<?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-7900338</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:14:46.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while i'm still here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900338.post-109587209542758003</id><published>2004-09-07T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:59:55.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red no more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OMG.. OMG.. finally.. yess!! yess!!! yess!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i passed my red tag! on to wear my yellow tag next lesson!! was so glad when my DI finally siganalled me to come over to the cornering side. wow.. had such fun doing the cornering &amp; banking. din know i could do it with such ease. it was cool, and i was feeling, hey.. this ain't that bad ey... feel like a stuntwoman.. heheheheh.. like real~ *yak dish* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway.. it was such a relief! for like the 1st time since my first lesson, i was super duper early. a fren accompanied me. so nice.. heheheh.. anw, said that it mite change my luck, and i was like *rolling my eyes* and going riteee~ but then. hmm. i did it!! Alhamdulillah!!! and i am so glad that finally did it. i tink its like after.. what. my 10th time!!!! OMG. LOL. *faints* now then i realised. shit man. if only i had more confidence and planned out my practicals better. anw. maybe it was just a coincidence that the slots that i can attend to are all not available!!! man. it has been so unbelievably frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yak Dish&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;here, hid. here. yuhoo.. LOL. see i've started to go to dreamland again. feeling so tired, i feel like i could just drop my head rite here, rite now.. * yawns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;brb.&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/7900338-109587209542758003?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109587209542758003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109587209542758003' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109587209542758003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109587209542758003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/09/red-no-more.html' title='red no more!'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900338.post-109552336011803192</id><published>2004-09-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T00:02:40.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at long last</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;060904&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;finally, i met him!!! *smiles* it such a feeling that i dunno how to express.. miraculously, being the perpectual latecomer that i am.. sumhow i arrived almost before 3pm sharp, as arranged. took me quite a while vefore i msg him i'm there. din expect for him to agree to meet me. i guess after all those little freak accidents, he must be feeling so low and helpess that he just duwan to see anyone. i can understand the mentall and emotional turmoil going thru his head.. which is partly the reason why i am not mad at him. altho initially, i was. frustrated too. we had a good talk.. altho at first i couldn't talk much.. i dunno.. before meeting him its as if there's so much i need to tell, but facing him just now, hmmm.. suddenly all goes blank. but alot were made clear..( that part i'm really glad) and altho i din managed to brave myself to tell him the ultimate truth and reason i came, at least i know that i'm still there.. *sigh* when can i break the news to him.. i dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but hearing that particular matter coming from him deeply pleased me tremendously. i felt so happy &amp; relieved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed what we had before.. i missed everything. yet, do i have the heart to tell him.. am i brave enuff to tell him what is inside me which is being suppressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must tell him. i need to tell him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soon. time is running short.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh and by the way, i purposely avoided and did not mention to him the updates on my practs.. heheheh.. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900338-109552336011803192?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109552336011803192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109552336011803192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109552336011803192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109552336011803192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/09/at-long-last_06.html' title='at long last'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109552224093275157</id><published>2004-09-05T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T23:48:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i opened the gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;050904&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i dunno what made me do it, but i msg G to get my batik painting equipments back.. we met and sumhow the conversation led to me, I &amp; F. i told him abt I, that he's getting married and all.. G said that being the same age as I, he's surprised that I is behaving that way towards me. fancy being childish and vengeful after all that's been finished. G asked if i'm totally over I and i got frustrated cos of all the people that i know, he's the last person whom should doubt me. i guessed cos I has always been a topic in our converstaions. but i can't help it! its not like i'm not over it .. but why did he disturbed my peace? why does he has to be so scheming and so revengeful towards me? why must he spread lies create a 2-face image of himself towards me and our frens? well, i guess that will never be answered.. G said the reasons are plainly that I is still being sore over what's happened, and that he's just being egoistic. he cant accept the facts.. hmm.. *shudders* painful &amp;amp; traumatising 4 yrs of my life.. thats what's that's been.. and the people that mean alot to me do not believe me. so i've stopped trying to convince them what is the TRUTH. not many knows what happened during the past year and early this year tho. it would be too incredible for them.. hmph. well~ sometimes.. sometimes, ya... *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it does not matter anymore tho.. i've got other important issues to attend to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;G told me several things that spur me to do something about whats important to me. and yes, esp abt F. LOL.. and to think it was such a small world when G &amp; F are hmm.. heheheheh.. lucky thing they could get along with each other.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;anw... *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i got my ART stuff back!!! yessss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7900338-109552224093275157?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109552224093275157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109552224093275157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109552224093275157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109552224093275157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-opened-gate.html' title='i opened the gate'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109408112807883243</id><published>2004-09-02T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T07:25:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeks!!