<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829</id><updated>2011-09-07T09:35:16.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing in particular to say</title><subtitle type='html'>I have nothing important in particular to say....to anyone in particular.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-2296551013282604551</id><published>2010-06-30T05:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T05:19:00.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here'e to the Night</title><content type='html'>So denied so I lied are you the now or never kind&lt;br /&gt;In a day and a day love I'm gonna be gone for good again&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to be had are you cool with just tonight&lt;br /&gt;Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the nights we felt alive&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry&lt;br /&gt;Here's to goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna come too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your name on the line along with place and time&lt;br /&gt;Wanna stay not to go I wanna ditch the logical&lt;br /&gt;Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the nights we felt alive&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry&lt;br /&gt;Here's to goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna come too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my time is froze in motion&lt;br /&gt;Can't I stay an hour or two or more&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me let you go&lt;br /&gt;Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the nights we felt alive&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry&lt;br /&gt;Here's to goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna come too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Here's to the Night", Eve 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toast. Here's to the nights my friend. Good bye, and I sincerely hope that you are in a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-2296551013282604551?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2296551013282604551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=2296551013282604551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2296551013282604551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2296551013282604551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2010/06/heree-to-night.html' title='Here&apos;e to the Night'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-7328323947767985059</id><published>2010-06-30T04:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T05:11:18.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging, life and work</title><content type='html'>Just a small town girl&lt;br /&gt;Livin' in a lonely world&lt;br /&gt;She took the midnight train goin' anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a city boy&lt;br /&gt;Born and raised in south Detroit&lt;br /&gt;He took the midnight train goin' anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A singer in a smoky room&lt;br /&gt;A smell of wine and cheap perfume&lt;br /&gt;For a smile they can share the night&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers waiting&lt;br /&gt;Up and down the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Their shadows searching in the night&lt;br /&gt;Streetlight people&lt;br /&gt;Living just to find emotion&lt;br /&gt;Hiding somewhere in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard to get my fill&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants a thrill&lt;br /&gt;Payin' anything to roll the dice just one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will win, some will lose&lt;br /&gt;Some were born to sing the blues&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the movie never ends&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers waiting&lt;br /&gt;Up and down the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Their shadows searching in the night&lt;br /&gt;Streetlight people&lt;br /&gt;Living just to find emotion&lt;br /&gt;Hiding somewhere in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop believin'&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to that feelin'&lt;br /&gt;Streetlight people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop believin'&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Streetlight people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop believin'&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to that feelin'&lt;br /&gt;Streetlight people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Don't Stop Beliving", Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit. I didnt even know Journey existed untill I watched Glee. Just finished all 22 episodes of season 1. Am now eagerly waiting for season 2. Am now heart and soul a Glee fan =) Also, have expanded my musical horizons quite a bit now. For example, I think Queen is actually pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have say, considering that the last time I blogged was freaking LAST YEAR november, its really been a while since I've blogged. On one hand, I guess because I was (am?) less...emo, but mainly, its because I've been too busy with work and stuff. Still got so many movies to watch, books to read and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most of us blogged because as students, we really just had too much free time on our hands. The moment we start working, unless blogging really is your passion, or source of income, after a while we just drift off I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, this place is like my very own unofficial therapy site, albeit one which I have to clean up the spam comments that appear once in a while. Guess I'll still pop in here from time to time. At the very least, not another half a year absence. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-7328323947767985059?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7328323947767985059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=7328323947767985059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7328323947767985059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7328323947767985059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2010/06/blogging-life-and-work.html' title='Blogging, life and work'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-7441097528575992981</id><published>2010-06-30T04:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T04:54:35.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sometimes think this</title><content type='html'>He is sensible and so incredible&lt;br /&gt;And all my single friends are jealous&lt;br /&gt;He says everything I need to hear and it's like&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for anything better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opens up my door and I get into his car&lt;br /&gt;And he says, you look beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I feel perfectly fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been screamin' and fightin'&lt;br /&gt;And kissin' in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And it's two a.m. and I'm cursin' your name&lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and comin' undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller-coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He respects my space and never makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;And he calls exactly when he says he will&lt;br /&gt;He's close to my mother&lt;br /&gt;Talks business with my father&lt;br /&gt;He's charming and endearing, and I'm comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been screamin' and fightin'&lt;br /&gt;And kissin' in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And it's two a.m. and I'm cursin' your name&lt;br /&gt;You're so in love that you act insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and comin' undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller-coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't see the smile I'm fakin'&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's not breakin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not feelin' anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you were wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated&lt;br /&gt;Got away by some mistake and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be screamin' and fightin'&lt;br /&gt;And kissin' in the rain&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m. and I'm cursin' your name&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love that I acted insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' down and comin' undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller-coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - "The way I loved you", Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I love you? Or am I just playing the role of a boy friend so well that I cant tell the difference. Is this just me thinking that the grass is greener on the other side (in other words, being an asshole); or am I really trapping myself in a relationship where I'm...settling for someone, and am not actually passionate about someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew you know. Really. When you're with me, I act, behave, and pretty much how  you expect a boyfriend to be. When  you're not, I find myself thinking thoughts like this, my attentions and affections wandering, my faithfulness to you increasingly being tested with each encounter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't want to live like this. You're everything a guy could ask for really, no matter what baggage you come with. Everyone has their own issues after all. And yet, I'm missing that fiery passion that comes when someone special enters my life, fills me completely, makes me act crazy. The way I was when I was with...others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm conscious of the possibility that I'm in fact, fed too much of hollywood bullshit and that I'm actually more in love with the idea of "Romantic Love" as we see/read in fiction then I'm in love with a real person. Maybe how I feel for you is actually what other people have, just that I myself am unsatisfied, thinking that there is more to it or what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done some seemingly crazy things, but in truth, I know in a few of them I was actually coldly calculating the best response to the situation, while in the majority of others, I was really just...being a boyfriend. One could say I was...fulfilling my duty. Heh. I'm not sure how many I did was out of the fact that I was head over heels, madly, truly, deeply in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I loved others before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-7441097528575992981?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7441097528575992981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=7441097528575992981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7441097528575992981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7441097528575992981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-sometimes-think-this.html' title='I sometimes think this'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-8631104101348910301</id><published>2009-11-15T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:36:42.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><content type='html'>Its been a while. The blogging bug is back in me. God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have commented that I been ultra-emo in my blog. Needless to say, it skewed their perception of the person that I am in their eyes. *shrug* So its true that I can be super-emo. That does not define me. The moments when I'm happy, irrational, quirky, upset and what not are all captured in here too I think. Maybe not to such a great extent that I would like but... yeah. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess its been a really long while since I last blogged. Surprising though, since its a much shorter amount of time then I thought. Anyways, for those who dont know, I'm in a new job now, in the advisory department of one of the big 4 accounting firms doing consulting work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work is ok, the hours are surprisingly reasonable, and most of all, the exposure to different industries is good. Pay could be better though. =/ Lol, but then again, the pay could always be better. I'm ok for now I guess. Must learn to be contented with what we have after all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, wasting a year of my life away like that was so, so stupid of me. I may not have known better last time, but that doesn't make it anymore excusable. Then again, could be god's timing and all, but it have also just plain been my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in a relationship, though if you asked me if she was THE ONE, I would be hard pressed to answer. Is there really a 'THE ONE' for any of us? Or is she just someone happened to be along at the right moment at the right time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all couples, we have our similarities and our differences, though sometimes, I'll admit its a struggle not to compare her with...others. Predecessors. Betters? Or maybe its just me. I just know its unhealthy to know that if I wanted to, I could just call her and end it right now and not feel a thing. Except maybe relief. Or maybe that's what I think I would feel. Maybe the reality is that I would cry, sob, regret my foolishness, beg for her forgiveness and crawl back to her. Maybe. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm back to blogging. For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-8631104101348910301?