 2 sae&lt;br /&gt;im dying here so let me go 2 slp ok&lt;br /&gt;its only 4 d nite i dun intend 2 slp 4 eva&lt;br /&gt;but den again mayb dat wuld b betta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-114399691325122907?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/114399691325122907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=114399691325122907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/114399691325122907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/114399691325122907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-bored.html' title='im bored'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-113327804732148146</id><published>2005-11-29T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:47:04.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat riDe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i tink its raining ryte over my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ever since i got out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;tots of u have bin pouring dwn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;drownin out my sobbing sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;light drizzle fallin dwn on my face like ur kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;d 1 dat i had ever so miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i wasnt d wind whu blew me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;it was u whu really made my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;n d flowin water had pushed u so far frm me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;d shower was gettin heavy its gettin hard 2 c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;juz b4 i amlost got swept in d &lt;em&gt;long gang&lt;/em&gt;(drain la...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;u stretched out ur hand n saved me dis "bung"(im not 1 ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;u were like my raincoat in d storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;protecting me n keepin me warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;aftr d waters start 2 subside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"wont u come wif me on a lil boat ride?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;u asked, n i took ur hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;n 2gether in d sunset we went 2 tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;d wrd "bung" in line 12 is a figure of speech it has absilutely no refrence 2 d writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-113327804732148146?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/113327804732148146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=113327804732148146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/113327804732148146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/113327804732148146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/11/boat-ride.html' title='Boat riDe'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-113309680433874713</id><published>2005-11-27T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:06:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wad Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Heart n soul has been rip in 2 Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1 side says NO, d other's chasing after u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not sure where 2 go on dis road so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tinkin which way makes me go siao ting tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im fighting against my stupid self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;or mayb its juz me afraid of bein left on d shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u came crashing dwn lyk a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i guessed i din luk ahead so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wuldnt want 2 lead a double life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gotta end 1 of dem right now wif a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im tryin 2 cut away dose scars so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but im leaving behind more scars 2 keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is dere realli no way outta dere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;muz i keep cuttin away myself until i disappear in2 thin air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i tink i'll fall n lyk wad d heck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'll probly end up comin crawlin back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ahh i tink my life need sum slack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-113309680433874713?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/113309680433874713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=113309680433874713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/113309680433874713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/113309680433874713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/11/wad-now.html' title='Wad Now'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-113108294160510194</id><published>2005-11-04T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:42:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It really hurts frm deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've done wrong n i cant hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;yes i've no right 2 feel pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ryte now i tink u wan me slain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;noting now can enter ur head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;wad i sae dun mean a ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;u hung up n aftr dat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;nvr again did d fone ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i dun expect a call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;juz wanna sae ppl do fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;n i really din mean 2 break ur trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but letting u noe im sorri is a must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;cuz i am wrong n i let u dwn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;juz hope dat u wun put on a frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-113108294160510194?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/113108294160510194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=113108294160510194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/113108294160510194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/113108294160510194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-112662508843148856</id><published>2005-09-13T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:42:46.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodBye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my tears i almost drowned&lt;br /&gt;never a day where i never frowned&lt;br /&gt;culd still rmb when u left&lt;br /&gt;at dat moment i was deaf&lt;br /&gt;or at least 2 myself i lie&lt;br /&gt;4 i juz din wan 2 hear u say "gdbye"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i culd only watch ur back&lt;br /&gt;as u walked away&lt;br /&gt;nothing came out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;even though i had so much 2 say&lt;br /&gt;esp how much i wanted u 2 stay&lt;br /&gt;u had 2 fufill ur duties&lt;br /&gt;dat i understand n i noe&lt;br /&gt;but do i mean dat little 2 u&lt;br /&gt;dat u can juz let me go?&lt;br /&gt;culdnt take it any longer,&lt;br /&gt;juz collasped 2 d floor&lt;br /&gt;n rivers of salty water&lt;br /&gt;out of my eyes dey pour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i awake at night,&lt;br /&gt;n deres no sound ,&lt;br /&gt;no1's dere ,&lt;br /&gt;but i can feel u around ..&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes n i c ur face&lt;br /&gt;n i feel u wrap me in ur embrace&lt;br /&gt;d fragrance of d shapoo in ur hair..