</title><content type='html'>work was boring as usual, and i'm faced with a dilemma. should i go or should i stay? my bosses got in 2 more staff.. and i was supposed to lead them.. and now my work are divided between the two of them. then what am i doing? at first it was a NIGHTMARE teaching them. i guess cos i have to handle 2 at the same time.. its different when there's only ONE. we all made mistakes. I made loads of mistakes when i first started. EVERYDAY. am i supposed to be apologetic about that? yeah, maybe.. a little.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considered the fact that i got a severe headaches due to being seated directly beside the main laser printer.. and rite beside the door.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.. will continue later. got to get ready for work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900338-109408112807883243?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109408112807883243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109408112807883243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109408112807883243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109408112807883243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/09/eeeks.html' title='eeeks!!'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109408033538224264</id><published>2004-09-02T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T07:12:15.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>train of thoughts.. merely wisps of the quandom yet acquaint</title><content type='html'>"hearts could only love for a while,&lt;br /&gt; feet could only walk some mile,&lt;br /&gt; clothes wont forever walk in style,&lt;br /&gt; But my lips forever to you be a smile..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not a day passes w/o u on my mind,&lt;br /&gt; yet layered reasons covered reasons.&lt;br /&gt; if luv is but a while,&lt;br /&gt; y is my heart stil beating strong.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anon -&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/7900338-109408033538224264?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109408033538224264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109408033538224264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109408033538224264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109408033538224264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/09/train-of-thoughts-merely-wisps-of.html' title='train of thoughts.. merely wisps of the quandom yet acquaint'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109379297055260783</id><published>2004-08-29T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T23:22:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've stopped caring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;why do i care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;why should i care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;everybody hurts... somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;seeing u up on the wedding dias.. hmmm ... what happened? what did we do wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;was it me? was it you? i guess its just fate.  hmm.. the choices we had to make then.. it makes me realised alot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so now stuck in the sticky mudpie we've created for ourselves, goodbye.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the mindgames played where we took turns being the Game Master.. it was nerve-wrecking. and yet, they still linger. how could u do it?? so yes, i've got to stop caring. so please dun blame me if after reading this, and u trying to talk to me yet i ignore u. sorry, but i've got to stop caring.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a million cracks leads to a zillion pieces. generosity leads to greed. i'm sorry, but what was it again? uhuh.. oh.. u were just being a jerk. yeah.. i forgot abt that. so thanx for reminding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so yes, i've got to stop caring.  u are not going to be the last chapter of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;".. I wish it was the other way around.. Set free~..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/7900338-109379297055260783?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109379297055260783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109379297055260783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109379297055260783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109379297055260783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-stopped-caring.html' title='i&apos;ve stopped caring'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109266395224166207</id><published>2004-08-14T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T21:47:37.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dedication for U.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Finally seeing u was the best thing that could have ever happen to me this week. in fact i've been waiting for so long, just to see your face.. to look into yr eyes.. even if it may be the last time.. i'm glad we did spend a whole day together. you by my side made me feel whole and warm again. yet why was time the shortest that we could have. if only u knew. if only... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;while i'm still here, i hope that time wont run out vivace. so fast that we are carried along with it as the debris amidst the twister, i can only hope our memories wont be buried forever, nor flung to a million pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm glad to know that we both are in each other's hearts.. time may not be on our side, but we know. Faith and Love will encompass it all. for you are my soul, my companion.. if only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;if only u knew... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;if only i've known sooner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;if only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so whilst we are still here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i hope we can still see each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;indulge in our senses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;reach out and feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;whats deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;our hopes &amp;amp; dreams together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;will be achieved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for only He knoweth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what even time cant tell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/7900338-109266395224166207?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109266395224166207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109266395224166207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109266395224166207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109266395224166207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/dedication.html' title='dedication'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109241746472673474</id><published>2004-08-14T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T01:18:32.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing Compares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Compares to You~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lurrvvee that song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a sad song.. but it can be associated in many different ways tho.