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I love Lomo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-8438708749272524283</id><published>2009-09-02T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:49:55.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;will be blogging at&lt;/span&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SjYa2joymYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/P9c-JmGJ4fk/s400/1222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347491132130630018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-6189034925390931191?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/6189034925390931191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=6189034925390931191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6189034925390931191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6189034925390931191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/06/choose-life.html' title='Choose life'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SjYa2joymYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/P9c-JmGJ4fk/s72-c/1222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-7147533635891126241</id><published>2009-05-26T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:19:44.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Circles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;This chapter is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's not coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her heart in her throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She falls to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She shuns every memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every letter and call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to get through each second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is slowly shutting off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is her sweet revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who will she blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is her freedom now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can she reclaim it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wipes the sweat from her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As she moans in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tiny and helpless life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comes as if to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is your sweetest gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take this moment it is safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its true pure and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In return for all of your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eyes wide and heart warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sees him in her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you watch the way the world gives back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In circles you will trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Familiar much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5GTmMap1wTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5GTmMap1wTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; white-space: normal; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;song of the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-7147533635891126241?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/7147533635891126241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=7147533635891126241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/7147533635891126241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/7147533635891126241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/05/circles.html' title='Circles'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-5614434389477197513</id><published>2009-05-21T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:21:07.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Cuz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;With &lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; noise, my &lt;small&gt;heart&lt;/small&gt; beats &lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;faster&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it &lt;small&gt;fear&lt;/small&gt; or horrific &lt;b&gt;imagination&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it &lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;big&gt;want&lt;/big&gt; to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;big&gt;believe&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To believe that things can be &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I &lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz, when &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; seems to look &lt;b&gt;bright&lt;/b&gt; again, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;slaps&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; you in the face to remind you that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;isn't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;A lil something done by a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, it's Lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My past, and things happen in these few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe I'm actually 21,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe I've change my lifestyle for months now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe my dad and mom is actually, getting older and older, day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe someone who was used to be so close to me, had become a stranger to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories flying back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize, I used to choose to delete things that I doesn't want to remember of. But these memories wasn't delete of as what I thought, it just hiding somewhere in a safe box inside my brain, where it wont appear automatically if I did not open the safe box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize, time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-5614434389477197513?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/5614434389477197513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=5614434389477197513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/5614434389477197513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/5614434389477197513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-cuz.html' title='Just Cuz'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-6691927237475349596</id><published>2009-05-18T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:48:47.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Choosing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" class="f" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: collapse; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="f" style="border-collapse: collapse; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="text"  style="line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); white-space: normal;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;When you're down and you try and reach for the sky &lt;br /&gt;And you sit down and wonder why oh why &lt;br /&gt;Do you sit back and let those bad feelings hurt from within&lt;br /&gt;Or do you do something about it, so you feel comfortable in your own skin&lt;br /&gt;What you decide to do, is entirely your choice &lt;br /&gt;You can sit back in silence, or you can let others hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;You can't go through life, being scared and afraid &lt;br /&gt;There are all types of decisions that have to be made&lt;br /&gt;If you make the first move, you're halfway there&lt;br /&gt;The world is for living, you just have to choose to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text"  style="line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); white-space: normal;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text"  style="line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); white-space: normal;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Song of the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text"  style="line-height: 1.4em; white-space: normal;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britney Spears - Unusual You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text"  style="line-height: 1.4em; white-space: normal;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;   line-height: normal; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqhsIESV_jc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqhsIESV_jc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text" style="line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); white-space: normal; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-6691927237475349596?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/6691927237475349596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=6691927237475349596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6691927237475349596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6691927237475349596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/05/choosing.html' title='Choosing'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-2523265552266087670</id><published>2009-05-11T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:25:11.