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8631104101348910301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=8631104101348910301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/8631104101348910301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/8631104101348910301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-3580304102927620007</id><published>2009-06-25T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:39:33.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Divide</title><content type='html'>I remembered black skies / the lightning all around me&lt;br /&gt;I remembered each flash / as time began to blur&lt;br /&gt;Like a startling sign / that fate had finally found me&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard&lt;br /&gt;That I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason / to prove me wrong / to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason / to fill this hole / connect the space between&lt;br /&gt;Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies&lt;br /&gt;Across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing in sight / but memories left abandoned&lt;br /&gt;There was nowhere to hide / the ashes fell like snow&lt;br /&gt;And the ground caved in / between where we were standing&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard&lt;br /&gt;That I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason / to prove me wrong / to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Across this new divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every loss / in every lie&lt;br /&gt;In every truth that you'd deny&lt;br /&gt;And each regret / and each goodbye&lt;br /&gt;was a mistake to great to hide&lt;br /&gt;And your voice was all I heard&lt;br /&gt;That I get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me reason / to prove me wrong / to wash this memory clean&lt;br /&gt;Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason / to fill this hole / connect the space between&lt;br /&gt;Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies&lt;br /&gt;Across this new divide x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "New Divide", Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen yesterday...pretty good, but kinda lacks that AWESOME factor to it you know? Didn't get me as excited as the first movie, the Dark Knight, Star Trek or Ironman did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just came back from Redang. Went scuba diving with the CF email chain gang and Suk Mun's UOB colleagues. Pretty fun all in all, scuba diving really does allow you to enter another world, to see things you could never see on the surface of the land. Can't wait to go for the next dive. What was less fun was my tire bursting on me on my way up n totalling my car with the divider. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...well, I've left my previous job am and now going to start work at my new place on July 6th. Definitely will be a lot busier then where I formerly was. Heh, looking forward to it though. Bumming around now and enjoying it while I still can &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put up this song mainly due to the Transformers. Been listening more to Lacuna Coil and oddly, Taylor Swift. Oh well, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-3580304102927620007?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3580304102927620007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=3580304102927620007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3580304102927620007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3580304102927620007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-divide.html' title='New Divide'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-2921300516538948217</id><published>2009-05-09T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:05:05.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late nite....again</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am again. I always seem to post at nite hmm...guess the stillness of the world at this time tends to bring out something in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few people have asked me about my previous post, or to be exact, the same way janice asked, "who and who?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's ultimately a difference between missing someone and reminiscing about someone. For me, certain songs (and to a lesser extent, items and pictures) tend to trigger memories in me, memories about people, about stages in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could say I was going over my memories of my past...reliving them. But was I merely reminiscing or did it go deeper then that? I think the most correct thing to say was that I was thinking about them....I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know one thing though. I'm definitely gonna leave my job. Just a matter of when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-2921300516538948217?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2921300516538948217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=2921300516538948217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2921300516538948217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2921300516538948217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-niteagain.html' title='Late nite....again'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-1046210209406652058</id><published>2009-04-29T02:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:52:19.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night rambling</title><content type='html'>I miss the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the rush of your skin&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the still of the silence&lt;br /&gt;As you breathe out and I breathe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on water&lt;br /&gt;If I could tell you what's next&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you believe&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;br /&gt;Faith and desire and the swing of your hips&lt;br /&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;br /&gt;And drown me in love&lt;br /&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;br /&gt;Faith and desire and the swing of your hips&lt;br /&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;br /&gt;And drown me in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Loudest thing in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I ache to remember&lt;br /&gt;All the violent, sweet&lt;br /&gt;Perfect words that you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on water&lt;br /&gt;If I could tell you what's next&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you believe&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;br /&gt;Faith and desire and the swing of your hips&lt;br /&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;br /&gt;And drown me in love&lt;br /&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;br /&gt;Faith and desire and the swing of your hips&lt;br /&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;br /&gt;And drown me in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the pull of your heart&lt;br /&gt;I taste the sparks on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;I see angels and devils&lt;br /&gt;And God, when you come on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing sha la la la&lt;br /&gt;Sing sha la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo Ooo Ooo...&lt;br /&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;br /&gt;Faith and desire and the swing of your hips&lt;br /&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;br /&gt;And drown me in love&lt;br /&gt;So come on, get higher, loosen my lips&lt;br /&gt;Faith and desire and the swing of your hips&lt;br /&gt;Just pull me down hard&lt;br /&gt;And drown me, drown me in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all wrong, it's all wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's all wrong, it's so right&lt;br /&gt;So come on, get higher&lt;br /&gt;So come on and get higher&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything works, love&lt;br /&gt;Everything works in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Come on get higher", Matt Nathanson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No particular reason why I chose this song. Just like that John Mayer/Jason Mraz feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I still occasionally think of you. And you too. This despite the fact that for all intents and purposes, I'm attached to someone else. I'm such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do need to be emo to finish a blog post apparently. Right now every time I feel like blogging something I tend to lose steam halfway and leave it at draft form. Then later delete it when I lose the urge to blog about that particular rant/incident/thoughts/rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can just say am not that happy with my current job. Am thinking whether one should honor their contract and why. Have to admit that leaving my job would be mainly due to pride/envy more then anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is troubling. Pride seems to be the main motivator in my life. That, and laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would even go so far as to say have been mildly dissatisfied with life in general so far until today. Odd right. Somehow found peace of god after some questioning, some serious discussion, a lot of reading and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good. Especially that I'm still awake at 3am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-1046210209406652058?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1046210209406652058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=1046210209406652058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/1046210209406652058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/1046210209406652058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/late-night-rambling.html' title='Late night rambling'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-64687598434807059</id><published>2009-03-23T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:37:24.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of Year 2009</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while since I’ve logged on here. Guess I haven’t been indulging in self-pitying and emo sessions. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’m trying to start afresh this year and so far it seems somewhat successful I guess. Still see-sawing between being a Christian and a free-thinker, but then again, I’ve always been somewhere in between, just depends on whether I lean more to one side or the other at various points in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those who still don’t know, I’ve started work already. Won’t mention my workplace online, but you can always ask me personally. Some know where I work anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. A new years resolution for me is not to use this blog as a emo dumpsite anymore. Not to say I won’t emo here, but I’m resolving to be less indulgent in such…weaknesses? Yea… This would mean I’ll start blogging on other stuff more instead. Maybe I’ll get to have a chuckle when I read my posts years from now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more likely, cringe in embarrassment, then delete everything &gt;&lt;” We’ll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-64687598434807059?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/64687598434807059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=64687598434807059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/64687598434807059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/64687598434807059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-post-of-year-2009.html' title='First post of Year 2009'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-2358358783394150015</id><published>2008-12-16T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:40:03.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>My tears run down like razorblades&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's you ' or is it me? &lt;br /&gt;And all the words we never say&lt;br /&gt;Come out and now we're all ashamed&lt;br /&gt;And there's no sense in playing games&lt;br /&gt;When you've done all you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's over, it's over, why is it over?&lt;br /&gt;We had the chance to make it&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it back&lt;br /&gt;But it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself in all these fights&lt;br /&gt;I lose my sense of wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;I cry, I cry&lt;br /&gt;It's shaking from the pain that's in my head&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna crawl into my bed&lt;br /&gt;And throw away the life I led&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let it die, but I won't let it die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's over, it's over, why is it over?&lt;br /&gt;We had the chance to make it&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Don't say this won't last forever&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that we will never be together&lt;br /&gt;We could be, over and over&lt;br /&gt;We could be, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Don't say this won't last forever&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that we will never be together&lt;br /&gt;We could be, over and over&lt;br /&gt;We could be, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over, it's not over, it's never over&lt;br /&gt;Unless you let it take you&lt;br /&gt;It's not over, it's not over, it's not over&lt;br /&gt;Unless you let it break you&lt;br /&gt;It's not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "It's not over", Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She technically was avoiding me last year I guess. Not this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just sees me as a friend now. At least we can talk to each other honestly and straightforwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed, its true. And yet, maybe because I've already expected it deep down, or maybe I'm just blocking it off, I'm not as upset as I thought I would be. In fact, a part of me is....relieved. Not exactly what I thought I would feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just kick myself for my own stupidity, past and present, but that won't really help matters anymore at this point of time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-2358358783394150015?