<?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-14996456</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:50:30.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pantat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14996456.post-113238066489887527</id><published>2005-11-19T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:13:07.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yule shoot your eye out</title><content type='html'>hey all!!! im finally blogging again... i only got &lt;strong&gt;one more O'level paper&lt;/strong&gt; left!!! im gonna be officially out of school in 3 days!!! whahahahaha... no more wearing that stupid uniform which looks like a funeral service uniform! anyway today is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;4th Ave gig at youth park&lt;/span&gt; so if u see this entry today and it is before 7, get ur arse down to youth park and check them out!!! yeah my drums are finally up again and so are my new cymbals although i need to get a stand for my chinese and an extension for my splash... life has been kinda boring with lotsa work and stuff. yeah i really hope that i can get into a course i want:) my sis streaked her hair red and it looks kinda shitty... now she cannot blame me for callin her an ah lian... hahahaha anyway gotta go and get ready for the gig:) later days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yule shoot your eye out-fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont come home for christmas&lt;br /&gt;your the last thing i wanna see&lt;br /&gt;underneath the tree&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas&lt;br /&gt;i could care less&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-113238066489887527?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/113238066489887527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=113238066489887527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/113238066489887527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/113238066489887527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/11/yule-shoot-your-eye-out.html' title='yule shoot your eye out'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-113095412364556682</id><published>2005-11-03T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:56:40.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 days</title><content type='html'>hey all... sorry i have not been updating my blog since my party... 19 more days till im officialy out of school and done with my exams:). have been studyin my butt off lately. hope it counts. really scared that my exams are comin. like 4 more friggin days till it starts. i gotta get leonie to go through chem with me. anyways my life is basically about studyin now but it wont be for long as the O's are almost here. i got a new ipod nano, laptop, cymbals and adidas black jacket. yeah. my dad bought me a laptop at the wrong time coz its sort of a distraction. anyway i planned out what to do after O's .... i am gonna go mad and get so wasted every night man!!! who is with me:) dont worry... the most is we just forget the night and sleep on the roadside whahahahaha... alright ppl thats all for the moment.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall out boy-chicago is so two years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a light on in chicago&lt;br /&gt;and i know i should be home&lt;br /&gt;all the colours of the streetlights&lt;br /&gt;remind me of the pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;right in front of your neighbours house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-113095412364556682?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/113095412364556682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=113095412364556682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/113095412364556682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/113095412364556682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/11/19-days.html' title='19 days'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112835065141509392</id><published>2005-10-01T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T07:44:11.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WASTED</title><content type='html'>THANK YAAL FOR SUCHA GREAT NIGHT THAT I FORGOT ABOUT... i was piss drunk but i had a friggin awesome time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112835065141509392?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112835065141509392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112835065141509392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112835065141509392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112835065141509392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/10/wasted.html' title='WASTED'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112705582397246115</id><published>2005-09-18T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:05:26.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>martini kiss</title><content type='html'>haha havent been posting blogs in a hell of a long time. I got my Ibanez RG321MH from my mom as a birthday present. 10 more friggin days till i turn legal(18). life has been like all school work and literally no play exept the half an hour i spend playin guitar and my snare. hate not bein able to touch my drums man. friggin almost 4 months already. everyone keeps askin me who is her and for the last time ITS FOR ME TO KNOW AND YAAL TO FIND OUT. i cant wait for my party man, its gonna be drinkin and drinkin and all the above. i 'm gonna limit myself to pukin like 5 times until i call it a day:). gotta get some sleep now. i promise ill update more often man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112705582397246115?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112705582397246115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112705582397246115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112705582397246115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112705582397246115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/09/martini-kiss.html' title='martini kiss'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112627572845008545</id><published>2005-09-09T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T07:22:08.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll lock myself alone in a room Drink until the clock strikes noon With just a pen, a pill, and some paper And maybe I will write a sad song Or another cliche poem Of the person that I long to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-senses fail-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112627572845008545?