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Time for a change don't you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;As usual, alot have been on my mind lately. Think i have to come to terms that i can't stop thinking bout little things in detail. I do have the tendency to reminisce a bit too much and blow everything out of proportion. Things that are bad i could always find a significant good in them. But it does comes with a price when the opposite hits where i could also find everything which are ugly bout a certain blessing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;Paranoia fills me everytime when something which i believe is great happens. I'm one who never had what it takes to deserve such good things in life. Whenever i'm that close, things would always have a way of their own to wreck the entire situation. No, never once have i tasted greatness. Is there such a thing even? I doubt it so much especially when i know i can be easily satisfied. Yet i'm never with my own achievements. Ironic isn't it? Am i contradicting everything? Or what i truly believed in has been all a long a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know its difficult to accommodate my kind of personality and it does take great patience to sit down and try to understand me fully. From the surface, alot may realize that i have an easy going character within, that it doesn't take much to read me. Yes i am like that from the outside and it is part of me. But what about inside? I'm not proud to say that i'm a little on the disturbed side. Freaks the hell out of me even to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If i can't stand to see that in myself how can someone from the outside accept such characteristics? I know for one i'm not alone here. That there are some out there who has the same troubling personality. How can i ever share that out in the open and be free?... I really need someone to comprehend and understand what i'm going through inside every single day. Call me weak, but i just can't seem to do this on my own. It's been there every since i've learn to think for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It would certainly be an eye opener and relief if someone would take their time and just listen carefully on what i may not be willing to share. A battle with myself that's for sure. Ok i admit, i'm lost... I've been lost ever since the day i gave him up. But then again, i'm not willing to forsake everything that currently makes up JP of  just to fill that emptiness. No... not just yet. The music is always playing which means he who is the prince of this world is still dancing.... and i've been taken for that smooth ride... and enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Song of the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha Bedinglfield - pocket full of sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-5223583848024132800</id><published>2009-05-07T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:19:56.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Best i ever had</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;went out today, had sushi king with someone special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Unagi is da bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;came home and decided to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0449487/"&gt;passenger.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anne hathaway&lt;/span&gt; movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;3&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;check out that movie, its nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;anyway. towards the end of the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;*spoiler alert*, anne was on a plane and it was about to crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;everyone panicked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;there was this girl, she sat there clamly, tears started to form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;she then put on her ear piece and listen to her favorite song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;she just sat there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;my hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;all that got me thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;if i were in her suituation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;will i be able to react like her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and listen to that one song before i die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;what song could it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i turn on my itunes and look at my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i found this one song, the song that i used to like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;regardless of whether i was in/out of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vertical Horizon - Best I Ever Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i guess that song will be the song that i'll listen to a minute before i die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Iris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;if i get another minute.lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;anyway, heres the video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Vertical Horizon - Best I Ever Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNYiXGs9aUI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNYiXGs9aUI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-size:12px;"&gt;So you sailed away&lt;br /&gt;Into a grey sky morning&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Love can be so boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's quite the same now&lt;br /&gt;I just say your name now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you stole my world&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just a phony&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the girl&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me down and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send it in a letter&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it may take some time to&lt;br /&gt;Patch me up inside&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take it so i&lt;br /&gt;Run away and hide&lt;br /&gt;And I may find in time that&lt;br /&gt;You were always right&lt;br /&gt;You're always right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sailed away&lt;br /&gt;Into a grey sky morning&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Love can be so boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you back&lt;br /&gt;You're just the best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;The best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;The best I ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-5223583848024132800?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/5223583848024132800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=5223583848024132800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/5223583848024132800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/5223583848024132800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-i-ever-had.html' title='Best i ever had'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-3912561783717711466</id><published>2009-05-03T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:20:09.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Time for an update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Stole this from gavin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lil update in my life, some was done a few days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Put an 'X' in the brackets for the ones you HAVE done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Smoked A Cigar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Drank Alcohol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Are/Been In Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Dumped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Shoplifted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Skipped School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Slept With A Co-worker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Seen Someone/Something Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Had/Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been To Paris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Been To Spain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been On A Plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Snowboarding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Made A Snow Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Had A Tea Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Flown A Kite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Gone mudding (offroading)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Played Dress Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Gone Sledging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work/School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 34&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Felt An Earthquake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Killed A Snake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been cheated on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 39&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Won A Contest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Suspended From School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Had Detention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been In A Car/Motorcycle Accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Had/Have Braces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night( i am fat yet i havnt try that yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Danced in the moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 44&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Hated The Way You Look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Witnessed A Crime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Pole Danced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 47&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Swam In The Ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 52&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons/Colored Pencils/Markers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins ( back in school. good times. best of all, those coins wasnt mine. LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 57&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Made Prank Phone Calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Kissed In The Rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 62&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set/sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 65&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Crashed A Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Had A Wish Come True&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Been Humped By A Monkey (WTF)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 67&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Worn Pearls (guessing it means real pearls?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Swam With Dolphins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 69&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Kissed A Fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Sat On A Roof Top &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 72&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 76&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree ( only rambutans)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Had/Been In A Tree House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 79&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Believed In Ghosts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Gone Streaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Visited someone in Jail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 80&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Played Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Broken A Bone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 85&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later ( never in my life i've fished)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Caught A Butterfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Cried So Hard You Laughed (my laugh for this one is usually quite insane)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 88&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Tried to hurt yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Had A Cavity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Black Mailed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Licked A Cat (what?