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2358358783394150015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=2358358783394150015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2358358783394150015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2358358783394150015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-6506950194948265120</id><published>2008-12-12T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:30:14.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling Thoughts</title><content type='html'>There are so many other things I should blog about. That I can blog about. That I'm planning to blog about. But undeniably, I only tend to blog when I'm feeling down or emo. And being a brooding and melancholic guy by nature, this tends to happen pretty often...especially if left alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Much online reading later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I got sidetracked...as I often do. What originally was about to turn into an emo post has changed abit. I started reading some websites on freewill, a question that has always been bugging me for a long time and there sure are quite a few forums going on about it. From there, it leads to questions of omnipotence, freewill vs. morality....but I think I'll leave that for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe I'm still gonna go ahead with the original post, but at least I know I'm not feeling so emo anymore. Hmmm...you know, I really should stop using that word. 'Emo' is one of those words that don't really describe anything, like 'nice'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAARRRRHHHHH!!!! *ahem* Heh, I remember reading in a humorous book where a running gag was that more than 3 exclamation marks by a person usually denote an unhinged mind. 5 was a sure sign of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah forget it. When I'm not feeling emo or being focused, my mind wanders around way too much. No way I can type out my original post anymore. I suppose that's for the best in any case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of you right now though. I realize that I may not be as important to you as you are to me. It hurts. If you don't want to see me it would be better to just say it instead of always being busy or somewhere else. Cos just so you know, I'll always keep asking unless you tell me not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, guess I ended up being a little emo after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-6506950194948265120?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6506950194948265120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=6506950194948265120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/6506950194948265120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/6506950194948265120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/rambling-thoughts.html' title='Rambling Thoughts'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-6561975375664457226</id><published>2008-11-25T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:41:22.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been twisting and turning in a space that's too small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I've been drawing the line and watching it fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You've been closing me in , closing the space in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Watching us fading and watching it all fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Well I can't explain why it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause I gave it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And if you leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh just leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the better thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's time to surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's been too long pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; There's no use in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; The pieces don't fit here anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You pulled me under so I had to give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Such a beautiful mess that's breaking my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Well I'll hide all the bruises; I'll hide all the damage that's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; But I show how I'm feeling until all the feeling has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Why I can't explain why it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause I gave it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And if you leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh just leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the better thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's time to surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's been too long pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; There's no use in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; The pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You pulled me under so I had to give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Such a beautiful mess that's breaking my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Well I'll hide all the bruises; I'll hide all the damage that's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; But I show how I'm feeling until all the feeling has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Well I can't explain why it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause I gave it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And if you leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh just leave me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the better thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's time to surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's been too long pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; There's no use in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; The pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; The pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh, don't misunderstand how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause I've tried, yes I've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Still I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; No I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; - "Pieces don't fit anymore", James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; My life is a mess. I'm a mess; Mentally, Emotionally, Physically. I thought I had a plan, but like they say, the best laid plans never survive contact with the enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; The thing is, sometimes, the worst enemy out there is myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-6561975375664457226?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6561975375664457226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=6561975375664457226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/6561975375664457226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/6561975375664457226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/pieces_25.html' title='Pieces'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-8285953725481007981</id><published>2008-11-03T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:30:15.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Willaim Butler Yeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-8285953725481007981?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8285953725481007981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=8285953725481007981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/8285953725481007981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/8285953725481007981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-i.html' title='Quote I'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-4551737212859664048</id><published>2008-10-31T11:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:22:02.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bullet in your WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guy: Oh Santa&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: That's funny kid&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been coming for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy:Oh Santa&lt;br /&gt;I've been killing just for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Well the party's over kid&lt;br /&gt;Because I&lt;br /&gt;Because I got a bullet in my gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: A bullet in your WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backup: Santa's got a bullet in his gun&lt;br /&gt;You know it, Santa's got a bullet in his gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Don't shoot me Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;I've been a clean living boy&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;Did every little thing you asked me to&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the things I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't shoot me Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Well no one else around believes me&lt;br /&gt;But the children on the block they tease me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t let them off that easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Santa&lt;br /&gt;It's been a real hard year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: There just ain't no gettin' around this&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard&lt;br /&gt;But look at me&lt;br /&gt;I turned out alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hey Santa&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;Work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Believe me&lt;br /&gt;This ain't what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I love all you kids, you know that&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I remember when you were just 10 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/The%20Killers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing out there in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for a sip of that sweet Mojave rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backup :In the sweet Mojave rain&lt;br /&gt;The boy was on his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Don't shoot me Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;I've been a clean living boy&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;Did every little thing you asked me to&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the things I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Well no one else around believes me&lt;br /&gt;But the children on the block they tease me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t let them off that easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had it coming&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t you see?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't turn my cheek no longer&lt;br /&gt;The sun is going down and Christmas is near&lt;br /&gt;Just look the other way and I’ll disappear forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't shoot me Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;Well no one else around believes me&lt;br /&gt;But the children on the street they tease me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let them off that easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Don't shoot me Santa", The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song to add to the Christmas holiday season cheer. A definite must have. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I heard this song I laughed my ass off. Just couldn't believe what I was hearing. Then I went to youtube. Laughed a lot more. Oh man, but I needed that. If I hadn't heard this song, this post would have been alot more grim/morbid/emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-4551737212859664048?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4551737212859664048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=4551737212859664048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4551737212859664048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4551737212859664048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/bullet-in-your-what.html' title='A bullet in your WHAT?'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-4891319504435097736</id><published>2008-10-20T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:11:34.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Lucky", Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, I have been very, very lucky. In others, not so much. Life's like that sometimes I guess.  And sometimes, its NOT just about a matter of perspective, glass half full/empty kinda bullshit. Sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-4891319504435097736?