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112627572845008545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112627572845008545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112627572845008545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112627572845008545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/09/ill-lock-myself-alone-in-room-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112608505207415123</id><published>2005-09-07T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:28:48.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the irony of dying on your birthday</title><content type='html'>its wednesday, another boring day as usual. woke up super late. supposed to meet nic and mardi. 21 days to my birthday man. gonna be 18 at last. no more hassle of wondering where to buy fags and buy liquor. no more worryin that i cant get into clubs thinkin if they would let me in. but still have to fuckin worry about my O'levels. im dead la. the stress is getting to me. i cant take the damn pressure. i wanna go to poly. i want to get my liscence. i want a FUTURE. i dunno where i would be without my comfortable lifestyle. buying anything i want whenever i want it. donn still got my mp3 man haiyo. i wonder if im gettin it back anytime soon. went to nics place yesterday. she was cryin over what happened to her at the club. if i fing those fuckin mats ill kill em. bloody bastards will definately be added to my hatelist. i wanna go club but i have to wait ill my birthday coz i have got no excuse to go now. i really cant wait for my party man. all the vodka and tequila. i also cant wait for feast day. gonna wear the hugo boss suit. cant wait man. i feel the urge to study but it just seems so hard to just sit for a solid 3 hours down to just study. i look at claire i scared by the way she studies. and what am i doing about it ??? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING my god im so dead. i never update my blog regularly now coz im bz with alot of shit. cant stop thinkin about HER. i did't think ill fall so deep in this one. its fucked up. i have been listenin to aklotta senses fail recently. its a kickass band. i wanna form a band and play their songs. damn shiok la. i cant wait to get the LTD m series. ill probably buy it and borrow someones amp. dad is leaving for business again. it has been a while since he has gone overseas. i have a sudden urge to go to church. i dont know why. i need to finish my damn fucked up art. i got no damn inspiration. i need to get down to fuckin studying la. its really easier said than done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112608505207415123?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14996456.post-112564995891916646</id><published>2005-09-02T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T01:32:40.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rum is for drinkin not burnin</title><content type='html'>COCOLATTE ROCKS... i got friggin drunk on wednesday. i went to ANYWHERE with my dad and eugene and i friggin got drunk. left ANYWHERE at 11 plus and headed to cocolatte with eugene. met ben, gary,spencer,kim,james,dez,chubbs,marcus and keshia there. i was dancing like crazy then the bass started workin on my stomach and i friggin puked. after i puked i knocked my head on the table and it started bleeding.hahahaha. after clubbing there was a bunch of ah beng fucks who tried to find problem, one of them punched james and chubby was not happy. the police came and it was over. the ah beng and james talked to the police and the police waited untill all of us got into the cab. i came back and fell asleep hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112564995891916646?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112564995891916646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112564995891916646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112564995891916646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112564995891916646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/09/rum-is-for-drinkin-not-burnin.html' title='rum is for drinkin not burnin'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112512068515044419</id><published>2005-08-27T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:31:56.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ace of spades</title><content type='html'>its been 7 days since my last post. have been damn busy with school and shit. went to green yesterday with eugene to meet my baobei and claire. took my math mock test on tuesday. damn complicated man. i wasnt in the right state of mind to take it anyway. was damn tired and restless and i got damn cranky when i couldnt do the damn sum. it was so easy but the numbers just refused to add. prelims gonna start next week and im not really prepared. im damn scred man. only got about 60 odd days till my O'levels and i got a feeling im not gonna do well. i need motivation to study la. i wish i could just put myself down for 2 hours of solid studying. i need to prioritize. anyway gonna try to get some info in my head today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112512068515044419?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112512068515044419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112512068515044419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112512068515044419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112512068515044419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/ace-of-spades.html' title='ace of spades'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112453240603028934</id><published>2005-08-20T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T03:07:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your Birthdate: September 28&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your birth on the 28th day of the month (1 energy) adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your Life Path.&lt;br /&gt;The number 1 energy suggest more executive ability and leadership qualities than you path may have indicated.&lt;br /&gt;A birthday on the 28th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike much of the other 1 energy, this birthday is one that endow with the ability to start a job and continue on until it is finished.&lt;br /&gt;You may prefer to use the broad brush, but you can handle details as well.&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed.&lt;br /&gt;You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112453240603028934?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14996456.post-112445570857489515</id><published>2005-08-19T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T05:48:28.