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Bitten Someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Licked Someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FAR: 103&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level 32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint ( i really wanna experience this )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( ) Had sex in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Flattened someones tires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(x) Got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total: 106&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-3912561783717711466?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/3912561783717711466/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-6932298007870652738</id><published>2009-05-02T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:20:16.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One month ago was my BIG 21,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing much has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still pursuing my dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finger crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stumble upon a rock band that I used to like back in the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They produce great song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;making me wanna take back guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, in case yall didnt  know. Im a music freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can play the piano, guitar and I even took violin once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can play a little drum and bass too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey Mr.DJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAD UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scars by Papa Roach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cOhPKhk-JU8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cOhPKhk-JU8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And my scars remind me that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm pissed cause you came around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why don't you just go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cause you channel all your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You're making me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All I can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And our scars remind us that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I tried to help you once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Against my own advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I saw you going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But you never realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That you're drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I offered you my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Compassions in my nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tonight is our last stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You shouldn't ever come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why don't you just go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cause you're drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I tried to grab your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I left my heart open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Go fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-6932298007870652738?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/6932298007870652738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=6932298007870652738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6932298007870652738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6932298007870652738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/05/scars.html' title='Scars'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-1590716555246245050</id><published>2009-04-25T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:20:29.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>For someone special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Tms Rmn';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Tms Rmn';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one that has been opened for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;Don't go for looks ; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;Don't count the years -- count the memories........... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-1590716555246245050?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/1590716555246245050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=1590716555246245050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1590716555246245050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1590716555246245050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-someone-special.html' title='For someone special'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-1572344117810877869</id><published>2009-04-22T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:20:42.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Can't think of a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:12px;"&gt;Like OMFG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;I'm about to do something I've never done in my life or ever thought I would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come to think of it, its something most people WILL NEVER do in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure what is making me go through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I a person of my word ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it my adventurous streak ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I become more open to possibilities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it just a bit of fun ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I have a death wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up this morning with a million OMFG's resounding through my head and I had to bury myself under the doona so I wouldn't hyperventilate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm honestly really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its so wacky and loony and unconventional and I love that I've got the balls to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not gonna tell you people what's going on though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not so far gone as to have forgotten how close-minded and how judgemental some people can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'd make an assumption and shake your head at me and I'd feel shit about not being able to live a life like you, and be just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not conventional but why do I have to keep bowing to the ones bequeathed to me by virtue of birth, blood and society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They tell me you only live once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-1572344117810877869?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/1572344117810877869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=1572344117810877869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1572344117810877869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1572344117810877869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-think-of-title.html' title='Can&apos;t think of a title'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-2163182974388522348</id><published>2009-04-19T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:20:56.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Some Where Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find it so strange how things are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels as if she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in a way, she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It isn't easy to find the strength to say goodbye, to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet I have to accept its over for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know in my heart it can never and will never be again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hear an sms or a call and know it will never be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To not think about her or what she's doing anymore because it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To not care or worry about her well-being because its none of your concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To never do all the things you used to do with her because she isn't in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To not be able to ask her how her day was because you don't need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To not rant about your shit or look to her for comfort because she doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To not love her anymore because there is no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To not be able to give a damn because you simply have no right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relationships that don't work out seem stupid now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is never a guarantee that it will for a myriad of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet we fall into them, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ignoring the prospect of future pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoping that just because it looks like it and feels like it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it might actually be 'it' this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm naive that way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never stop believing in possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels weird having to tuck her into my memory-box and seal it shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that's really the only way I can cope right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only way to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;That way she will always stay beautiful to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unmarred by the ugliness of what happened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untainted by the hurt, confusion and pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untouched by the stranger she has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know she's out there, living and breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and laughing and smiling and enjoying her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that person just isn't her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It simply can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl I will always love lives only in my past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my watercolour memories,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the only place she will ever exist for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because that is the only place she loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that is all I ever want to remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-2163182974388522348?