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4891319504435097736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=4891319504435097736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4891319504435097736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4891319504435097736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-6077686076647156472</id><published>2008-09-07T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:52:29.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>In this world you tried,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me alone behind.&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to the gods let him stay.&lt;br /&gt;The memories cease the pain inside,&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories keep you near.&lt;br /&gt;In silent moments,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you'd be here.&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories keep you near,&lt;br /&gt;In silent whispers, silent tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me promise I'd try,&lt;br /&gt;To find my way back in this life.&lt;br /&gt;Hope there is a way,&lt;br /&gt;To give me a sign you're okay.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me again it's worth it all,&lt;br /&gt;So I can go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories keep you near.&lt;br /&gt;In silent moments,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you'd be here.&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories keep you near.&lt;br /&gt;In silent whispers, silent tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together in all these memories,&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;All of the memories I hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;Darling you know I'll love you,&lt;br /&gt;Til the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories keep you near&lt;br /&gt;In silent moments,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you'd here.&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories keep you near,&lt;br /&gt;In silent whispers, silent tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Memories", Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding good symphonic metal bands that I like are kinda hard. This band is one of those I like, especially with songs like 'Jillian' and 'Angel'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reply to my previous blog post got me thinking. Heck, even without that comment, I've been turning it over in my mind. Did I make the right decision in stopping things from going too far? Am I just being too picky, too obsessed over the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I have not. Like I said in my reply, maybe holding on to this hope is insane and bound to end in disappointment. Then again, it need not. A calculated risk I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill the time when this hope is finally crushed or fulfilled, all of my memories will keep you near...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-6077686076647156472?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6077686076647156472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=6077686076647156472' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/6077686076647156472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/6077686076647156472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-3812409883787687352</id><published>2008-08-24T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:34:27.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Oh I had a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you and things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry 'bout all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all of your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I think I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;We get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry 'bout all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I think about how we came all this way&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless nights and the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry 'bout all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sorry", Buckcherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to hurt you the way I did. I never meant to hurt you at all. What I did, I did it thinking...no, KNOWING its the best course for us. The only thing I blame myself for is dragging my feet about it. I should have just acted the moment I knew what I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no excuses. I've hurt you deeply and for that, I'm sorry. I can only hope that you'll forgive me one day. As for the rest, let's leave it up to God. Only he knows what the future holds....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-3812409883787687352?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3812409883787687352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=3812409883787687352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3812409883787687352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3812409883787687352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-6416657980646190859</id><published>2008-08-18T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:16:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill out</title><content type='html'>Four letter word just to get me along&lt;br /&gt;It's a difficulty and i'm biting on my tongue and I&lt;br /&gt;I keep stalling, keeping me together&lt;br /&gt;People around gotta find something to say now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding back, everyday the same&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a loner&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, oh no&lt;br /&gt;I never say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;But with nothing to consider they forget my name(ame, ame, ame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'hell'&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'Stacey'&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'her'&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'Jane'&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'quiet girl'&lt;br /&gt;But i'm a riot&lt;br /&gt;Mary, jo, lisa&lt;br /&gt;Always the same&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the catch if they throw me the ball&lt;br /&gt;I'm the last kid standing up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring&lt;br /&gt;Getting clamped up and sitting on the fence now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alone all the time and I&lt;br /&gt;Lock myself away&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;Although i'm dressed up, out and all with&lt;br /&gt;Everything considered they forget my name(ame, ame, ame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'hell'&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'Stacey'&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'her'&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'Jane'&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'quiet girl'&lt;br /&gt;But i'm an riot&lt;br /&gt;Mary, jo, lisa&lt;br /&gt;Always the same&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me darling?&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me bird?&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me darling?&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "That's not my name", The Tings Tings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the emo posts, here's one thats just silly and pure fun. Just like the song. So damn catchy and groovy haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-6416657980646190859?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6416657980646190859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=6416657980646190859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/6416657980646190859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/6416657980646190859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/08/chill-out.html' title='Chill out'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-1006791679001993474</id><published>2008-08-11T02:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:57:01.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car&lt;br /&gt;He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;The other on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I look around, turn the radio down&lt;br /&gt;He says baby is something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song&lt;br /&gt;And he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Our song is the slamming screen door,&lt;br /&gt;Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window&lt;br /&gt;When we're on the phone and you talk real slow&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's late and your mama don't know&lt;br /&gt;Our song is the way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"&lt;br /&gt;And when I got home ... before I said amen&lt;br /&gt;Asking God if he could play it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day&lt;br /&gt;Had gone all wrong and been trampled on&lt;br /&gt;And lost and thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed&lt;br /&gt;I almost didn't notice all the roses&lt;br /&gt;And the note that said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard every album, listened to the radio&lt;br /&gt;Waited for something to come along&lt;br /&gt;That was as good as our song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding shotgun with my hair undone&lt;br /&gt;In the front seat of his car&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a pen and an old napkin&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote down our song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Our song", Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I listen to songs, I tend to associate it with particular memories...people...events...heck even items sometimes. Happens kinda randomly though. I sometimes even associate certain artistes to certain individuals...although now when I think about it the people whom I do so are kinda similar so maybe there's a reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember one song that may be kinda childish, but was...is very dear to me. Granted, I didn't know the lyrics then and use to sing it all wrong all the time...but I guess the lyrics of the song wasn't so important as to the intent behind it. It was...our song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still remember it even now. With all the correct lyrics too lol. Although I wonder if I'll ever sing it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-1006791679001993474?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1006791679001993474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=1006791679001993474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/1006791679001993474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/1006791679001993474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-song.html' title='Our song'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-3969935822204075854</id><published>2008-08-10T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:57:58.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In christ alone</title><content type='html'>In Christ alone will I glory&lt;br /&gt;Though I could pride myself in battles won&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve been blessed beyond measure&lt;br /&gt;And by His strength alone I’ll overcome&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I could stop and count successes like diamonds in my hands&lt;br /&gt;But those trophies could not equal to the grace by which I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;I place my trust&lt;br /&gt;And find my glory in the power of the cross&lt;br /&gt;In every victory&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said of me&lt;br /&gt;My source of strength&lt;br /&gt;My source of hope&lt;br /&gt;Is Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone do I glory&lt;br /&gt;For only by His grace I am redeemed&lt;br /&gt;For only His tender mercy&lt;br /&gt;Could reach beyond my weakness to my need&lt;br /&gt;And now I seek no greater honor in just to know Him more&lt;br /&gt;And to count my gains but losses to the glory of my Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;I place my trust&lt;br /&gt;And find my glory in the power of the cross&lt;br /&gt;In every victory&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said of me&lt;br /&gt;My source of strength&lt;br /&gt;My source of hope&lt;br /&gt;Is Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "In Christ Alone", Brian Littrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I tried to live by my own strength, my own rules.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I was humbled.&lt;br /&gt;I only wished I hadn't dragged others down with me.&lt;br /&gt;And now, once again, I surrender to him and lay it all at his feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for now? Am I doomed to eternally struggle against myself, my pride, my hubris, my ego??!! This isn't the first time nor the last time I had this problem...n I guess it won't be the last either.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that its so alien a concept in our day and age to let go and surrender all when all the while we're being taught to take control of our lives and seize opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, some things are truly beyond our control. Even the best laid plans, the subtlest manipulations and strongest will in the world still fail. We are, after all, only human. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Random: When I thought of the line 'only human', I automatically followed it with 'dodge this'. A worrying sign, no?*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-3969935822204075854?