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forget my name</title><content type='html'>this week sucks. i had to friggin cut my hair but i can live with it. the part that sucks is my dad asked me to quit choir because my damn teacher called and said i was not performing as well as i was in the start of the year. I JUST FRIGGIN STARTED STUDYING. what performing?? she must be crazy la. anyway i compromised and gave up friday practice so now i only go to church on sundays. damnit. i enjoy friday practices more. more games n stuff. now i cant go play pool on fridays no more coz i normally play pool at monster before choir. i damn scared for my O'leves sia. its like aproaching in 64 days!!! i have to cram 5 years of work in like 2 n a half months. i guess i just have to try. i need to score well if i wanna go to NYP for business. i have gien up on SP unless i get a car and liscence by the time i go to school. liscence easy its the damn car thats shit expensive. i want the BMW 645ci. i want it so friggin bad. its a damn beauty. anyway went to school today and stayed back to wait for eugene. i attempted to help him in his dnt but it failed. i got forced to cut my hair yesterday its like so friggin short now. at least it looks neater now. gonna get dinner now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112445570857489515?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112445570857489515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112445570857489515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112445570857489515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112445570857489515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/forget-my-name_19.html' title='forget my name'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112386558648075995</id><published>2005-08-12T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:06:27.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAOBEI</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BAOBEI, HAPPY BRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE I LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112386558648075995?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112386558648075995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112386558648075995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112386558648075995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112386558648075995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-baobei.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAOBEI'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112376697438714733</id><published>2005-08-11T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T06:29:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bend your arms to look like wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;today was quite fun. did not stay back for self study. came back straight from school and relaxed a while. met jean today. had so much fun!!! went to kovan to eat and relax. then the both of us went window shoppin and took some pictures. her camera damn style sia...I ALSO WANT!!! she cured my state of boredom hahaha. messaged me when i was at hm to go out and relax hahaha!!! she bought these chocolates which tasted like heaven and i couldnt eat much coz of my damn cough!!!! argh! THANKS JEAN i really had fun. listenin to copeland now. the damn song is damn nice. AHHH stace got a new motoRAZR im so jelous!!! god damnit i gotta finnish my art real soon if not im gonna fuckin fail. i saw this ferrari 360 modena they were selling at autobahn. its friggin cheap like below $200000. i want a car damnit. somebody please be so kind as to buy me a ferrari please!!! i need a damn chickmobile!!! whahahaha. anyway i need to fuckin study way more now. i have so much to catch up on humanities and chemistry.NICOLE LIM i need u to teach me chem and i dunno where the hell im gonna find a humanities teacher. so sian. gonna do some work now ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112376697438714733?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112376697438714733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>My obsession with fire</title><content type='html'>yesterdays fireworks was damn nice, they had like fireworks in the shape of stars, it was friggin good. anyway got caught with my fags yesterday by my mom. i went down to get twisties and when i came up my mom asked me if i went to smoke. i didnt but i still had a pack of luckies in my pocket. she checked me and i was like FUUUUCK. anyway she didnt take it or scold me. she just told me not to smoke anymore.hahaha like thats gonna happen. nicole is angry with me, why the hell didnt i go to Gotham penthouse. apparently it was damn happening until the amplifiers blew and all of them(green ppl) went down to cocolatte. scott almost beat the shit out of a guy. i wished i went SORRY NICOLE. dad just came back from indonesia yesterday. he is forever travellin la. wah i damn scared i cant go on friday to green. nicole will murder me if i dont go. its her birthday. im still contemplating on what to buy for her. i cant buy her jewelry if not scott will think funny things which i totally understand. maybe i should get my ass to mango and check out what to buy. i am having a fuckin bad cough now. i just feel like stickin down a couple a knives down my throat to cure the damn itch. its so friggin itchy. i wanna just rip my whole damn throat out. anyway its friggin boring at home, apparently my dad took leave today but like dunno where the fuck he is. i wanna go out la. i need to go to town now!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112364657747170716?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112364657747170716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112364657747170716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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straight faced lie I believed It was a straight faced lie You would ever leave me But for now I'll keep believing your words And soon enough my strength will return I'll take care of you oh Have faith that when you call my name I'll be there I'll be right there So keep breathing oh Keep that sweet heart of yours beating I'll be right there I'll be right there Let me draw the blinds for you You can watch the sunset from The bed in your hospital room Until you're sleeping I'm sure I don't understand how I found a love so pureI'll take care of you oh Have faith that when you call my name I'll be there I'll be right there So keep breathing oh Keep that sweet heart of yours beating I'll be right there I'll be right there Don't lift a finger Let me show you The only way to let this go Don't lift a finger Let me hold you Hold you here until the pain it has all gone I'll take care of you oh Have faith that when you call my name I'll be there I'll be right there So keep breathing oh Keep that sweet heart of yours beating I'll be right there I'll be right there I'll take care of you oh Have faith that when you call my name I'll be thereI'll be right there So keep breathing oh Keep that sweet heart of yours beating I'll be right there I'll be right there I'll be right there I'll be right there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112356691294476003?