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/2163182974388522348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=2163182974388522348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/2163182974388522348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/2163182974388522348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-where-out-there.html' title='Some Where Out There'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-679120711683374146</id><published>2009-04-18T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:21:06.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Currently I'm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Currently I'm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. feeling a lot more lost than I ever was&lt;br /&gt;. feeling bad for screwing up &lt;br /&gt;. feeling paranoid over some things which I should never had indulged in&lt;br /&gt;. feeling jealous about things which others could get and that I couldnt&lt;br /&gt;. feeling a little more appreciative towards my parents&lt;br /&gt;. feeling broke as I have to save bout 10k to visit my dreamland by end of this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. missing&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; alot&lt;br /&gt;. making amendments to ethics which I should have from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;. quite lazy to layan cept for those who I hold dear within&lt;br /&gt;. thankful to a certain someone for being there&lt;br /&gt;. confuse over petty unnecessary issues which I know it's a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;. not really as hyped up for beer as I was before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. ranting and bitching alot these days&lt;br /&gt;. getting mood swings easily&lt;br /&gt;. surprisingly loving my life though I'm feeling really lost&lt;br /&gt;. in a state where I crave for more and more attention&lt;br /&gt;. noticing and learning more about myself &lt;br /&gt;. missing KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. thankful and I love you heaps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-679120711683374146?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/679120711683374146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=679120711683374146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/679120711683374146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/679120711683374146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/04/currently-im.html' title='Currently I&apos;m....'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' 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Not saying that i'm more mature than most, but I really can't indulge in convos regarding petty matters anymore. It annoys the fuck out of me I swear. But it's never a matter to be pointing fingers at anyone but it just comes naturally I guess. With the age or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember I myself was behaving as such once upon a time and when I started reminiscing within, it's a wonder I havent tried killing myself yet. Then it hit me that this a phase everyone has to go through and you just have to be patient and hopeful that they'll grow out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Without these people I'm nothing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;. The K who I would play next to anytime and has taken my shit for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;. The ball who is unfortunately not as round as me, nevertheless supportive and a true brother and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;. The hobbit who is blunt but cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;. The nerd who has always been loving, loyal and supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;. The little bass who's younger but gifted and special in many ways more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;. The pei kah in Melbourne who's shared many experiences with me. Good and bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;. The ganja who has taught me unconsciously of how to stand firm in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;. The shaboo who loves me but forever scolding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;. The clown who emoed 2 days back has proven to be entertaining and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Total of 9 people, only a handful which is satisfying enough. QUALITY people I must admit. Not that the others in my life doesn't matter, they do, but they have never gone through as much with me as these 9. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*bows profanely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Keep my head high and the possibilities would then be endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-8242665521472531911?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/8242665521472531911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=8242665521472531911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/8242665521472531911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/8242665521472531911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-blessed.html' title='I&apos;m blessed'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-522092372702287846</id><published>2009-04-14T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:21:31.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Tonight i realised a few things:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;I don't like feeling like a 3rd wheel&lt;br /&gt;I miss getting trashed and being happy&lt;br /&gt;I miss that someone caring about about me&lt;br /&gt;I miss coming home to someone&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone telling me that they love me&lt;br /&gt;I miss feeling appreciated&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone sharing what i love&lt;br /&gt;I hate coming home to an empty bed&lt;br /&gt;I hate realising that i am alone&lt;br /&gt;I hate how i have to pretend like nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;I hate pretending to not feel the way i feel&lt;br /&gt;I hate knowing that it'll never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how small this world is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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things:'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-2901905530086049556</id><published>2009-04-13T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:21:41.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I AM: not who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: to be good at what I do best.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: to turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: over- enthusiastic/bright/chirpy/annoying people.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: you when you are not around.&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: losing what I love.&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: discreetly conversations around me.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: who I will spend the rest of my life with.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: not having studied harder.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: the quiet guy people perceive me as.&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: to trance/house music only. &lt;br /&gt;I SING: in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: Never.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: polite or patient.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MAKE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MADE WITH MY HANDS: Stars.&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: what I fail to express in speech.&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: many people.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: to be more motivated.&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: start saving.&lt;br /&gt;I START: all hyped up about something.&lt;br /&gt;I FINISH: having felt I must have lost something along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: being in love.&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBER: both the happy and sad things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-2901905530086049556?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/2901905530086049556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=2901905530086049556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/2901905530086049556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/2901905530086049556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/04/i.html' title='I...'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-2819355273191980234</id><published>2009-04-08T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:21:55.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - I hate - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - to see - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - the one - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - I love - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - happy with -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - somebody but -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - I surely - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - hate it - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - more to - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - see the - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - one I - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - love unhappy - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - with me - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-2819355273191980234?