<?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-9805604</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:05:56.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my world. take it or leave it.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805604.post-111237211881961270</id><published>2005-04-01T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T08:15:18.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>past memories replaying in my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;darkness comes frequently these few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;afraid of the things i'll have to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hidden in this confined room with no one to turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;sometimes i wonder how i'll ever make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;with this darkness comes my loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it's a package, making me feel worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i find myself crying to sleep every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hidden behind this mask, away from your sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;some nights i run away, for miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;some days, i fill with plastic smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;some how, nothing makes this fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;nothing helps me get through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;and i feel myself becoming nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;after all these years, i've been fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i now give in to the emptiness deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;determination to fight it now becomes a sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-111237211881961270?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/111237211881961270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=111237211881961270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/111237211881961270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/111237211881961270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/04/past-memories-replaying-in-my-head.html' title='past memories replaying in my head.'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-111050793940073804</id><published>2005-03-11T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:26:34.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so the story goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i just cannot be bothered anymore. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;everything is so screwed up. but well it'll be fine soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i know it will be coz it always is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but i wanna thank everyone who's been there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i dont know where i'd be without you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;people like &lt;strong&gt;daryl, trish, hui min, bong, lucas, denis, alethea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i love you guys! i really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and sometimes, if i ever vent my anger at you guys, i'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my friends right now are the best things that have ever happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i never wanted things to be like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i never thought i'd even be in this position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but i guess everything happens for a reason and i just gotta deal with it huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;whatever happens, &lt;strong&gt;i love my life, family and friends&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i mean it. even tho nothing is ever perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ah well, life goes on dont it?&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/9805604-111050793940073804?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/111050793940073804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=111050793940073804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/111050793940073804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/111050793940073804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-story-goes.html' title='so the story goes...'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110966058891418032</id><published>2005-03-01T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:03:08.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fading away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i'm fading away once again to the serenity deep within. i hear voices and things. they're calling my name. i refuse to answer them. i'm in my own little world running fast away from everything. running fast till everything fades away. i hate the pain. i hate the fights. i hate everything bad that goes around and comes shooting straight at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;then i stop running. i see you. and everything just fades away faster than anything i've ever known. you, just being there has managed to help me pull through. i dont feel pain or hate or anything anymore. not when you're around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;but you've been gone for so long that i'm fading away once again. and i'll continue to fade till i see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but you have to know how much i miss you. you have to know how much it hurt when i lost your picture. it was crumpled for a reason. it was in my wallet for a reason. everything has a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there's also a reason why you left. tho i dont know why it is right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;coz i wanted you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but i'm not fading anymore. i'm not crying anymore. i miss you. but it doesnt hurt that much anymore. i know i'll see you again some day. so i'll just be waiting till that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110966058891418032?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110966058891418032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110966058891418032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110966058891418032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110966058891418032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/03/fading-away.html' title='fading away'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110881963431678757</id><published>2005-02-19T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T05:27:14.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so you're leaving once again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think in the past 2 months,  i lost about 50 bucks. maybe more maybe less. but it was all for fun anyway. haha. tho the feeling did suck sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;haha. boy do i remember always crying when you left. and when we did when we visited you. but now, i've realised, i prolly wont cry anymore coz i know we'll always meet again. and we'll always hear from you anyway. so there's always a we'll see you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so time ran out on me YET again. and i guess it'll always happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;okay. enough of nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110881963431678757?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110881963431678757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110881963431678757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110881963431678757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110881963431678757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-youre-leaving-once-again.html' title='so you&apos;re leaving once again.'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110839097600789034</id><published>2005-02-14T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T06:22:56.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;haha. guess how i spent my weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;saturday was dinner at aloy's. for vday. hahaha. it was so nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;a small bouquet of flowers. 3 roses. and dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;cooked by them!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i relived my childhood. hahaha. it was so fun. we went to the playground at 401. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;the things there was just so fantastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;there was  stuff that made you go dizzy. you just spin around and around and around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;we had so much fun that everything just faded away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;all the hurt and pain and everything would just fade away. and you'll just be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;even if it's just for a moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;it was fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;haha. and then it's back to normal school life all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;ah well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy valentine's day to one and all. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110839097600789034?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110839097600789034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110839097600789034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110839097600789034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110839097600789034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-weekend.html' title='my weekend'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110818813420916880</id><published>2005-02-12T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T22:02:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the broken promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the roses are dead .