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3969935822204075854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=3969935822204075854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3969935822204075854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3969935822204075854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-christ-alone.html' title='In christ alone'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-7189053404416093066</id><published>2008-07-14T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:09:50.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glowing Sun</title><content type='html'>ú vaknar þú&lt;br /&gt;Allt virðist vera breytt&lt;br /&gt;Eg gægist út&lt;br /&gt;En er svo ekki neitt&lt;br /&gt;Ur-skóna finn svo&lt;br /&gt;A náttfötum hún&lt;br /&gt;I draumi fann svo&lt;br /&gt;Eg hékk á koðnun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Með sólinni er hún&lt;br /&gt;Og er hún, inni hér&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En hvar ert þú....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legg upp í göngu&lt;br /&gt;Og tölti götuna&lt;br /&gt;Sé ekk(ert) út&lt;br /&gt;Og nota stjörnurnar&lt;br /&gt;Sit(ur) endalaust hún&lt;br /&gt;Og klifrar svo út.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glósóli-leg hún&lt;br /&gt;Komdu út&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mig vaknar draum-haf&lt;br /&gt;Mitt hjartað, slá&lt;br /&gt;Ufið hár.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sturlun við fjar-óð&lt;br /&gt;Sem skyldu-skrá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og hér ert þú...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fannst mér.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og hér ert þú&lt;br /&gt;Glósóli.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og hér ert þú&lt;br /&gt;Glósóli.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og hér ert þú&lt;br /&gt;Glósóli.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og hér ert þú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're awake&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems different&lt;br /&gt;I look around&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on my shoes, I then find that&lt;br /&gt;She is still in her pyjamas&lt;br /&gt;Then found in a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm hung by (an) anticlimax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is with the sun&lt;br /&gt;And it's out here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where are you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on a journey&lt;br /&gt;And roam the streets&lt;br /&gt;Can't see the way out&lt;br /&gt;And so use the stars&lt;br /&gt;She sits for eternity&lt;br /&gt;And then climbs out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the glowing sun&lt;br /&gt;So come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awake from a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating&lt;br /&gt;Out of control…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so used to this craziness&lt;br /&gt;That it's now compulsory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here you are,&lt;br /&gt;Glowing sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here you are,&lt;br /&gt;Glowing sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here you are,&lt;br /&gt;Glowing sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Glósóli", Sigur Ros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an otherworldliness quality to the songs from Sigur Ros...haunting, powerful...definitely not something you listen to if you want to relax or chill out. And even though I don't understand a word thats being sung (at least untill I look up the translation), that doesn't stop me from feeling the strong , raw emotions that the song imparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as one guy told me, no matter how bad your troubles are and how gloomy and gray it seems, the sun is still shining ever so brightly up there.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-7189053404416093066?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7189053404416093066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=7189053404416093066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7189053404416093066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7189053404416093066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/07/glowing-sun.html' title='Glowing Sun'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-3893609642776135742</id><published>2008-05-05T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:58:33.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and lights</title><content type='html'>If my earlier post was about reflecting and contemplating, then I came across the perfect kind of music to listen to while I was over there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that while I was in Perth, there was an arts festival going on, with all sorts of performances going on. I went to various museums, watched several movies, and attended a few performances. It was while all this was going on that I was exposed to Explosions in the Sky for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this band isn't going to be everyone's cup of tea, being purely instrumental. And not everyone I know is going to like their kind of music either. But I have to say, their kind of music is so...different from anything I've normally listened to. Slow, melancholic at times, frantic and loud at others; right now, my limited vocabulary just fails to describe it adequately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its perfect for me to listen whenever I want to stargaze or just lie back and relax, thats for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-3893609642776135742?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3893609642776135742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=3893609642776135742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3893609642776135742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3893609642776135742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/05/snow-and-lights.html' title='Snow and lights'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-4943815324457354051</id><published>2008-04-27T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:35:45.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dream of me</title><content type='html'>Stars shining bright above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Birds singin' in the sycamore tree&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say nighty-night and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me&lt;br /&gt;While I'm alone and blue as can be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Dream a little dream of me", Laura Fygi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the versions that exist of this song, I like hers the most. One of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are,&lt;br /&gt;However you may be;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you'll,&lt;br /&gt;dream a little dream of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-4943815324457354051?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4943815324457354051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=4943815324457354051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4943815324457354051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4943815324457354051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-little-dream-of-me.html' title='Dream a little dream of me'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-8949397942907023755</id><published>2008-04-12T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:17:43.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections, Contemplation</title><content type='html'>The light was leaving in the west it was blue&lt;br /&gt;The children's laughter sang&lt;br /&gt;Skipping just like the stones they threw&lt;br /&gt;Their voices echoed across the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting late &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just another nightWith a sunset and a moonrise&lt;br /&gt;Not so far behind&lt;br /&gt;To give us just enough light&lt;br /&gt;To lay down underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;We listened to Papa's translations&lt;br /&gt;Of the stories across the sky&lt;br /&gt;We drew our own constellations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The west winds often last too long&lt;br /&gt;And when they calm down&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever feels the same&lt;br /&gt;Sheltered under the Kamani tree&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the passing rain&lt;br /&gt;Clouds keep moving to uncover the sea&lt;br /&gt;Of stars up above us chasing the day away&lt;br /&gt;A way to find the stories the we sometimes need&lt;br /&gt;Listen close enough and all else fades away&lt;br /&gt;Fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was just another night&lt;br /&gt;With a sunset and a moonrise&lt;br /&gt;Not so far behind&lt;br /&gt;To give us just enough light&lt;br /&gt;To lay down underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Listen to all translations&lt;br /&gt;Of the stories across the sky&lt;br /&gt;We drew our own constellations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Constellations", Jack Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left for Perth in late February and came back in mid March. In my time there, I explored most of the places that are connected to Perth through the train stations and buses. Whenever people ask me how it was, what was the place like, I give the usual descriptions; That its a quiet place, full of nice beaches, parks and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the thing that I'll remember most from the trip is to lie back once in a while, and just gaze at the stars. Just lie there to reflect and contemplate. To think lazy thoughts and let my mind wander to happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could thank the person who reminded me of that. Wonder how she's doing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-8949397942907023755?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8949397942907023755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=8949397942907023755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/8949397942907023755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/8949397942907023755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflections-contemplation.html' title='Reflections, Contemplation'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-723175066528123766</id><published>2008-03-29T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:22:26.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>You’re in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is calm&lt;br /&gt;The music playing on for only two&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life goes by&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now forever I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come&lt;br /&gt;So far we are so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I face the faceless days&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;br /&gt;We’re so close&lt;br /&gt;To reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;And almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;And still so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "So Close", Jon McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo song for the moment. Damn I hate/love this song. Just like I hate/love the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda tired cos have been travelling alot lately. That was fun. Whats not so fun is having to rush up to KL just after coming back from thailand just to collect a gown(and hat...and testimonial...and frickin badge!! I already bought one before dammit!!) and come back down to malacca so as to drive my parents up again for my convo. Oh well, once in a lifetime thing so what the hell. Feeling drained and tired not because of them or the convo anyway. Got some thoughts bouncing around here at the moment but my contacts are starting to get blurry and I have to wake up tomorrow at 8 so what the hell. Some other time. Maybe I'll even have sorted out the mess inside by then and wont need to come here anymore. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-723175066528123766?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/723175066528123766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=723175066528123766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/723175066528123766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/723175066528123766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-3049125582539325002</id><published>2008-02-14T03:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T04:06:00.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time for us chinese to celebrate the new year according to our own calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time for family and friends to get together, catch up with one another and wish each other well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the older I grow, it seems like there is less and less to hold both family and friends together. I find that we've become strangers, unable to hold a decent conversation beyond the normal (and almost obligatory) niceties. Everyone still gathers automatically into their own little cliques, and even then conversation dries up faster than water in a desert. Sometimes, being nice and making an effort just results in being snubbed at and insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder why I bother to swallow my retorts. Makes me wonder what ever possesed me to even think this year might have been different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can still look forward to ang pows. Heh. Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: Hope is the first step unto the road of disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-3049125582539325002?