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/2819355273191980234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=2819355273191980234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/2819355273191980234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/2819355273191980234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-4105750496554628861</id><published>2009-04-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:22:09.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Wanting is who you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;“Wanting is knowledge. Someone asks us what we want and we say, Oh, I don’t know. I don’t know what I want. But the truth is we do! We do know what we want! It’s just (isn’t it?) that what we want isn’t the thing we ought to want or want to want or are supposed to want or think we want. It’s what we want. It’s the potato we want in a store full of ripe oranges. It’s the comic book on a shelf full of Shakespeare — and why are we supposed to not want that? Because wanting is the deepest story of who we are; wanting is who we are more than getting. Getting can be fate or accident: You wanted to be an actress but were forced to be a stenographer because that was what was available. Getting can be an accident for which we are not responsible. Getting can be circumstance. But wanting is pure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-family:'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;Wanting is who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-4105750496554628861?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/4105750496554628861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=4105750496554628861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/4105750496554628861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;emptiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whatever negative feelings you can ever feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im feeling it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe i should look on the bright side. after all its only a birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what else can i ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all those that give a damn wished me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all those that dont, didnt bother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck me, it does hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of the few days that i long for in a year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crushed me so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foolish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its just a day after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy fucking birthday Joshua Phan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-6822249432469097664?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/6822249432469097664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=6822249432469097664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6822249432469097664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6822249432469097664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-be-joyed.html' title='To be joyed'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-819849916538462806</id><published>2009-03-30T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:05:47.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Just Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priscilla Ahn - Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEg9bCX83RU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEg9bCX83RU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.&lt;br /&gt;I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;That I could fly from the highest swing.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;That I could fly from the highest tree.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-819849916538462806?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/819849916538462806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=819849916538462806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/819849916538462806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/819849916538462806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-perfect.html' title='Just Perfect'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-3874051705692359846</id><published>2009-03-29T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:06:07.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Stay With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You couldn't leave me here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wanna say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder what it would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were leaving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O...oh...oh...oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're so sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are the only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the air that makes me breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the air so I can breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to come and feel me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold me and touch me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-3874051705692359846?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/3874051705692359846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=3874051705692359846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/3874051705692359846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/3874051705692359846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/03/stay-with-me.html' title='Stay With Me'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-119855712317989709</id><published>2009-03-28T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:06:19.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>5 days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a few more days till I turn 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets see if you'll wish me on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-119855712317989709?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/119855712317989709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=119855712317989709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/119855712317989709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/119855712317989709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-days.html' title='5 days?'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-156634403417054489</id><published>2009-03-27T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:06:35.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Am I sitting high enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:14px;"&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do nothing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sure, why not," replied the eagle. So, the rabbit sat on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the rabbit, and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moral :&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TO BE SITTING AND DOING NOTHING, YOU MUST BE SITTING VERY, VERY HIGH UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-156634403417054489?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/156634403417054489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=156634403417054489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/156634403417054489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/156634403417054489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-sitting-high-enough.html' title='Am I sitting high enough?'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-4351920834991952936</id><published>2009-03-26T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:06:49.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Migraine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(44, 54, 53);   font-family:Verdana;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" class="f" style="border-collapse: collapse; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="f" style="border-collapse: collapse; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="text" style="line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); white-space: normal; font-size: small; "&gt;When you have a migraine, nothing’s quite real. There’s no such thing as solid - as reliable. You step forward, heading for the door. Lights flash. You reach out, searching for stability. Your head pounds – some hellish hammer beating a cruel tattoo. Lights clear. The doorway’s not where it was. It never is. Recklessly letting go of the cupboard, you walk. Still half blind, you make it through the doorway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When plagued by a migraine, memory’s your saviour. People talk about God; about their saviour. Your saviour is memory. You may be dazed, dizzied, and half-blind - but you have your memory. You know as you stumble down the hallway, desperate for pain relief, that it’s 13 steps. There’s a bookshelf on the left - 5 steps from my bedroom. A doorway 3 steps after that – on the right. And so you stumble, from support to hazy support, towards the medicine cupboard. Lights flash. Lights clear. You lurch onwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a migraine clears, the ordeal’s not over. You’re free of the lights; the dizzied consciousness and confused balance. Free of the haze though? I think not! You’re tired of light, and you can’t think. You go to sleep for eleven hours straight - quite a feat for an insomniac. You wake up, and it’s over. The whole damn thing’s over. But you’re not happy, because you know another one’s coming. If not now, then soon. In a week – a month if you’re lucky. You dread it. You fear it. You wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text" style="line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); white-space: normal; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text" style="line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); white-space: normal; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/Scs22_c9MTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dMP02lSQl7Q/s1600-h/Show_Your_Pain_by_Afri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/Scs22_c9MTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dMP02lSQl7Q/s320/Show_Your_Pain_by_Afri.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317404103414722866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(44, 54, 53);   font-family:Verdana;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-4351920834991952936?