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the flame's dying out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the love's almost gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i can feel the tears coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you promised to be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you told me you cared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;now that i'm all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i feel betrayed and hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bt all you've said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;has it been a lie all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;or was it the truth once before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;okay. i dont know what that's abt. haha. just felt like writing sth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;does anyone know where to find a really nice THICK book? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm in need of one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110818813420916880?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110818813420916880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110818813420916880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110818813420916880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110818813420916880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/02/broken-promise.html' title='the broken promise'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110795074164962737</id><published>2005-02-09T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T04:05:41.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it seems to be catching up on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it seems to be running my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;one word but so many meanings to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;seems pointless living sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;that came out quite nicely dint it? haha. ah well. just another bunch of words that came into my head at random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i feel so dead right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i really have a lot to do. but just cant be bothered to or i dont have the time to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like how i wish i went with them 2 days ago to visit the only person whom i can still cry over to this day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to those who celebrate it, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110795074164962737?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110795074164962737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110795074164962737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110795074164962737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110795074164962737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/02/time.html' title='time.'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110783649058310674</id><published>2005-02-08T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T20:21:30.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught up in all this mess. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ever thought so hard about 1 single thing and never managed to find the answer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this is 1 thing i've been pondering over since i was a kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and yes, it came up again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should i go? or should i stay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it's kinda odd really. like i want to do. but at the same time, i dont want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think i'm just crapping now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, at least i have lots of time to think abt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110783649058310674?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110783649058310674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110783649058310674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110783649058310674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110783649058310674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/02/caught-up-in-all-this-mess.html' title='caught up in all this mess. '/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110778360512798883</id><published>2005-02-07T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T05:41:43.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i've realised that my titles have all been really brief and my entries too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;okay. for 1, my dad's home safely. so that's good. i dont have to give a damn bout what goes on in nepal now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;for another, i'm Siew Eng in SYF. haha. it was damn funny. coz at first roger dint wanna say who it was, olivia or me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;but then he kinda blurted it out. and i dint quite get it. until ppl said so it's rene. and i was like huh? haha. sorry for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;well, class was fine on sunday. i guess. got a rose and a little card thing from andre. for vday. thanks dude! yep. then went for mass. haha. it's been so long since i've attended with such a big group that we all got carried away chatting and stuff. crap. i feel bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;then today, we were partying and having fun during eng lesson coz mrs sena dint come. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i've been doing some thinking. i've realised that i simply cannot manage my time well enough at this point of time. my life has been basically based around my family. not that it's bad. but i think i'm going mad with all the activity. boy do i miss hanging out with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; and my other friends and everyone else basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and another thing is that i wish i could go back to sec 2 church camp all over again because i feel that i was so much closer to God after camp then i actually am now. and that's really sad. for me. and i told myself after camp that i wasnt gonna forget that night and how i felt. i guess i did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;there's many many other things that have gone thru my thoughts and that has had me pissed. but i guess everything will be over and done with and would be fine soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ah well. that's life aint it. you cant have good times w/o all those shit in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i wanna take the time to say that i really really appreciate trish and that talk we had. it was killing us both inside and all we needed was just each other. I LOVE YOU MY DARLING BIG SIS! i'm always here for you. as you used to say to me, it's my turn to return to you every single little thing you've provided me with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and with that, i shall end off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;when you're feeling alone. and when you feel that no one cares, remember that GOD is always, always there. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110778360512798883?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110778360512798883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110778360512798883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110778360512798883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110778360512798883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/02/reflections.html' title='reflections.'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110743215962623534</id><published>2005-02-03T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T04:02:45.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nepal </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I WISH THAT NEPAL KING GETS SACKED OR STH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110743215962623534?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110743215962623534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110743215962623534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110743215962623534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110743215962623534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/02/nepal.html' title='nepal '/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110682714537179110</id><published>2005-01-27T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T03:59:05.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fyi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;for those of you who dont already know, &lt;strong&gt;THE NONE WROTE THINGY IS THE TAG OR COMMENTS PAGE. &lt;/strong&gt;what ever you call it. yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well another week of sch is almost over. as i know it, i'm screwing up maths. tmr's the 1st friday we're gonna have lessons. hmm... at least i have carla in 2 of my classes. and even tho eng lessons kinda sucks (i never thought i'd say that. honest.) it's still pretty fun. that's coz i have hui min, lydia and juls sitting with me. ahaha. so eng lessons are crapping sessions. and i mean crapping sessions. you wont believe what we talk abt. but it's all fun. we're all planning to work during the hols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i dont know what to say bout syf sessions. they making me try out for the part of siew eng. and i really dont wanna be siew eng. rahhs. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh yea, and i'm going for auditions tmr for that teen's search thing. wish me luck. i'm gonna get my butt back into that modelling stuff i used to do. i have to admit, i do miss it. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;then it's mum's bday on sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and carla ends her filming on sun. LET'S CELEBRATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;yep. that's practically what i've been up to. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110682714537179110?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110682714537179110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110682714537179110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110682714537179110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110682714537179110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/01/fyi.html' title='fyi'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110627947240556954</id><published>2005-01-21T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:51:12.