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the mood of reminicising alot these days.. hmm until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YAK DISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ok .. ok.. so back to REALITY, beb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ahahahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kappwiinngg~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;so i decided to have some Tom Yam instan. as i imagine the aroma blocking my smelling senses.. hmmm... ahhhhhhhhh~ nice! so lets say wat.. i'm gonna pour some boiling water into that BOWWLLLL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;oooohlalalaaaa~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7900338-109241746472673474?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109241746472673474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109241746472673474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109241746472673474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109241746472673474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/nothing-compares.html' title=''/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109241230151142079</id><published>2004-08-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:55:29.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that is the whole point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so ever preventing myself from adding more stuff to this blog. i see others' so complicated and all.. i feel that to keep it as simple.. and perhaps, dull.. lol.. would just do me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes vainity comes after that sense of satisfaction with yourself after achieveing something. and that is what i do not want.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7900338-109241230151142079?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109241230151142079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109241230151142079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109241230151142079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109241230151142079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/simplicity.html' title='simplicity'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109241074348569925</id><published>2004-08-13T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:31:02.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply just..</title><content type='html'>someone told me my blog is not dat nice.. LOL.. its ok.. the whole idea was just to try it out.. and well.. here i am. as it is getting quite evident, my blog is not as updated as it 'should' be. anway, what i really wanted was to havce my own webbie. but considering my limited I.T productivity and creativity at the moment, i belive it can still be done.. but not yet soon.. krekrekreke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. its simply just.. that i had achieved part of what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how wld u know if someone is to play ard with u.. with yr mind, with yr heart, feelings.. etc.. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how wld u know if someone is being &lt;strong&gt;sincere&lt;/strong&gt; to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, one can never know. u can know a person for years, and still end up being betrayed. u can know a person for a very short time, and somehow, u find yrself trusting him/her even more than yrself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a facist mentality towards anyone after just seeing or talking to him/her for a first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do agree, to a certain extent, the first impression does count. but i believe that subsequent encounters with that same individual sort of helps to 'analyse' that individual. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it simply as just trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it something that can be so simple, yet complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there such thing as trust still existing amidst all the betrayals that happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could trust still co-exist and still linger amidst the confusion, tears, angst and frustrations???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perhaps, yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that there are different dimensions of trust that one could have towards someone. yet even this, does not come easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Everything I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Oh well I meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And inside my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kappwinngg~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so its purple now. hahhah.. and its bold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i see. so much that i immerse. still i see. and this time i feel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o bliss. its just out there. u got to find it. in yourself u'll find the whole truth. if u let it.&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/7900338-109241074348569925?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109241074348569925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109241074348569925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109241074348569925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109241074348569925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/simply-just.html' title='simply just..'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109233678163063743</id><published>2004-08-13T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T02:55:18.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look what you've done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And there's nothing there for you to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Give me back my point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Cause I just can't think for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can hardly hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What should I do, well you choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And there's nothing there for you to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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done'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109233628083970404</id><published>2004-08-13T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:10:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i didn't know letting go was that hard. it kinda almost wrench your whole heart out, freeze it and then smashing it to pieces. yet it can be the easiest thing u can do for yourself. i guess only one can know oneself. it is a gradual process, and when its gone, the sudden realisation will hit you eventually.. and then u'll go, &lt;strong&gt;hey... i did it.