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/4351920834991952936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=4351920834991952936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/4351920834991952936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/4351920834991952936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/03/migraine.html' title='Migraine'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/Scs22_c9MTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dMP02lSQl7Q/s72-c/Show_Your_Pain_by_Afri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-1453427309548631968</id><published>2009-03-17T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:29:17.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-1453427309548631968?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1453427309548631968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1453427309548631968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-8127101634767546085</id><published>2009-03-16T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:07:17.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Teddies don’t hug back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(97, 97, 97); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:100%;"&gt;As I lay in bed at night, the tempting presence of sweet dreams hovering just out of my reach, I cannot help but think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I have become so used to this nightly routine of insomnia and fantasy- well, maybe it is wishing- that I can effortlessly conjure a perfect image of your face behind my closed eyelids.  I can feel your hands at my hips, your fingers tracing along my spine, your lips pressed against mine.  I can feel your arms around me, pulling me closer until I could just melt away and become a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;Then some noise- the creak of a stair, the slam of a door, maybe the washer changing cycles- brings me back to reality, cuddling a teddy bear in my cold, dark bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;“Teddies don’t hug back, but sometimes they’re all you’ve got.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess my stuffed friend will just have to keep me company until I am back in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/Sb4rL5oix7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qrSOVKCaErs/s1600-h/DSC_2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/Sb4rL5oix7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qrSOVKCaErs/s320/DSC_2444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313732093793191858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-8127101634767546085?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/8127101634767546085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=8127101634767546085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/8127101634767546085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/8127101634767546085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/03/teddies-dont-hug-back.html' title='Teddies don’t hug back'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/Sb4rL5oix7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qrSOVKCaErs/s72-c/DSC_2444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-3385439304813691484</id><published>2009-03-14T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:07:42.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>oro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to blog.&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/7255614668009391151-3385439304813691484?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/3385439304813691484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=3385439304813691484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/3385439304813691484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/3385439304813691484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/03/over.html' title='oro'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-1784319245667820702</id><published>2009-03-01T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:07:59.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found this in my old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share a story that a friend once told me ... "I walked on the streets of Kowloon during winter every night. Met up with rascals in front of Hang Seng Bank @ Golden France. I was always wearing my Adidas Boxing Winter Collection. Those shoes were as high as boots....And me and my drugs could walk along each other, tucking 'round my long socks.&lt;br /&gt;People who needed e or e that needed people will find each other through me. No matter how big nor how many signs of NO DRUGS or KETAMINE KILLS U!!! However those signs seem to have a meaning of the other way round. The more u see it, the more u want it.&lt;br /&gt;On the streets of Causeway Bay, was my home. We had arcades to take care of and to worship.&lt;br /&gt;I did all the worst things in the world.. Have tattoos all over my body.... I worshiped the demons before.. and now that I've found the truth. And the truth has set me free... Jesus Christ is my personal saviour. Jesus is music too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature (divers). He who believes and is baptized will be saved; but he who does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will follow those who believe : In My name they will cast out demons ; they will speak with new tongues ; they will take up serpents ; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them ; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover.&lt;br /&gt;MARK 16 : 15 - 20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-1784319245667820702?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/1784319245667820702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=1784319245667820702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1784319245667820702'/><link 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got turned upside down.&lt;br /&gt;But something tells me the whole thing was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps telling me I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;Something needs to get better.&lt;br /&gt;But no one will tell me what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow everytime the world gets further out of control.&lt;br /&gt;I've done something else against the rules.&lt;br /&gt;Broken another hidden code that no one told me about.&lt;br /&gt;Just by being in the certain place I happen to be in.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone wrong, gone astray.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen short of someone's expectations.&lt;br /&gt;And with that I've lost a lot of expectations for myself.&lt;br /&gt;In a world so screwed up it's just easier to not care.&lt;br /&gt;To forget that I was ever supposed to be something.&lt;br /&gt;I was never meant to be someone worth being.&lt;br /&gt;And these thoughts are only further brought to light.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime someone reminds me that I'm doing it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always doing it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's always teaching me backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Watching me do everything without thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Then telling me how much I've screwed it up.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't even know I was doing it.&lt;br /&gt;So everyday I'm further reminded that I've failed.&lt;br /&gt;At something I don't remember trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;And by failing at it all, I've failed at life.&lt;br /&gt;Because now the world is broken, and it's my fault somehow.&lt;br /&gt;They all know I broke it.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I don't remember doing it.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-2207598703414324098?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/2207598703414324098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=2207598703414324098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/2207598703414324098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/2207598703414324098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_15.html' title='我的錯'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-7230035661599776424</id><published>2009-02-05T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:28:49.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>我很想有個人陪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Is There A Dragonfly On Your Shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two sweethearts in a quiet and beautiful small town. They went to the beach for sunrise and sunset every day. Every passer-by envied them two very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, in a car accident, the girl got hurt very seriously. She was lying in bed in a hospital and still never came to life after quite a few days. In the daytime, the boy was calling his sweetheart who was unconscious all the time at her bedside; at night, he ran to the church in the small town and prayed to God. His tears had run dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month passed, the girl was still unconscious .The boy became very languish, but he still continued his calling and prayer. Finally one day, God was moved by him. So He decided to make an exception for him. God asked him: "Are you willing to trade it with your life?" The boy answered without any hesitation: "I am!" God said: "Ok, then I could let her come to life as soon as possible, but you have to become a dragonfly for three years, will you?" The boy was still very determined: "I will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dawn, the boy became a beautiful dragonfly. He said goodbye to God and flew to the hospital quickly. The girl really regained consciousness and talked with a doctor next to her, but the dragonfly could hear nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the girl recovered and went out of the hospital. But she was unhappy. She seeked news about the boy everywhere. But no one knew where he was. She sought him every day. But actually the dragonfly that was just the boy flew around her every time everywhere, though he couldn't whisper her name or hug her. He had to bear her turning a blind eye to him alone. The summer was gone and the wind of the fall blew off the leaves. The dragonfly had to leave. So he landed on the girl's shoulder for the last time. He wanted to fondle her face with his wings and kiss her forehead with his small mouth, but he was too small for her to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flied. The spring came again. The dragonfly couldn't wait to fly back to his sweetheart. But he saw a tall and handsome young man standing beside her this time. At that very moment, the dragonfly almost fell from the air. People talked about how serious the girl hurt in the accident, and how sweet and kind the doctor was, and how reasonable their love was. Of course they also said the girl was happy again as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragonfly was very sad. And in the following days, he often saw the man taking his own sweetheart to see the sunrise and sunset together on the beach. But he could do nothing except stopping on her shoulder occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that this summer was extremely long. The dragonfly flew around with his broken heart every day. He had no courage to approach his sweetheart. He felt suffocated when he heard their whisper and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third summer, the dragonfly didn't fly to see his sweetheart that often any more. She was cuddled by the doctor, and her face was kissed by him. She had no time to pay attention to a sad dragonfly and she was in no mood to look back on the days with her previous sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline of the promise that the dragonfly made to God was nearing fast. On the last day of the third year, the dragonfly's sweetheart married the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragonfly flew to the church quietly, and settled on the shoulder of God. He heard them vow to God: "I do!" He saw the doctor putting the ring on the finger of his sweetheart, and them kissing sweetly. Tears full of sorrow fell from the dragonfly's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sighed: "Do you regret?" The dragonfly wiped his tears and said: "Never!" God felt happy about that and said: "Then, you can become yourself a man tomorrow." The dragonfly shook his head and said: "No, thanks. Just let me be a dragonfly forever and ever..