&lt;br /&gt;could smell it as if u really were dere&lt;br /&gt;flashes of u, shutterrin thru my head&lt;br /&gt;i started to break dwn, on my bed&lt;br /&gt;keep wonderin if u wuld return safe or if u wuld even return at all&lt;br /&gt;i find myself in d middle of every nite starin at my bedroom wall&lt;br /&gt;nv tot dat tings wuld end up like dis&lt;br /&gt;if only u knew how much of u i miss&lt;br /&gt;guess wad we had was juz meant 2 die&lt;br /&gt;my last wish was juz 2 sae bye....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-112662508843148856?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/112662508843148856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=112662508843148856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/112662508843148856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/112662508843148856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/09/goodbye.html' title='GoodBye'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-111433387708207828</id><published>2005-04-24T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:23:01.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everytime u hide ur pain&lt;br /&gt;Is wen d &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=GUILT" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; in me will stand 2 gain,&lt;br /&gt;Wen i luk into my reflection now,&lt;br /&gt;I c a sinner's face..&lt;br /&gt;I duno how 2 face u so,&lt;br /&gt;i'll bow down 2 ur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=GRACE" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;im duno wad 2 do,&lt;br /&gt;im not sure wad 2 sae...&lt;br /&gt;May b i shld juz turn,&lt;br /&gt;my back n walk away... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im very confused now u c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 let loose or 2 hold u tightly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant always b, ur dark &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ANGEL" target="_blank"&gt;angel&lt;/a&gt; above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watchin over u, n givin u love..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if u asked me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no my feelings 4 u have not died dats not d case,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im juz hesitant 2 reach out wif my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WINGS" target="_blank"&gt;wings&lt;/a&gt; of embrace..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im definitely not dat all mighty n great,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my only regret iz dat i rescued u 2 late,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 much had happened 2 sae dat nthin went on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 much evil within us i wish culd b gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for now i'll shall b quietly going,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hopin in ur heart dat u'll b quietly knowing,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dat wad im askin now is for sum time alone 2 tink,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n dat i'll still always b dere makin sure u wun sink,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 wen eva ur down or face any kind of fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dis very dark dark &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ANGEL" target="_blank"&gt;angel&lt;/a&gt; will always b here...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-111433387708207828?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/111433387708207828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=111433387708207828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/111433387708207828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/111433387708207828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/04/dark-angel.html' title='Dark Angel'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-111409185981383898</id><published>2005-04-21T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:09:27.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last town</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;is dere more reason other than for a healed heart 2 break?&lt;br /&gt;how much more can dis damaged soul take?&lt;br /&gt;an empty town im stranded in&lt;br /&gt;everyone's gone leaving behind nthing but sin&lt;br /&gt;broken windows shattered glass,&lt;br /&gt;i gather round at d old church at mass..&lt;br /&gt;2 witness wad is left around&lt;br /&gt;all d mess i have 2 clean&lt;br /&gt;dey all gone w/o a sound&lt;br /&gt;2 4get all d pain dey seen&lt;br /&gt;may b tmr i'll marry my shadow 2 kill d loneliness dat i feel&lt;br /&gt;but i dat noe i cant stay here if i ever wan my heart 2 heal&lt;br /&gt;i pack my bags n get ready 2 go&lt;br /&gt;leave dis place 4 sure i noe...&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep searchin 4 u no matter how long....&lt;br /&gt;i shall keep lukin till u hear my song&lt;br /&gt;if i culd find u now&lt;br /&gt;sumway sum how&lt;br /&gt;den i'll pray 4 us, 4eva bliss&lt;br /&gt;n dat u'll b, d last 1 i kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-111409185981383898?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/111409185981383898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=111409185981383898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/111409185981383898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/111409185981383898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-town.html' title='last town'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-110827211373893281</id><published>2005-02-13T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:58:54.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2 diff wrlds brot 2getha as 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Was it juz luck? Or wassit fate havin fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Peeled apart n stuck on opposite ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But fate wasnt 2 cruel so let dem back as friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;As helpless dey r as vooddoo dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Poke her she hurts, trip him he falls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spun arnd on fate’s lil finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Its lyk u juz got no control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sumtimes inside when d pain linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Dats when missing sum1 starts 2 take its toll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wad if dey were nv meant 2 be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Den y did fate let dem meet in d start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;N juz aftr dey fell head over toes for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Den y r dey left 2 be separated apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;After chances arise,Relationships broken by lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Being 2getha also brings,Uncontrollable flings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Luv is sumtin dat iz nv 2 late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But still b prepared 4 a twist of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-110827211373893281?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/110827211373893281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=110827211373893281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110827211373893281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110827211373893281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/02/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-110827210213399178</id><published>2005-02-13T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T00:23:20.