&lt;/strong&gt; then&lt;strong&gt; hey.. i did it??? &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;then .. heyy.. i did it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;congrats, mere human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i wonder, why is it so easy for some to let go so easily. forgive and forget. hm. to forgive takes alot. to forget, is even more. if there should ever be an award for the worse of man, i think it would be.. in fact i couldn't even think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is hatred? could u really hate someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that pure and ultimate disgust is worse for what you can feel towards someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats what i told M.Y&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;and M.Y&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;agreed. i mean, could you really hate a person? right down to the core? the most is that u can just hate the attitude or character. but not the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes, i feel so ever disgusted. the feeling is so overwhelming that i can almost smell it. why o why... i guess shit happens to everyone. its just a matter of where, when, how, what, who... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah.. yes, forgot to mention, today was the first time i met M.Y. Talking to M.Y and listening from M.Y's perspectives is really an eye-opener. it was ok.. relaxing, abit tense.. and there were quite of alot of emotional moments right from the very start. i didn't realised the amount of energy that was input to that meeting until after i got home. i felt tremendously relieved as i made my way back home, and wierd thing was.. i got hit with a fever. My body was so tired and burnt out that i just couldn't get up. i planned to take a nap in time for my 6.55 practical lesson.. but i didn't wake up all the way till 2a.m. My head felt so hot and heavy and my eyes could hardly open. still, i forced my stoned self to turn on my pc and booked for another practical ;P and surprise surprise.. i even managed to update a bit on my bloggie.. hahahh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway... lucky i did.. managed to get this Sun 8.35 slot.. wahhhh~ erm. more like.. Mannn.. can i even get up at that hr on a blardy Sunday??? *what was i thinking???*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kappwiinng~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i decided to watch some cable. since i'm kinda awake alredy.. my tummy keeps calling out for sustanence, so i watched BBC news whilst fulfilling its wishes.. ate my meds.. *finally* and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;poof~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm back to Pulau Bantal... heheheheh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"but i am released&lt;br /&gt;oh but i am free&lt;br /&gt;yes it is free&lt;br /&gt;gone with the whisperings of the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soft as the gentle breeze&lt;br /&gt;as the truth encapsulates me&lt;br /&gt;i began to see&lt;br /&gt;the other side of me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/7900338-109233628083970404?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109233628083970404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109233628083970404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109233628083970404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109233628083970404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109206972362536334</id><published>2004-08-10T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:45:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude. </title><content type='html'>this is gona be my thanking post.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my deepest thanks to phyr.. for helping me loads on this little project of mine.. hehe.. can't believe it man.. lol.. hahahahaaa.. me so heppi!!! :c)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you phyr!!  10082004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900338-109206972362536334?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109206972362536334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109206972362536334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109206972362536334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109206972362536334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/gratitude.html' title='gratitude. '/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109206564194246897</id><published>2004-08-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:38:25.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sesuatu yang indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mungkinkah itu aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;apakah itu aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;aku rela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lalu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;aku redha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pasrah. apakah itu mungkin aku jua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;simpati. siapa aku jika menginginkannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bak si anak sering bertangisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;merayu berlinangan si air mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sang bayu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hmph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haruskah ia ada disisiku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;siapakah engkau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yang sering mengiang berada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bayangan biarlah kabur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hilang terus dari dilihat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ingatan tak harus dibebani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;apakah kesal aku ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sang puitis sering dikejari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;apakah itu realiti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kerdipan bintang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;adakah itu aku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;atau adakah semuanya begitu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bertumpangan sebalik si bulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cahaya dan kilauan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cuma pinjaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;itulah nasib si unta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mahupun jua si tuannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;semuanya sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mengharap kasih dan belaian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hai. kasihan si jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lazim hidup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dicengkam beban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;aniaya fitnah kebebasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kita semua sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;semuanya .. sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tetapi aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tetap aku.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tidak akan runtuh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dengan kepalsuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;biarlah pasrah mahupun kalah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tapi ku tahu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AKU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;adalah aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900338-109206564194246897?