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112356691294476003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112356691294476003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112356691294476003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112356691294476003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/copeland-take-care.html' title='copeland-take care'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112356085663211015</id><published>2005-08-09T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:14:16.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>i just had over 19 hours of sleep, it was damn good. knocked out around 4.30 pm yesterday and woke up like 11 plus today. i did not friggin sleep on sunday night i dont know why. i was up all night watching television but i just didnt feel tired. went to school yesterday and got held back for about an hour because of all the immature fuckheads in my school. bloody bastards clapped after mass was over. bloody bastards had no respect at all. anyway after school eugene, evan, gabriel, ashraff and i went to play pool at monstercue. we waited for like 45 mins for a damn table. friggin placed was damn packed. we played pool and let ashraff win all the way so he would not go home. it was damn funny. after monster i came home and knocked out till now whahahaha. im bloody hungry. gonna get sth to eat now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112356085663211015?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112356085663211015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112356085663211015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112356085663211015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112356085663211015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless nights'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112332422933663833</id><published>2005-08-06T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T03:30:29.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven years</title><content type='html'>Taking on seven years thy holy ghost had left alone Test my arms, kick like crazy I've been trying way too long only push the way off to fight you I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sure Getting off my chest the story ends I would find a way without you Tell him his eyes see too clear I would find a way without you Tell him his eyes see too clear That mistake was gold I know that without you is something that I could never do That was why staple the eyes and seven dates for me to sell machines and tear on seven years you assured me that I'd be fine if I complied only push the way off to fight youI'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sure Getting off my chest the story ends I would find a way without you Tell him his eyes see too clear I would find a way without you Tell him his eyes see too clear That mistake was gold I know that without you is something that I could never do  That was why staple the eyes andseven dates for me to sell machines and tear on Sorry I'm Sorry I'm to blame (Don't treat me I'm to blame) Don't treat me like I ever accused you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112332422933663833?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112332422933663833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112332422933663833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112332422933663833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112332422933663833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/seven-years.html' title='Seven years'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112332397032623924</id><published>2005-08-06T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T03:26:10.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burried a lie</title><content type='html'>it bloody [B][O][R][I][N][G] now and i got no friggin fags. im bumming around in my room goin in and out. walking up and down my staircase eating nutella. i am so craving for a damn ciggerate now. i have been at home the whole day and its really getting on my nerves(I NEED TO GO OUT). im addicted to Bite to break skin- senses fail. watched CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY yesterday. how do i describe it DELICIOUS. there was a whole damn WATERFALL of CHOOCOLATE. it was bloody cool. after the movie we celebrated Dez birthday at the park opposite plaza singapura i think it was called istana park. Dez cried sia when she saw the candles on the floor arranged in the letters DEZ. bel and eunice organised it. they are good la went to hide all when they saw us coming then when everyone was at the park bel and niz came out with the cake all lighted up. the cake was damn good la there was like so much fudge and everything and after watching charlie and the chocolate factory it made the cake much nicer whahaha. anyway we stayed there till like 10.45 then we all took a train back. dez, oli and a few others went clubbing and some of them were headed toward green. me eugene and bel went home bel went to eugenes house to take the dog. i went home before my dad(thank god) if not he would have slaughtered me. anyway my dad and sis are headed for town and i wanna go also. i wanna get out of my house. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112332397032623924?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112332397032623924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112332397032623924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112332397032623924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112332397032623924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/burried-lie.html' title='Burried a lie'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112322658504454314</id><published>2005-08-04T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:23:48.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my obsession</title><content type='html'>today was a damn tiring day at school. went for self study for 2 hours in the art room to finnish my art. went for a smoke with mirza and almost got fuckin caught!!! when we came back miss tan saw us and we went into the dnt room and started running whahahah i thought her nose like one dog and i said to myself were dead la. but she din say anything she probably din notice. she was more concerned with why we were not in the art room. goin for tapestry soon the school band performance. gonna leave soon. before that gonna follow eugene to his casting and shit. hope i dun find gay fuckers there whahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112322658504454314?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112322658504454314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112322658504454314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112322658504454314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112322658504454314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-obsession_04.html' title='my obsession'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112307400915531142</id><published>2005-08-03T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T06:00:09.