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost at 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Trip n fall den got a bloody knee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;juz bot 25 cent ice cream wif mum gimme the moneyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Luk up suddenly realise im alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;in hand a melting ice cream cone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;mama suddenly dunno go where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;turn around onli den she no more dere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;d more i panic d more myself i scare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;start 2 run arnd in triangle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;lukin out 4 her pink pokadot hello kitty hand bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;run in tringale dun wrk cannot find her so start 2 run in zig-zag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;den i saw got funny man holdin a lot of balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;den i tot mayb can steal dem all den can float up lyk in cartoon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;den balloon bring me high high can c ever1 frm above den can find mummy soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;oh ya den rmb dat i muz find her quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;was abt 2 turn 2 my ice cream 4 a lick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;but everyting all melt alreadi so i throw away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;wanted 2 ask 4 help but i dunno how 2 say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i kena overcome by all dis fears....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;my eyes start 2 feel up wif all dis tears....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i cannot tahan ani longer so start 2 cry out aloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;if mummie wuld find me i promise 2 b a gd boy 2 myself i vowed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;den i heard sum1 sae "aiyo yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;y d hell is ur hand so..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i turn up n 2 c whu said dat n dere i saw mummiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i ran 2 hug her but she scream "no u so dirtieeee!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;wen saw her dat tyme dam happy xia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;n now u shld noe y i so so guai kia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;cuz mother did found me in d end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;n my bleedin knee she had alreadi mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;gettin lost wen i 3 yrs old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;dats d story i juz told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;n mayb if u were wonderin, im tellin dis 4 ur sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;everyting till dis laz wrd is...er... all fake??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-110827210213399178?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/110827210213399178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=110827210213399178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110827210213399178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110827210213399178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/02/lost-at-3.html' title='Lost at 3'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-110767550995917274</id><published>2005-02-06T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:09:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Black clouds in d sky&lt;br /&gt;still sittin dere wonderin y&lt;br /&gt;a storm is brewin over head&lt;br /&gt;wadeva love left iz now all dead&lt;br /&gt;drops of tears start 2 fall&lt;br /&gt;frm d giant in d clouds whuse really tall&lt;br /&gt;staring out d window at d never-ending rain&lt;br /&gt;peerin at d now empty bed which u had lain...&lt;br /&gt;u came blowin in lyk a tornado leavin me devastated in ur wake...&lt;br /&gt;n u juz flew awaay in d wind sayin its 4 my own sake.....&lt;br /&gt;a lighting bolt struck us in2 two&lt;br /&gt;leaving me w/o a clue&lt;br /&gt;as 2 y my wrld has bcome so bluue&lt;br /&gt;den d sunlight shines n happiness it bring&lt;br /&gt;n den u start 2 hear bird sing&lt;br /&gt;dats wen u gotta let go&lt;br /&gt;of all d hurt u got 2 noe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-110767550995917274?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/110767550995917274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=110767550995917274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110767550995917274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110767550995917274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/02/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-110580915207327546</id><published>2005-01-16T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T01:12:32.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorri</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baby im sorri if dats all i can sae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i really dun mean 2 hurt u in any kinda way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i juz hope dat u can understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as much as i wanna take ur hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n tell u dat i really want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i dun wan dis 2 end up wif all hurt once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ur ques had came juz outta da bluue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n i hope u dun hate me 2 d core....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if luv iz gonna make me lose a frd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den i rather b wif u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but wad if dis were 2 come 2 an end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den wuldnt it b more painful 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if tings were more slow,den may b i wuld go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if only at dat time u didnt want yet 2 noe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;may b i juz stupid n duno wad i juz lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but i hope u wun gimme ur shoulder's frost....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-110580915207327546?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/110580915207327546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=110580915207327546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110580915207327546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110580915207327546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/01/sorri.html' title='Sorri'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-110466587449079356</id><published>2005-01-02T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T20:21:36.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D rain falls dwn a blurry sky,&lt;br /&gt;u come home all spotless n dry...&lt;br /&gt;a car pulled off outside,&lt;br /&gt;i asked u all nite where had u been,&lt;br /&gt;u din ans,&lt;br /&gt;guessed u spent d nite wif him....&lt;br /&gt;u mite tink i dunno,&lt;br /&gt;but i had enuf of u stepping on my toe...&lt;br /&gt;im really gonna leave u now,&lt;br /&gt;and i nv goin 2 come back i vow,&lt;br /&gt;i took my stuff,&lt;br /&gt;closed my eyes tears flowing n ran...&lt;br /&gt;im&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not abt 2 get cheated,&lt;br /&gt;lyk how d fox ate d ginger bread man,&lt;br /&gt;all dis time,&lt;br /&gt;while i was tinkin u were mine,&lt;br /&gt;and u were dere,&lt;br /&gt;playin me lyk a teddy bear...&lt;br /&gt;in him i still dun understand wad u c,&lt;br /&gt;his looks? his cash? or mayb its juz me?&lt;br /&gt;i admit 2 leave u it hurts my heart,&lt;br /&gt;but im tired of bein played by a u-noe-what..&lt;br /&gt;diz time d 3rd party mite have won&lt;br /&gt;but i noe its betta 4 me 2 b gone...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-110466587449079356?