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is your destiny that you have to lose someone. Sometimes there won't be a good ending for you and somebody. To love someone is not to own her, but if you have her, you should cherish her forever.&lt;br /&gt;Is there a dragonfly on your shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ShinyDragonfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-7230035661599776424?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/7230035661599776424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=7230035661599776424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/7230035661599776424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/7230035661599776424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='我很想有個人陪'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-4164102451776632963</id><published>2009-01-25T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:08:24.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for the clock to tick really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;Currently sitting at home wasting my time waiting for the new year. In the past, I would've dressed up in pretty clothes and out clubbing/counting down.&lt;br /&gt;But this year, I am stuck at home. For no obvious reasons, just didnt wanna go out.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it got me thinking. I didnt make a New year resolutions. Why not make one now.&lt;br /&gt;Something simple,&lt;br /&gt;Make time for travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am turning 21 this year. It is a legal age in my country. Which means I am forced to Vote. Something that I dont give two fucks about. Yeah, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;And many more shits that I cant be fucked to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. This year I wanna travel to as many places as I can. To see the damn world.&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to go to Bora Bora to celebrate my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers cross.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can achieve it and make my last post look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Happy Lunar New Year.&lt;br /&gt;May the new year brings you Prosperity, Wealth and Good Health.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Hei Fatt Choy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-4164102451776632963?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/4164102451776632963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=4164102451776632963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/4164102451776632963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/4164102451776632963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-new-year.html' title='Lunar New Year'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-7281828700798749453</id><published>2008-12-31T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:08:48.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>The Last day of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;The 31stDec08', the last day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;What have you done in this whole year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Quite alot happened too...yet everything is over.&lt;br /&gt;It's really, time for a real change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, cause I've never successfully achieve it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in everything&lt;br /&gt;Make the last day in 2008, a memorable one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish everyone, a very Happy New Year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-7281828700798749453?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/7281828700798749453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=7281828700798749453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/7281828700798749453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/7281828700798749453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day-of-2008.html' title='The Last day of 2008'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-1047022636135611709</id><published>2008-11-02T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T03:12:04.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                          I've realised that the reason I don't blog much is that I'm too busy living life to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I have the time to sit down and hey you know what i gotta run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-1047022636135611709?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/1047022636135611709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=1047022636135611709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1047022636135611709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1047022636135611709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2008/11/sarcasm.html' title='Sarcasm'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-662519550211553799</id><published>2008-09-16T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:46:29.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My love my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;deep down i bet she thinks i look at other girls and want them more&lt;br /&gt;deep down i think she looks much better than that&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point&lt;br /&gt;she turns me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than a sweet young thing&lt;br /&gt;more than a classmate with a short skirt&lt;br /&gt;more than a "Hai....my name is..." in a Friendster post&lt;br /&gt;more than anything she can ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be growing old but there's one thing that always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;she permeates every thought and dream&lt;br /&gt;much more than she can ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;i see her in the morning and my waking hours&lt;br /&gt;and vespertine activities and incoherent thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;she's my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" style="width: 308.25pt; height: 231pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata title="pict 00912" src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C03%5Cclip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SM_YcNrKyWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aZfe9rfe_zs/s1600-h/DSC_1619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SM_YcNrKyWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aZfe9rfe_zs/s320/DSC_1619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246650070128576866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and i wanna marry her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter if she doesn't look like any notion of commercialized beauty&lt;br /&gt;no matter if my friends tell me others are better&lt;br /&gt;i have never found anyone else more perfect&lt;br /&gt;more patient with the me becoming me&lt;br /&gt;more loving with every touch, every stroke&lt;br /&gt;every kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the way she loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-662519550211553799?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/662519550211553799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=662519550211553799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/662519550211553799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/662519550211553799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-love-my-life.html' title='My love my life'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SM_YcNrKyWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aZfe9rfe_zs/s72-c/DSC_1619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-6588149619842781952</id><published>2008-09-14T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:05:04.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life circle is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youth and all that I have lived for has come to a silent end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey like the orbit of the earth around the sun, shall continue to revolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of my time I will strive to make better of myself. In a world so unforgiving, uncaring and utterly void of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise sometimes its what you make of the world that shapes your own, I didn't want mine to be that way, nor could i possible comprehend why it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my own person as much as the stranger next to me. My life, is just passing through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go head strong into a world that will eat you alive, to bury my fears and face my demons, to brandish this sword, tempered with knowledge and sealed by the hammer of wisdom through the forging fires of passion and dreams. I wear my leather vest , feeling the soothing touch of what little experience surround me. Here with my wooden shield made of memories i stand before the devils inferno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a heroic journey in the mind of a simpleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i make it back alive and live happily ever after with the one i truly love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I might have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-6588149619842781952?