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3049125582539325002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=3049125582539325002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3049125582539325002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3049125582539325002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-8656386232698863300</id><published>2008-02-14T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:52:40.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave out all the rest</title><content type='html'>I dreamed I was missing&lt;br /&gt;You were so scared&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one else cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I woke with this fear&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaving&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;[End Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my beating&lt;br /&gt;I've shared what I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;[End Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Leave out all the rest", Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone and everyone who ever knew me -&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-8656386232698863300?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8656386232698863300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=8656386232698863300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/8656386232698863300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/8656386232698863300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/02/leave-out-all-rest.html' title='Leave out all the rest'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-3902290157205646378</id><published>2008-02-14T03:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:54:19.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Done</title><content type='html'>In this farewell&lt;br /&gt;There’s no blood&lt;br /&gt;There’s no alibi&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve drawn regret&lt;br /&gt;From the truth&lt;br /&gt;Of a thousand lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;So let mercy come&lt;br /&gt;And wash away&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I'll face myself&lt;br /&gt;To cross out what i’ve become&lt;br /&gt;Erase myself&lt;br /&gt;And let go of what i’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put to rest&lt;br /&gt;What you thought of me&lt;br /&gt;While I clean this slate&lt;br /&gt;With the hands of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;I start again&lt;br /&gt;And whatever pain may come&lt;br /&gt;Today this ends&lt;br /&gt;I’m forgiving what I’ve done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving what I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "What I've Done", Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I too will be able to face EVERYTHING that I've don and hopefully, still be able to forgive myself too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-3902290157205646378?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3902290157205646378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=3902290157205646378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3902290157205646378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/3902290157205646378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-ive-done.html' title='What I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-882174188331188176</id><published>2007-12-31T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:18:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the brink of a new year</title><content type='html'>The year 2007 is nearly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year 2008 comes upon whether we like it or not, I at least will enter it with the slight confidence of having learned one very important lesson of life this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to move on with my life, and don't look back. To write off my past mistakes as a sunk cost, if you will, and not cry over spilt milk. To move forward and not linger on and wonder about the 'what-ifs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, technically I already knew all of these stuff. Who doesn't really? But somehow it never really sunk in within me until one insignificant, unmemorable occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I always thought that when someone learned one of life's major lessons, there would be like...a light shining from above, or some light bulb suddenly light up in my brain or something...well, MONUMENTAL to mark it. And somehow, I had the impression that revelations such as this took place only in moments of great importance or significance. That was all plain bullshit of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened when I was playing a MMORPG actually (Lineage 2 to be precise). I was halfway through my 1st job (palus knight) and was wondering about whether I should continue with this character or not. The basic reason was because I, once again, had messed up with my character and at the moment, he was neither here nor there. I contemplated starting over again with a new character and passing all my old equipment to the new one, while being able to enjoy the benefit of tweaking my character to the max thanks to my knowledge of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was staring at the character creation screen, I mentioned this to my housemate who also plays a heck lot of MMORPG's. Why bother, he said. You should just play on. Lost gold you can recover. If you have messed up your stats, just play on, level up and balance it out. If you lost your equipment, just play on, save enough gold and buy new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted he made it sound a lot easier than it really was, but when he said these things, a spark went off in my mind. Suddenly I realised that life wasn't perfect, would never be perfect and no matter how many times I started over, started anew; I would still inevitably mess it up again. The best that I could do was to bumble on through life, sometimes sure of my road, sometimes not, and just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And far more importantly, not to dwell on those 'what-ifs'. Sigh. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-882174188331188176?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/882174188331188176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=882174188331188176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/882174188331188176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/882174188331188176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-brink-of-new-year.html' title='On the brink of a new year'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-4948732190990342290</id><published>2007-12-31T09:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:50:23.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;br /&gt;This world you must've crossed... you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across&lt;br /&gt;An open field,&lt;br /&gt;When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry&lt;br /&gt;When they see you&lt;br /&gt;You said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Boston...&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Boston", Augustana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I would dream of one day waking up to find myself having gone back in time. And I would have done things so very, very differently. Even then, I knew I already had made so many mistakes in my life... said things I shouldn't have said, did things I shouldn't have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder how things would have turned out if I have done things differently. Said different words. Restrain myself from doing stupid things. Maybe I might be a far more different person from the one I am now. More mature, wiser, optimistic...more FUN to be around with.  In far less pain then now anyway, I'll settle for just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, its the process of what I've gone through that led me to this point isn't it? Unless I retain all my previous memories, experiences and knowledge, if I somehow do ever wind up going back to my past, I'll just fuck it all up all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sigh, looking back, that dream was just plain stupid. The closest thing possible to that though would have been me moving off somewhere, someplace where I was a total stranger and starting from scratch. And that has always been a thought lurking in the recesses of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To leave all my failures, mistakes behind and start anew. Afresh. A clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, like thats gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/13259829-4948732190990342290?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4948732190990342290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=4948732190990342290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4948732190990342290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4948732190990342290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/12/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-5438185893865228601</id><published>2007-11-13T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:23:26.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride &amp; Gratefulness</title><content type='html'>Pride: (unduly) high opinion of oneself; arrogance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguably the worst of the classical 7 deadly sins, the hubris of mankind has always been boundless. Mankind (or at least, ME) prides itself on being autonomous, self-created and freestanding. The result? A world with no need of God and no sense of gratitude. This, is probably my greatest fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace: T&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;heology&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;a.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the freely given, unmerited favor and love of God. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;b.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the influence or spirit of God operating in humans to regenerate or strengthen them. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;c.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a virtue or excellence of divine origin: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the Christian graces. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;d.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="var"&gt;Also called state of grace&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=state%20of%20grace" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the condition of being in God's favor or one of the elect.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have given so much to me. Give me one thing more - a grateful heart." - George Herbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to learn from this guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-5438185893865228601?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5438185893865228601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=5438185893865228601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/5438185893865228601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/5438185893865228601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/11/pride-gratefulness.html' title='Pride &amp; Gratefulness'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-2690117085427763172</id><published>2007-11-12T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:09:54.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Cant you see that its just raining&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no need to go outside...&lt;br /&gt;But Baby, You hardly even notice&lt;br /&gt;When I try to show you this&lt;br /&gt;Song is meant to keep ya&lt;br /&gt;From doing what your supposed to&lt;br /&gt;Like waking up too early&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can sleep in&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you banana pancakes&lt;br /&gt;Pretend like its the weekend now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we could pretend it all the time&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see that its just raining&lt;br /&gt;Aint no need to go outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just maybe like a ukulele&lt;br /&gt;Mommy made a baby&lt;br /&gt;Really don't mind the practice&lt;br /&gt;Cause your my little lady&lt;br /&gt;Lady lady love me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love to lay here lazy&lt;br /&gt;We could close the curtains&lt;br /&gt;Pretend like there's no world outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we could pretend it all the time&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see that its just raining&lt;br /&gt;Aint no need to go outside&lt;br /&gt;Aint no need aint no need Mmmm MMmmm&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see cant you see&lt;br /&gt;Rain all day&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone is singing&lt;br /&gt;Ringing its too early&lt;br /&gt;Don't pick it up&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to we got everything&lt;br /&gt;We need right here&lt;br /&gt;And everything we need is enough&lt;br /&gt;Just so easy&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world fits inside of your arms&lt;br /&gt;Don't really need to pay attention to the alarm&lt;br /&gt;Wake up slow, yeah wake up slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you hardly even notice&lt;br /&gt;When I try to show you this&lt;br /&gt;Song is meant to keep ya&lt;br /&gt;From doing what your supposed to&lt;br /&gt;Like waking up too early&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can sleep in&lt;br /&gt;Ill make you banana pancakes&lt;br /&gt;Pretend like its the weekend now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we could pretend it all the time&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that it's just raining&lt;br /&gt;Aint no need to go outside&lt;br /&gt;Aint no need, Aint no need&lt;br /&gt;Rain all day and I really really really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see cant you see,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta wake up slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Banana Pancakes", Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me get this part out of the way first. This is one really nice song. The rhythm, the beat, the lyrics...everything. Actually, I just like most of Jack Johnson's stuff. And for once, I'm gonna associate this with something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was coming actually. Thats why I said whatever I could that was...appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, no matter what happens from now on, at least this song will always remind me of the time when the biggest problem we had was choosing between scones and banana pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-2690117085427763172?