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/110466587449079356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=110466587449079356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110466587449079356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110466587449079356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2005/01/3rd-party.html' title='3rd party'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-110441855144278476</id><published>2004-12-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T21:56:46.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dere's 2 much trouble,&lt;br /&gt;so much unrest....&lt;br /&gt;its a tough road ahead ,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll do me best... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we've gone down a long road,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n had many regrets..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did many wrong tings,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;placed many wrong bets...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but dere's no turning back now,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its rebellion all d way...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n we'll fight till our dying day....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fight 4 wad we want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 wad truly mean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coz dere's 2 much hurt we've seen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once u let go,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it mite nv come back...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wad u really need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a part of u dat lack....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grab it 4 it's ur life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wad u've been living so long for....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if u dun nab it now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mite nv come knockin on ur door...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wen ur feelin dwn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go smack urself arnd...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no use feelin sad....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gotta move on no matta how bad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but du give urself sum tyme...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 piece 2getha wads left behind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n head down d road again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuz u noe it's not yet d end...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-110441855144278476?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/110441855144278476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=110441855144278476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110441855144278476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110441855144278476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/12/troubles.html' title='Troubles'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-110226158191504498</id><published>2004-12-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T21:13:18.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdae Wish(wif extracts of err..eminem's juz loose it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dunno y im feelin dis,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i juz do...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bet ur probably laughin ur shit out,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noein i still cant get over u...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2morrow's my supposedly big day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;celebratin 14 yrs of life.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 yrs of loneliness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46 days wif u as my wife....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d time we had 2gether,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loved every single bit...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but ryte now all i can hear, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iz eminem tellin me 2 just lose it....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every1 else iz tellin me d same ting so...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but whenever i do manage 2 let go,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u juz keep comin back in2 my head,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d hugs, d kisses, d lies u said...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my life iz stuck here it can no longer advance,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh shit eminem's comin 2 make me dance,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every1 give it up 4 d birthdae boys,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n papa even got u a brand new bag of toys,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blow d candles sing a birtdae song,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u only get 2 wish 1 tyme so cannot wish wrong,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i close my eyes n tink of wad 2 wish....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish big bully wun gimme a ka-bish,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait my eyes swollen until luk lyk goldfish...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no no i wish no boy wuld come touch my body,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no i mean grl of coz can touch my body...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait i tink i'll choose dis juz 1 wish...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish dat u will still rmb my bdae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunno wish so many time le still will wrk not,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but heck la....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope u after u left me u haven 4got,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dat i still luv u la....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as a friend, a bitch, a lover, my sun, my sea.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u dun hafta come touch my bodiee....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u juz maybbe could wish me a happie birthday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;den may b i culd 4get u n tell d world i turned gay(as in happy, seriously, eh dun luk at me liddat)... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-110226158191504498?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/110226158191504498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=110226158191504498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110226158191504498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110226158191504498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/12/birthdae-wishwif-extracts-of.html' title='Birthdae Wish(wif extracts of err..eminem&apos;s juz loose it)'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-110044336962747342</id><published>2004-11-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:42:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a Friend(dedicated 2 Li long..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tear shimmerin dwn in my eye,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wif d tots of havin 2 sae gdbye....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ppl mite tink ur nuts 2 go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ppl mite hate u u noe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but no matter wad dey all wuld say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll alwaes cherish diz friendship we share...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;any hour, second, minute or day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if u need me i'll still be dere...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even d bestest of frds wuld have a parting way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n i dunno how much of diz sadeness i can bear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but f*ck it man lets juz treasure wad we can find,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;treasure d tyme we have still now and not wads left behind..