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/6588149619842781952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=6588149619842781952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6588149619842781952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6588149619842781952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2008/09/dawn.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-8899391776981828582</id><published>2008-09-09T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:05:16.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;If life isn't fair,&lt;br /&gt;If you're standing there,&lt;br /&gt;Giving me that cold stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care at all,&lt;br /&gt;If you're thin or tall,&lt;br /&gt;If you're fat like a ball,&lt;br /&gt;Whining about how you're small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered,&lt;br /&gt;If i was murdered,&lt;br /&gt;And brutally hammered,&lt;br /&gt;If only to be remembered;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By you, the only one I care,&lt;br /&gt;You that made my life just fair,&lt;br /&gt;You who was always there,&lt;br /&gt;Giving me that lovely stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-8899391776981828582?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/8899391776981828582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=8899391776981828582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/8899391776981828582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/8899391776981828582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2008/09/care.html' title='Care'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-4946389476636839377</id><published>2008-09-06T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:44:58.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Instax mini 7s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got my Instax mini 7s. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQtHTMrmcI/AAAAAAAAADA/m13dBu5AS6s/s1600-h/DSC_1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQtHTMrmcI/AAAAAAAAADA/m13dBu5AS6s/s320/DSC_1645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243365469601896898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQtHijRhtI/AAAAAAAAADI/Vwulqh4dfiE/s1600-h/DSC_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQtHijRhtI/AAAAAAAAADI/Vwulqh4dfiE/s320/DSC_1646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243365473723188946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instax mini 7s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here are some pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQuQk_EyfI/AAAAAAAAADg/1E7lL08bSPc/s1600-h/DSC01290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQuQk_EyfI/AAAAAAAAADg/1E7lL08bSPc/s320/DSC01290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243366728507116018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miLo and HooiGee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQuPj2aydI/AAAAAAAAADY/F3e7aycerPM/s1600-h/DSC01269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQuPj2aydI/AAAAAAAAADY/F3e7aycerPM/s320/DSC01269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243366711022504402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miLo and HooiGee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQuQzZ7ZoI/AAAAAAAAADo/9fa-Nvp9t5s/s1600-h/DSC01292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQuQzZ7ZoI/AAAAAAAAADo/9fa-Nvp9t5s/s320/DSC01292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243366732377843330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HooiGee and Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQuPcVIxiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/k0UJb4dY3x0/s1600-h/06092008385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQuPcVIxiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/k0UJb4dY3x0/s320/06092008385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243366709003863586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQuREtxSuI/AAAAAAAAADw/3cEPXi4fjhY/s1600-h/DSC01293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQuREtxSuI/AAAAAAAAADw/3cEPXi4fjhY/s320/DSC01293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243366737024469730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Kah Wai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Will upload more later.&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/7255614668009391151-4946389476636839377?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/4946389476636839377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=4946389476636839377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/4946389476636839377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/4946389476636839377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2008/09/instax-mini-7s.html' title='Instax mini 7s'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMQtHTMrmcI/AAAAAAAAADA/m13dBu5AS6s/s72-c/DSC_1645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-2856398433608226091</id><published>2008-09-04T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:05:30.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>When will life come full circle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life is so short and fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't get hit by tsunami or some earthquake or another, there's always cancer or some heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make peace with your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;in the end it's not about how much money you earn, your net earning or even your appraisal points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not about which trendy person you hung out with over the weekend at which posh bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live your life the way you want to live it, with no regrets. my dad always says, you can do whatever you want, as long as your conscience is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am living it now, i hope. after going a whole huge circle, i think I'm finally approaching the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is just so fragile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-2856398433608226091?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/2856398433608226091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=2856398433608226091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/2856398433608226091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/2856398433608226091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-will-life-come-full-circle.html' title='When will life come full circle?'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-1802071927371647117</id><published>2008-04-01T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:05:44.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the last day of my teenage years. 19 to be exact. Tomorrow i'll be entering the horrifying year of adulthood. "20" FOR FUCK SAKE! I cant help it but to think that I am acutally getting old. No more Lil joshy or ken boy for me. No more " mami,can i have money for cookies?". I have to start working and earn my own money now. Have to grow up and start thinking about my future and others. I cannot take life for granted. Oh,FUCK! I seriously have no clue on what to do next. Help?&lt;br /&gt;AH,fuck it. I'm just gonna live life to the fullest and do what i do best. Fuck regular life I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways,tomorrow I'll be celebrating my bday at indulgence with my baby and Justin. Pics will be up on the next post. Tonight I'll be hitting Imax once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people will wish me this year. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go for dinner now. So yeah, Fuck off people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-1802071927371647117?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/1802071927371647117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=1802071927371647117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1802071927371647117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/1802071927371647117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255614668009391151.post-6614540402507796410</id><published>2008-03-24T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:05:59.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>1st day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my 1st day blogging here. I say, compare to multiply. Both are the same. Nothing special. The reason why I am doing this is cause I am uber bored at home. So I got to play with my phone, and I found out that I could actually upload pictures to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miloontheloose/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. Cool right? I know. While uploading some pictures, it suggested me to get a blog as well. Something to do "blog on the run". So yeah, this is how i end up blogging here. Well, if you do notice. They both have the same name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going to Imax almost everyday lately. I am fucking addicted to Call Of Duty 4. Have to play it at least twice a week and minimum 4hrs each time. Can't wait to get my hands on the original copy. At that time, I can play online. " Oorah" Basically this is how I got myself in trouble a couple of times. GF can't seems to forgive me about it. I totally understand why. I ditched her on the day she came back from her 3days-fucking-camp for COD4. unforgivable right? I know.  I am sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I will review the game in the next few post,  when i get the original copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't expect  me to blog/update regularly. As I am fucking lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7255614668009391151-6614540402507796410?l=miloontheloose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/feeds/6614540402507796410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255614668009391151&amp;postID=6614540402507796410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6614540402507796410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255614668009391151/posts/default/6614540402507796410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miloontheloose.blogspot.com/2008/03/1st-day.html' title='1st day'/><author><name>miLo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16482353297702691768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gv6UQ_lEYT0/SMBCgYIFVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/koTuhoOfLqQ/S220/DSC00976(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