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadbolt</title><content type='html'>when deadbolts awake you from deja vu dreams,at four in the morning you know where I'll be.out running red lights asleep at the wheel.the sirens feed my nightmares,I just close my eyes and I'm already here;its already too late.I know its nothing but lies,but they sound so sincere;I find them too hard to hate.and she calls from the doorway "stolen water is sweet,so let's drink it in the darkness if you know what I mean"and she calls from the doorway "stolen water is sweet,so let's drink it in the darkness if you know what I mean"and I'm almost surethat I've been here before,that this is not the first time I've stood in front of this door,with an overwhelming feeling that I shouldn't go in,but it seems this is a battle that I never could win.and you!my true love!you call from the hilltop.you call through the streets,"Darling don't you know,the water is poison."and I say!"Come on and give me my poison."what have I done?is it too late to save me from this place?from the depths of the grave?we all are those ..who thought we were brave.what have I done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112307400915531142?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112307400915531142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112307400915531142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112307400915531142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112307400915531142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/deadbolt.html' title='Deadbolt'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112297937360519199</id><published>2005-08-02T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T03:42:53.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted days</title><content type='html'>OMG!! im so dead, i havent finnished my damn art and the deadline to submit all prep work is like this FRIDAY!!! at eugenes hse now waiting for him to bathe so we can go to green. I better get it done soon someone help ME!!! quite a boring day at school... i finally got my macbeth shoes but im kinda dissapointed with the soles. my dad called me up yesterday night and asked me if i wanted to buy em'. i was so damn happy!!! hahahaha goin to green now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112297937360519199?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112297937360519199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112297937360519199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112297937360519199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112297937360519199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/wasted-days.html' title='Wasted days'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112288818435140863</id><published>2005-08-01T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T02:36:58.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape artist never die-Funeral For A Frieend</title><content type='html'>The red poison of your lips The red poison of your eyes Is where I kissed the blood from Just that corner of your mouth where I can see the White of your smileUp to my neck When I'm breathing without you Without you Up to my eyes And I'm seeing without you Without you We'll start a fire And burn some bridges And make it out of here tonight We need some leverage We can't seem to open up The locks are far too tight And the chains are far too strong Far too strong Up to my eyes When I'm seeing without you, without you Up to my heart When I'm bleeding without you, without you We'll start a fire And burn some bridges And make it out of here tonight Please someone help meI'm dying here in front of you Please someone help meI'm dying here in front of you With a hundred thousand lights Timing as everything will With a hundred thousand lights Timing, timing is everything to me Please someone help meI 'm dying here in front of you Please someone help me I'm dying here in front of you It's everything, it's everything Timing is everything, it's everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112288818435140863?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112288818435140863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112288818435140863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112288818435140863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112288818435140863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/escape-artist-never-die-funeral-for.html' title='Escape artist never die-Funeral For A Frieend'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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-14996456.post-112288322400646877</id><published>2005-08-01T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T01:00:24.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From first to last</title><content type='html'>Thanks stace for this kickass blog!!! really appreciate it :)&lt;br /&gt;well this is the first blog i ever posted.&lt;br /&gt;today i went to school but reported sick just before the first period.&lt;br /&gt;i could not hear anything from my left ear and it hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;i came home and went to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;waited for like an hour coz there was like so many people at the docs and doc came late&lt;br /&gt;when it was finally my turn the consultation took like 4 min.&lt;br /&gt;the docs said i had a ear infection where there was like water stuck behind my eardrum&lt;br /&gt;that really sucked coz i couldnt hear shit and everytime i hear sth loud my left ear hurts.&lt;br /&gt;i came back and eugene came over.&lt;br /&gt;he had dihorea in church but the fella like always have to shit.haha&lt;br /&gt;we went for lunch like 2 hrs after he came and he went back home.&lt;br /&gt;when i got back home stacey was finnishin my blog and it really kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;it was exactly what i wanted, she is damn good with the html thingy.&lt;br /&gt;anyway THANKS again stace:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14996456-112288322400646877?l=pantat-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/feeds/112288322400646877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14996456&amp;postID=112288322400646877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112288322400646877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14996456/posts/default/112288322400646877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pantat-.blogspot.com/2005/08/from-first-to-last.html' title='From first to last'/><author><name>pantat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05588269672518424833</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>