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz wanna sae thx 4 supportin me all along..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thx 4 helpin diz emo kid grow strong...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope u'll get wad u r searchin 4,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll still b waitin ryte beside ur door...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waitin 4 u 2 jio me out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 go 2 town 2 walk pointlessly about...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna tell u how much im gonna miss ya man,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u've been a gr8 friend and an even greater helpin hand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so wif all my love 2 u dis i send,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frenz 2dae frenz ryte 2 d end...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-110044336962747342?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/110044336962747342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=110044336962747342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110044336962747342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110044336962747342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-frienddedicated-2-li-long.html' title='To a Friend(dedicated 2 Li long..)'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-110006297260143967</id><published>2004-11-10T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T21:10:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamour Mama??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh ya Glamour MaMa sae, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;told me yesterdae, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cannot pose 2 much... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save money buy ~Von dutch" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pants dun wear 2 low, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alamak cannot liddat wait running de time veh sloow, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;den canoe oso veri hard 2 row.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask me nail dun paint black wait ppl tink i gay fagg.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so wad if i lyk my hair long &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so wat if she own billaBong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tink rich den can order me arnd izzit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cant even wok on her 2 dam feet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go place oso got sedan chair &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lyk she gettin married everytime she go sumwhere &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiya she onli whole day wear bling bling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hao lian her diamond ring... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scold me wen i sing... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being defiant me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen 2 her?lets c... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask her wait long long &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first let me sing finish my song... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-110006297260143967?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/110006297260143967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=110006297260143967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110006297260143967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/110006297260143967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/11/glamour-mama.html' title='Glamour Mama??'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109738630423630304</id><published>2004-10-10T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T13:33:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promise..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Promise dat u'll never leave me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;promise dat u'll always be dere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Promise dat u'll never hurt me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and dat u'll show me care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;If the world wuld end tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;den i wuld hug u and nv let go 2dae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;If we culd live 4eva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;den i wuld kiss u n shout..umn..yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;of coz dat wuld nv happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;at least not in our lifetime so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i promise i wuld treasure u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;n no i wun let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but all i ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;is to be able 2 feel ur touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and just ur true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;is dat 2 much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109738630423630304?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109738630423630304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109738630423630304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109738630423630304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109738630423630304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/10/promise.html' title='The Promise..'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109628829449420312</id><published>2004-09-27T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T20:31:34.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moles?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She was a funkalicious babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He was a loser-downgrade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dey had sumtin in common though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a spot? a dot? no a mole...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;U find it on madonna's cheek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;n no it wun make u luk lyk a freak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if Phua Chu Kang was king,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;den moles wuld b d in-thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;d result of a genetic string...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Stacie Orrico has one 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;n yes its black not blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;moles r not defections,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dey aid personal reflectection..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ppl r made 2 b beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so wen u sit dwn on a stool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;n luk in2 a mirror so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;b grateful if ya c a mole..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109628829449420312?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109628829449420312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109628829449420312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109628829449420312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109628829449420312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/09/moles.html' title='Moles?'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109466689893539923</id><published>2004-09-09T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T12:58:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Breakup part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our start wasnt 2 perfect,&lt;br /&gt;We got 2getha pretty early as u can c&lt;br /&gt;but 1 ting i culdnt du was reject,&lt;br /&gt;so i juz let it b....