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109206564194246897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109206564194246897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109206564194246897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109206564194246897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/aku.html' title='aku'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109206386731453682</id><published>2004-08-09T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:11:05.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erm.</title><content type='html'>singapore turns 39 today.. and wow.. the NDP was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;superb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this year. damn, i didn't bother to get the tickets. and all of them got NOKIA phones!!!! ggrr.. my birthday is erm.. coming soon.. in a few months time.. and i'll turn &lt;strong&gt;OLDER&lt;/strong&gt;. aarr.. noo.... no..... noooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like biting metal. hahaha .. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si gula gigit besi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kapwinnnggg~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to get pizza. canadian's 241 was erm.. ok.. but is it my taste buds are changing or just my appetite. i seem to begin disliking the taste of lots of food that i loved before.. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilli was like erm.. a must have with my food.. but now.. my tummy seems to be sending me wierd signals.. telling me that i need to cut down on it.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.. i havent been taking my meds for nearly 4 days. sheet. and my head is killing me. i dun like taking it cos it makes me all sooo drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr lawrence is going to scold me.. heheh he is such a nice chap. and to think that i bumped into my 'sister' back in sec schl.. lol.. riot man.. so kiut.. dishing out the meds at the pharmacy counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best fren told me i've shrunk.. she said i'm becoming thinner. am i? hmm.. but everyday i look into the mirror and still i see that round moonface of mine. and i feel no difference. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll watch a movie soon. hehe.. hmm.. should i watch.. hmm.. heheh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*cackles in glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/7900338-109206386731453682?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109206386731453682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109206386731453682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109206386731453682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109206386731453682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/erm.html' title='erm.'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109203844224694508</id><published>2004-08-09T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:06:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolution</title><content type='html'>Sitting in front of my pc today i suddenly decided to 'try' create my own blog. Hah! it was ok. And after &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; fiddling and twiddling the functions about, here it is.. ;) still, i've been working on my futile attempts to upload a picture, God knows how i've tried. Yeah.. right. heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i've been thinking, why should resolutions be thought up for the New Year? Why not simply &lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt;, every single minute of your life, that one should be having resolutions, and damn it, yes try to keep to it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe thats its all just &lt;strong&gt;psychological&lt;/strong&gt;. some self-booster that people got deluded into. so that they just feel better about themselves. its like a some sense of self-assurance that you still have something to live on to, to look forward to. its like hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if resolutions are so effective, would there even be problems in the first place? in fact, we give ourselves empty promises and unrealistic goals to live up to. life is too short and simple. keep it that way. agonizing yourself to be expected and being expected, *sigh*.. oh but c'mon!!! some expectations are simply too unrealistic and u're only pressurizing yourself by telling yourself year after year, "..ok i'll try to stick to my prev resolutions, and that is my new resolution. and yes, my other new resolutions are blah.. blah.. blah.. blah... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, simply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*slapsmyown forehead*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, how many people out there died with unfinished businesses and resolutions unfulfilled? it all keeps piling up, and u cant even bring them to the grave.. unless its some spiritual promise to God, well good luck to ya answering to Him then.  &lt;strong&gt;Period.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i being cynical? nah. just trying to see some sense in the world full of senseless common sence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900338-109203844224694508?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109203844224694508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109203844224694508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109203844224694508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109203844224694508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/resolution.html' title='resolution'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</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-7900338.post-109202239463769443</id><published>2004-08-09T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T11:48:38.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first</title><content type='html'>when i look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i see a bright empty space&lt;br /&gt;a place so serene&lt;br /&gt;as white and pure&lt;br /&gt;as the untouched canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soft thoughts&lt;br /&gt;amidst the surreality&lt;br /&gt;i saw your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sweet indulgence&lt;br /&gt;is this heaven&lt;br /&gt;am i really seeing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swirling in the deepest deep&lt;br /&gt;my anchoring heart&lt;br /&gt;i reached out and seek&lt;br /&gt;my plea,&lt;br /&gt;within me&lt;br /&gt;the screaming silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have been in vain&lt;br /&gt;questions no longer&lt;br /&gt;have a place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the refuge i once found safe&lt;br /&gt;gives solitude to uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;to the thorns of the ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you&lt;br /&gt;i feel you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will YOU even know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900338-109202239463769443?l=gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/feeds/109202239463769443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900338&amp;postID=109202239463769443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109202239463769443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900338/posts/default/109202239463769443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gulaparoxysm.blogspot.com/2004/08/first.html' title='the first'/><author><name>gula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04379717856423039581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