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2690117085427763172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=2690117085427763172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2690117085427763172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2690117085427763172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/11/banana-pancakes.html' title='Banana Pancakes'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-4939891297934344214</id><published>2007-11-11T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:14:41.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid for you</title><content type='html'>It's not everyday&lt;br /&gt;That I find a person quite like you&lt;br /&gt;Perfect every way&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the nerve to confess that it's you - that I want&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I act a fool&lt;br /&gt;I would damn near beg for you&lt;br /&gt;Put aside, all my pride&lt;br /&gt;So don't keep me hanging here&lt;br /&gt;Cause this girl is falling stupid for you..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh stupid for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proper thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Is for me to act like a lady and wait&lt;br /&gt;For you to make the first move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think you're getting the point&lt;br /&gt;That it's you - that I want&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I act a fool&lt;br /&gt;I would damn near beg for you&lt;br /&gt;Put aside, all my pride&lt;br /&gt;So don't keep me hanging here&lt;br /&gt;Cause this girl is falling stupid for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh stupid for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's it always feel like I am&lt;br /&gt;Chasing love when nothing's there&lt;br /&gt;And here I go just making the same mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen stupid for you..&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh stupid for you..&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Stupid for you", Marie Digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe I need to change the lyrics to a guy's perspective. Still, that doesn't change the fact that I'm stupid for you, about you, when I'm with you...basically, I turn into an idiot whenever and wherever you're concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an idiot. One would have thought I would have learned my lesson by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It is a nice song btw. Pretty catchy. Too bad I tend to associate good things with bad stuff. Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-4939891297934344214?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4939891297934344214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=4939891297934344214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4939891297934344214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4939891297934344214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupid-for-you.html' title='Stupid for you'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-1404118238146282550</id><published>2007-10-09T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:07:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There Delilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" class="std_font" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey There Delilah"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You'll know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Hey There Delilah", Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about this song that makes me listen to it over and over again...is it the emotion inherent in the singer's voice? The wistful longing expressed in the lyrics? The simple yet charming melody of the song? I have no idea, even as I hit the replay button again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-1404118238146282550?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1404118238146282550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=1404118238146282550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/1404118238146282550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/1404118238146282550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-there-delilah.html' title='Hey There Delilah'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-7819404951552441006</id><published>2007-09-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:04:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music &amp; Lyrics</title><content type='html'>I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I cant make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Ive been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that its out there&lt;br /&gt;Theres got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not just somebody to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I cant make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I open my heart to again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments that I don't know if its real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;and If I open my heart to again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Way back into Love", Hugh Grant &amp;amp; Haley Bennett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great song from a nice movie. Has plenty of other nice, catchy pop songs in it as well. It really got to me, for obvious reasons. One other thing that i found memorable from the movie was a line by Drew Barrymore's character. It goes something like this...I think - " The melody is like the initial attraction between two people...but the lyrics is the thing that keeps them together"&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I like this line alot. Don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-7819404951552441006?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7819404951552441006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=7819404951552441006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7819404951552441006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7819404951552441006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/09/music-lyrics.html' title='Music &amp; Lyrics'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-2662078140791929178</id><published>2007-09-09T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T07:36:58.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny isn't it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: maroon;"&gt;Funny Isn't It?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Funny how a $100 "looks" so big when you take it to church, but so small when you take it to the mall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how long it takes to serve God for an hour, but how quickly a team plays 60 minutes of basketball.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how long a couple of hours spent at church are, but how short they are when watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how we can't think of anything to say when we pray, but don't have difficulty thinking of things to talk about to a friend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how we get thrilled when a baseball game goes into extra innings, but we complain when a sermon is longer than the regular time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how hard it is to read a chapter in the Bible, but how easy it is to read 100 pages of a best selling novel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how people want to get a front seat at any game or concert, but scramble to get a back seat at church services.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how we need 2 or 3 weeks advance notice to fit a church event into our schedule, but can adjust our schedule at the last moment for other events.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how hard it is for people to learn a simple gospel well enough to tell others, but how simple it is for the same people to understand and repeat gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we believe what the newspaper says, but question what the Bible says.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, or think, or say, or do anything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how you can send a thousand "jokes" through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FUNNY, ISN'T IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Note: Sourced from www.oldlutheran.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-2662078140791929178?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2662078140791929178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=2662078140791929178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2662078140791929178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2662078140791929178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-isnt-it.html' title='Funny isn&apos;t it'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-616430628583311068</id><published>2007-09-05T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:48:48.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Saigo no kisu wa (&lt;/span&gt;Our last kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Tabako no flavor ga shita (&lt;/span&gt;Tasted like tobacco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Nigakute setsunai kaori (&lt;/span&gt;A bitter and sad smell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ashita no imagoro niwa (&lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow, at this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Anata wa doki ni irun darou (&lt;/span&gt;Where will you be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Dare wo omotterun darou (&lt;/span&gt;Who will you be thinking about?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You are always gonna be my love (&lt;/span&gt;You are always gonna be my love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Itsuka dareka to mata koi ni ochitemo (&lt;/span&gt;Even if I fall in love with someone once again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  I'll remember to love (&lt;/span&gt;I'll remember to love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  You taught me how (&lt;/span&gt;You taught me how)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  You are always gonna be the one (&lt;/span&gt;You are always gonna be the one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Ima wa mada kanashii love song (&lt;/span&gt;It's still a sad song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Atarashii uta utaeru made (&lt;/span&gt;Until I can sing a new song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tachidomaru jikan ga &lt;/span&gt;(The paused time is) &lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugokidasou to shiteru &lt;/span&gt;(About to start moving)&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wasuretakunai koto bakari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;There's many things that I don't want to forget about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ashita no imagoro niwa (&lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow, at this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Watashi wa kitto naiteru (&lt;/span&gt;I will probably be crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  Anata wo omotterun darou (&lt;/span&gt;I will probably be thinking about you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; You will always be inside my heart (&lt;/span&gt;You will always be inside my heart&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; Itsumo anata dake no basho ga aru kara (&lt;/span&gt;You will always have your own place&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; I hope that I have a place in your heart too (&lt;/span&gt;I hope that I have a place in your heart too&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; Now and forever you are still the one (&lt;/span&gt;Now and forever you are still the one&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; Ima wa mada kanashii love song (&lt;/span&gt;It's still a sad song&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; Atarashii uta utaeru made (&lt;/span&gt;Until I can sing a new song&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are always gonna be my love (&lt;/span&gt;You are always gonna be my love&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; Itsuka dareka to mata koi ni ochitemo (&lt;/span&gt;Even if I fall in love with someone once again&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; I'll remember to love (&lt;/span&gt;I'll remember to love&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; You taught me how (&lt;/span&gt;You taught me how&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; You are always gonna be the one (&lt;/span&gt;You are always gonna be the one&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; Mada kanashii love song (&lt;/span&gt;It's still a sad song&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt; Now and forever (&lt;/span&gt;Until I can sing a new song&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "First Love", Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is all I can hope for. Unable to completely erase you out of my life, the memories...not clinging unto me, but instead firmly entrenched within me. Unsure if its thanks to my immature subconscious will or just my damned romantic soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you ARE always gonna be the one. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Definitely prefer the Japanese version over the English version, even though I had to dig up the translation for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-616430628583311068?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/616430628583311068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=616430628583311068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/616430628583311068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/616430628583311068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-4731765456029348835</id><published>2007-08-13T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:43:50.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is well with my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When peace like a river, attendeth my way,&lt;br /&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,&lt;br /&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,&lt;br /&gt;Let this blest assurance control,&lt;br /&gt;That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,&lt;br /&gt;And hath shed His own blood for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!&lt;br /&gt;My sin, not in part but the whole,&lt;br /&gt;Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;&lt;br /&gt;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it is well with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; It is well, with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "It is well with my soul", Horatio Spafford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I think I have it really bad, when I feel like being emo and indulging in all sorts of self-pity/loathing crap; I think of this song, the tragedy that Horatio suffered THROUGH NO FAULT OF HIS OWN, and I realise that nothing I have gone through can compare to that shit. And so now, I say instead "It is well, it is well, with my soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm well aware that Jesus also suffered plenty of crap through no fault of his own. I just choose not to mention him. Its a long argument over his divinity and all that stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-4731765456029348835?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4731765456029348835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=4731765456029348835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4731765456029348835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4731765456029348835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='It is well with my soul'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-5151451501911375210</id><published>2007-08-02T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:18:56.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>The last book is out...and yet another great series comes to an end. Yet another thing less to look forward to. Sigh, I remember a few years ago when the Harry Potter series were just out, everyone was counting down to the next LOTR movie, and the matrix was still universally regarded as cool. Back then, there was quite a few things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all good things come to an end...how well I know that truth. Too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no, I haven't gotten the book yet even though there was a mini-price war going on around here. Plan to just buy it next time when the price drops to a quarter of what it is now. In the meantime though, I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://diogenes-sinope.blogspot.com/2007/07/potterdammerung-mega-spoilers.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, which I daresay is as entertaining as the real novel, if not more so. Totally hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Full of spoilers. Don't even go near if you haven't read the novel yet. Its actually a parody of the novel, so yeah, really funny but full of spoilers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-5151451501911375210?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5151451501911375210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=5151451501911375210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/5151451501911375210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/5151451501911375210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/08/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-7647421548727369614</id><published>2007-08-02T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:26:04.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples vs. Oranges</title><content type='html'>Have you ever encountered an argument/debate where one party (usually on the losing end) sometimes throws out the statement "But thats comparing apples and oranges!". They think in that doing so, they can at least achieve a stalemate of sorts as that is supposed to mean that the two objects being compared are so fundamentally different that any comparison is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not anymore! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.theamericanview.com/index.php?id=802"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, now you too can have the perfect counter-argument to this statement, making sure that people don't simply throw it around anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, apples &gt; oranges. After all, apples can at least keep doctors away (the way garlics own vampires). Oranges cant do nuts. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-7647421548727369614?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7647421548727369614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=7647421548727369614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7647421548727369614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7647421548727369614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/08/apples-vs-oranges.html' title='Apples vs. Oranges'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-7409965139049774031</id><published>2007-07-26T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:53:51.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of a servant</title><content type='html'>Ku tak membawa&lt;br /&gt;Apapun juga&lt;br /&gt;Saatku datang ke dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku tinggal semua&lt;br /&gt;Pada akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;Saatky kembali ke syurga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah yang kupunya&lt;br /&gt;Hati sebagai hamba&lt;br /&gt;Yang mau taat dan setia&lt;br /&gt;Padamu bapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemanaku pun bawa&lt;br /&gt;Hati yang menyembah&lt;br /&gt;Dalam roh dan kebenaran&lt;br /&gt;Sampai selamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana ku membalas kasihmu&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang ku punya&lt;br /&gt;Itu milikmu&lt;br /&gt;Itu milikmu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Hati sebagai Hamba"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak lord, thy servant heareth.&lt;br /&gt;Even if he doesn't like what he hears sometimes. (Ok, so its many times. Sue me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  A song I learned in Indonesia, this is one of the few songs that is highly meaningful to me. Besides bringing fond memories of my time in Indonesia, it also constantly reminds me of what and how I should be like in my relationship with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-7409965139049774031?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7409965139049774031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=7409965139049774031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7409965139049774031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/7409965139049774031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/07/heart-of-servant.html' title='Heart of a servant'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-5480015672901606402</id><published>2007-07-26T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:42:51.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God will always make a way</title><content type='html'>God will make a way&lt;br /&gt;Where there seems to be no way&lt;br /&gt;He works in ways we cannot see&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be my guide&lt;br /&gt;Draw me closely to his side&lt;br /&gt;With love and strength&lt;br /&gt;For each new day&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a roadway in the wilderness He'll guide me&lt;br /&gt;Rivers in the desert will I see&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and earth will fade&lt;br /&gt;But his word will still remain&lt;br /&gt;He will do something new today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- " God will make a way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me to remember that you will always make a way.&lt;br /&gt;That you have a plan for me and that you have my best interests at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that I know your ways are not always in accordance to my ways.&lt;br /&gt;So please help me to remember and accept that too.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-5480015672901606402?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5480015672901606402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=5480015672901606402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/5480015672901606402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/5480015672901606402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-will-always-make-way.html' title='God will always make a way'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-4075391664009622103</id><published>2007-07-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:37:34.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby can I hold you</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you can say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by and still&lt;br /&gt;Words don't come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you can say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by and still&lt;br /&gt;Words don't come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can say baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can I hold you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I told you the right words&lt;br /&gt;At the right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you can say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by and still&lt;br /&gt;Words don't come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can say baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby, can I hold you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby if I told you the right words&lt;br /&gt;At the right time&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby can I hold you tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Baby can I hold you" Boyzone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. An interesting thing I noticed was that the original song by Tracy Chapman used "can't" instead of "can" in the 2nd line of each stanza. Is it because Boyzone changed the lyrics to express something else entirely, or merely Ronan Keating's accent smothering that word in the song? Oh well, another of life's great mysteries. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-4075391664009622103?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4075391664009622103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=4075391664009622103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4075391664009622103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/4075391664009622103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-sorry-is-all-that-you-can-say-years.html' title='Baby can I hold you'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13259829.post-2081252926818172539</id><published>2007-07-19T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:17:18.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this was not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all be all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Buble, "Home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that home is where the heart is.&lt;br /&gt;And I want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please let me go home.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't even know where home is anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13259829-2081252926818172539?l=nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2081252926818172539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13259829&amp;postID=2081252926818172539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2081252926818172539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13259829/posts/default/2081252926818172539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyandnothing.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanna-go-home.html' title='I wanna go home'/><author><name>Nemo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14858133464706901513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