&lt;br /&gt;It turned out preettie gd, n everyting seemed fine,&lt;br /&gt;seriously i hav 2 sae, u really blew my mind...&lt;br /&gt;u were everyting i wanted, n sum1 i tot i had&lt;br /&gt;but along wif d happiness came, sumtin in diz wrld called sad...&lt;br /&gt;wen u told me d bad news...&lt;br /&gt;d lite in my life exploded lyk a fuse....&lt;br /&gt;i culdnt c at all....&lt;br /&gt;n u wun ans my call...&lt;br /&gt;i cried dey n nite,&lt;br /&gt;hopin sum1 wuld c my plight....&lt;br /&gt;my hero came in d form of a frd....&lt;br /&gt;but no i wasnt ready 4 all diz 2 end....&lt;br /&gt;u said u wanted me 2 b whu i really am..&lt;br /&gt;but ur wrds were lyk eatin a sandwich w/o d ham....&lt;br /&gt;dey were so plain, so empty...&lt;br /&gt;i found a torchlite n saw sumtin whic 4 veri long, i culdnt c...&lt;br /&gt;i realize u wernt veri true urself...&lt;br /&gt;i oso realize cryin so much aint gd 4 my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Health" target="_blank"&gt;health&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i culdnt cry animore anywae,&lt;br /&gt;n im tired of tryin 2 ask u 2 stay...&lt;br /&gt;u dun seem anymore, 2 give a heck,&lt;br /&gt;lets juz sae ur lurve fell slack...&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno how long more i can wait....&lt;br /&gt;lets juz hope dat it wun b 2 late...&lt;br /&gt;so sumdae wen diz nitemares all end...&lt;br /&gt;i hope at least den i'd still b ur frd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109466689893539923?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109466689893539923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109466689893539923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109466689893539923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109466689893539923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/09/da-breakup-part-ii.html' title='Da Breakup part II'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109466334693341483</id><published>2004-09-09T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T02:11:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ting Called Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen grl meets guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emotions swirl high...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d feeling, dat u cant find ur feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all of a sudden, ur heart skips a beat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen she closes in n pecks at ur lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or wen she runs dwn ur face wif her fingertips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how he catches u wen u trip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or how his eyes nv leave u wen u take a sip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iz diz how u prove dat love is more den a 4 letter wrd....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dat wen u r in a ting called "luv" u culd fly lyk a bird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den y du sum ppl sae dat lurve iz dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dat itz juz sumtin ppl made up in deir head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;izzit wen he saes dat he dun wan u anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or wen she saes dat diz relationship iz goin nowhere but in2 d floor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grr...luv is such a complicating ting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i tink i rather go n sing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lovin sum1 mite mean sum1 whu u can confide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sum1 whu gives u shelter wen u needa hide....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aiya..wad iz luv? U decide....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109466334693341483?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109466334693341483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109466334693341483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109466334693341483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109466334693341483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/09/ting-called-love.html' title='A Ting Called Love'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109189470403128532</id><published>2004-08-07T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T00:05:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D runaway(elopement??)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Close ur eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;A kiss on d forehead....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;ur bedtyme storiee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;has already been said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;hope u will feel safe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Noein i'd b here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;so hope u can hav a gd rez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;n may ur mind be clear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Of anyting dat may make u feel insecure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wen ur havin a nitemare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'll smutha u in my arms....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Keep u safe all nite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Frm all dese not-so-real harms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'll close ur mouth wif my lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;if u start yellin in ur slp....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;swear i wun bite ur tongue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;dats a promise i'll keep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cant wait for tmr 2 arrive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;but d nite juz seem so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;In d mornin we shall run 4eva, as far as we can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Regardless of wad we're doin iz right or wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hop on d earliest boat leavin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;sail away wif d wind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;exactly 18 hrs frm now we'll b watchin d sun hit d horizon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;N on ur shoulder i'll lean....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;seein u smile in ur slp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;watchin ur stunningly beautiful face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;hopin dat in ur dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i'd be in dere sum place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;hopin dat wen u giggle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;u'd b tinkin of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;dun worri my pretty grl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;tmr, tmr we shall b 4eva free....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109189470403128532?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109189470403128532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109189470403128532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109189470403128532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109189470403128532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/08/d-runawayelopement.html' title='D runaway(elopement??)'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109131435188424978</id><published>2004-08-01T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:45:08.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing u</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Im missin u,&lt;br /&gt;missing so bad,&lt;br /&gt;i'll always b here so plz dun b sad...&lt;br /&gt;A white rose,&lt;br /&gt;growing on d beach...&lt;br /&gt;the luv of only 1 person it preach.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;paranoia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;grows all around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hate 2 hear diz sickening sound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;of stupid voices in my head, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;tellin me im betta off dead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mayb in it dere iz sum truth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;im useless n broken lyk a leaking roof...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sh*t holy...im becoming all phoney....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;u can let go 4eva or pick me up n hold me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n hell ya i dun feel 2 gd....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n sorrie guys  in a bad mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;luks up 2 d sky a purple moon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hopin i'll get 2 c u soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;wish dat u r here wif  I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;at least ur free of my stupid sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;haix...lonely nite again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;wif nthin here 2 ease my pain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ease d pain of a cut in diz heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n havin my blood 2 make disfigured art.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;red was stained across the wall....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n d same it was all down d hall.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i dun even noe wad i did wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so y d hell i hav 2 miss u 4 so long....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109131435188424978?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109131435188424978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109131435188424978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109131435188424978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109131435188424978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/07/missing-u.html' title='Missing u'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109131197192379350</id><published>2004-08-01T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:19:50.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dis is whu i am, not wat ppl wan me 2 b....&lt;br /&gt;dis is the way i live, and i dun care if u lyk me...&lt;br /&gt;Moz ppl juz live deir life day aftr day not noeing wat 4....&lt;br /&gt;All dey want iz 2 enjoy more....&lt;br /&gt;Wat dey dunno iz dat dey du not live in reality,&lt;br /&gt;Dey live in a wurl of greed n irresponsibility...&lt;br /&gt;life can appear 2 ppl 2 many in a simple way&lt;br /&gt;Luv makes d wurl go round sum sae...&lt;br /&gt;4 her wateva she wanted she got,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by material she grew up 2 rot...&lt;br /&gt;He never waz really wat i would call "him",&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of his so-called frds waz wat he seem...&lt;br /&gt;U were everyting dat i could eva tink&lt;br /&gt;we were made 4 each oda and im not gonna let us sink...&lt;br /&gt;I can b ur punki boy toy...&lt;br /&gt;or a War Hero lyk d 1 in troy...&lt;br /&gt;U gave my life meaning,&lt;br /&gt;4eva on me u can be leaning...&lt;br /&gt;I neva hav been normal n i neva will be again,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be ur shelter in d torrentous rain....&lt;br /&gt;i'll be d darkness when dere iz light...&lt;br /&gt;i'll be ur's only in d lonely nite....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109131197192379350?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109131197192379350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109131197192379350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109131197192379350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109131197192379350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/07/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109126161634407366</id><published>2004-07-31T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T02:38:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 sides</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;drink a glass of sorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eat ur humble bread.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all d tings we shld hav done n all d tings we said... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Was diz supposed 2 help? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Help 2 suppress d pain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cuz all it did was help me 2, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;drive myself insane... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all ur burnin desires.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;every materialistic greed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;expect me 2 supply 2, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ur each n every need... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now i left, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u i nv intended 2 serve.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;U had comitted theft, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;theft of my luv.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A kiss on d nose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pinch at d cheeks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;in d freezer dere it lay my fav chocolate chips.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wen i luk at u , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;starin back at me.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ur eyes were lyk a portrait 4 only me 2 c.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wen i felt ur lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pressin against mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it was lyk wasabe ice cream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hot yet so cool all at d same tyme... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to feel ur arms arnd my waist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it sure adds 2 diz amusing taste... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if u wan i can even pinky swear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if u need me i'll b dere....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109126161634407366?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109126161634407366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109126161634407366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109126161634407366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109126161634407366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/07/2-sides.html' title='2 sides'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109126106424058950</id><published>2004-07-31T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T16:04:24.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Da Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Storms over now, d sky iz clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; everyting's gone now xcept dis last teer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; u came n took away all my fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; juz woke up frm my sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; realized without u my bed's juz 1 big rubbiszh heap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;beef sure aint cows favourite food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; juz lyk we stayin 2gettha ain gonna do uz no good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dey sae u gotta move on in life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im tryin not 2 stab myself wif a knife... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;may b a sccisorz would be betta 4 me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i alwayz end up livin d same story... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dey also said life ain't alwayz fair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i never realli care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Butt now it seemz i do, after what i've been thru? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sumtimes i juz wanna fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; juz wanna be free lyk a seagull soarin over d open sea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How come i alwayz seem 2 be stuck, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;den lyk go "wat da f*ck?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Somehow it feelz gd bein tied dwn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Not able to tink freely or even move arnd... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but stayin committed ain't an E.Z. ting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;May b itz juz a fling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;May b it aint worth it givin dat diamond ring... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hey kiddo over dere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;didn't ur mama teach u it aint nice 2 stare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i noe itz abt my hair.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im juzz a freak, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;in diz lonely wurld &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hopin 2 meet my freaki gurl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;in the shadows at least i can find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;an incy winci piece o' mind.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i dun noe how long i can can stay diz way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hidin me self frm ppl all day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've been hated 2 d core..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;by diz stupid b*tchy wh*res.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;can't stand it anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; can't wait till my discrimination become a past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dunno how long will diz last... ok diz is gettin crappily long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but hey, dun get me wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;itz not dat i dun wanna wryte on no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;itz juz dat it will turn ur interest into bore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so dun blame me if ya ur ears get sore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109126106424058950?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109126106424058950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109126106424058950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109126106424058950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109126106424058950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/07/after-da-storm.html' title='After Da Storm'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109126021004205775</id><published>2004-07-31T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T15:50:10.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Break Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shine the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;shower the rain... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wat izzit dat made me feel so pain... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Izzit whu?Could it be true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i dun lyk d feeling of losing you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;u didn't hav 2 go, it waz up 2 u, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So y d hell did u choose to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now im here, all alone, cryin my blood down to the bone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dere's no shoulder, left 4 me 2 lean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;im not blamin u 4 bein so mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; We are gone, we r thru.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dere's no such thing as "us" or "me n u"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i noe deep dwn u don't want dis too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't bother tellin me ur reasons y, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it don't matter no more so all i can sae iz bye... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;u sae dere's notin i can do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;makes me hope the love u HAD 4 me waz true... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ever heard Eamon's don't want u back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when u do listen don't go "wat da heck"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ya of coz i can still b ur frd, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but iz diz realli d way u want diz 2 end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thx N.E wayz 4 wat u've done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'd never in my life had so much fun.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N whoever's reading dis don't take it to heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wazn't tokin bout' u right frm da start... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109126021004205775?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109126021004205775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109126021004205775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109126021004205775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109126021004205775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/07/da-break-up.html' title='Da Break Up'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808925.post-109125961187710189</id><published>2004-07-31T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T15:55:42.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;If u caN PLzz amuse me, im bored... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u hate me, beat me 2 da ground... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;If u luV me, muz tell me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u kill me, plz leave me head intact(WIF da HAir on my head, Never i sae neva touch d hair) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u kiss me, no tongue k? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u do a pinky swear wif me, dun break me finga off... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u stab me in da back, dun freak out if ya c my blood iz black(or sum other colour other den wat itz supposed 2 be...izzit purple?oh rite red) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u r cryin ur head off, my shoulder's alwayz dere 2 catch ur head... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u need advice, u'd betta tink twice coz wat i sae izznt alwayz right...it could be left.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u pizz me off, wait 1 dae n i'll b ok.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u wanna jump off a building, call me n i'll pei u 2 jump(muz b at least 10 stories high otherwise im goin home n ur goin wif me!!!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u tink im crazy, guess wat ur rite n u probably r crazii too if u read untill here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u have trouble understandin d crap i rite ask me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If i got notin left 2 rite, dun blame me coz i realli got notin lefta write!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808925-109125961187710189?l=cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/feeds/109125961187710189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808925&amp;postID=109125961187710189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109125961187710189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808925/posts/default/109125961187710189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuttecumberzii.blogspot.com/2004/07/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