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;now i know what it feels like to get pissed at the ones you love even tho they dint do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so much for a lousy night, i had to awake this morn and seem to be pissed with my aunt and bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but i couldnt help it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my aunt was trying to help me and i was just giving her frank answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i hate it when tht happens to me and i'm really sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the same thing has been happening the past couple of nights. and last night was just the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i felt like dying. i really did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and to &lt;strong&gt;the best brother in the world&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm really sorry i gave you a kurt answer this morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;thanks for not blowing back at me or we both would have fought at 5 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110627947240556954?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110627947240556954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110627947240556954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110627947240556954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110627947240556954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-so-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m so sorry'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110587023993853692</id><published>2005-01-16T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T02:10:39.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i never knew &lt;strong&gt;death &lt;/strong&gt;would be so hard to cope with. especially when it's so many years later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really really really wish you were here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i know you would have been great to me and i would know what you're like. you left before that was possible and left me standing here, clueless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i want you back here. &lt;strong&gt;i really do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110587023993853692?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110587023993853692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110587023993853692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110587023993853692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110587023993853692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/01/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110567902135636483</id><published>2005-01-14T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:03:41.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ahh... yes yes. i'm home from camp. i've learnt a couple of things too. but we'll get to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i guess i dont regret going for camp coz it was pretty fun i guess. i really dint like the first day tho, but the second and last was alright. the only thing worth complaining abt was the toilet but i wont bother to.  we went to the mangroves on the first day and we did water activities on the 2nd. as much as i dint wanna fall in the water coz of reasons, i did! coz i saw nic fall in and i wanted to give her a hand up but i slipped and went straight in. ahaha. classic. it was damn funny. and i managed to scratch myself on the rope wall up coz i lost footing. ahaha. ah well. clumsy me. then we nicely got yelled at on the 2nd day again. as usual. nothing new. and on the 3rd day, we went to the rainforest. it was so tiring. but it was fun none the less. AND I'VE LEARNT NEVER TO ALWAYS KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE GROUND WHEN WALKING IN THE RAIN FOREST OR YOU MIGHT GET SMASHED IN THE HEAD BY A TREE BRANCH! after that, it was chinese dinner then home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we were all so tired after camp. i came back to school and we all waited for zackie and mrs armstrong. coz he came to pick me up and mrs armstrong was gonna give us a lift back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it was so good to be back home. i had one really nice long shower and then i came on for awhile. but my comp screwed up badly. so i dint update. ahaha. well, then  my aunt came home and we gin-ed till 1 am. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110567902135636483?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110567902135636483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110567902135636483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110567902135636483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110567902135636483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-home.html' title='i&apos;m home.'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110536271105400864</id><published>2005-01-10T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T05:13:53.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be on my way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'll be camping tmr. which means i'll be in malaysia for the next 3 days. it's kinda sad really coz zackie's sick and i'll be gone. )= i'm sorry baby. i've finally managed to shove everything bloody thing i need in my bag. argh. i think camp's gonna suck. i dont know. 1 min, i'm so on abt the idea and the next i just dont feel like going. it's so stupid really. i feel so messed up. ahaha. this is pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and when i come home from camp, i'll be so tired and my aunt will be here. i'm excited abt that. but somehow, camp's ruining it. ahaha. at least i'll have friday off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;let's all hope that the next 3 days will go by pretty quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'll miss all you guys especially my baby boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110536271105400864?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110536271105400864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110536271105400864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110536271105400864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110536271105400864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/01/ill-be-on-my-way.html' title='i&apos;ll be on my way.'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110515084132276030</id><published>2005-01-08T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T18:20:41.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so the weekend's here and the first week of school has come and gone. dint seem that bad tho. 'cept that we had a lot of talks and briefings abt subjects and camp. studies are starting properly next week if we can just figure out how to use our timetable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;camp's next week... i think i have everything. now i'm just figuring out how the hell i wanna pack my bag. i feel so lazy. i'm really really not used to school yet. rahss... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and it's been ages since i wrote smth nice in my black book. maybe i should try to write smth soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110515084132276030?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110515084132276030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110515084132276030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110515084132276030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110515084132276030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-weekend.html' title='the first weekend...'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110473840200231612</id><published>2005-01-03T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:46:42.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ah well. it's back to school. the first person to greet me was carla. ahaha. she was hugging me. damn i miss her. school's pretty much boring on the first day. i guess my sec 3 class is pretty alright. quite a number of familiar faces. gonna go to camp on from the 11th-14th. some eco camp in malaysia. i'm kinda half-hearted. haha. well... no technology for 3 days. no phone and no music. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;damn. i need a sleeping bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110473840200231612?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110473840200231612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110473840200231612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110473840200231612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110473840200231612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2005/01/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110451902283030287</id><published>2004-12-31T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T10:50:22.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;it suddenly feels like i'm running a race, like i have to be somewhere and i have to do smth by a certain time. trying to please people. i spent a certain amount of time stonning today, while looking at the fishes. i guess i did a lot of thinking as well. seems odd. during the holidays, i was in a hurry. christmas shopping had to be done. i wanted to meet my friends and everything. this week is the last week i have before i head back to school. i've realised that i havent had time alone with myself... till today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALVIRA MORTISHA VERTRUVIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110451902283030287?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110451902283030287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110451902283030287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110451902283030287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110451902283030287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110430952250305804</id><published>2004-12-29T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:38:42.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;watching bbc or cnn the past few days has made me feel that i'm really lucky. i have the comfort of my home and i'm surrounded by the ones i trully cherish and love. whereas, those who have been affected by the earthquake and tsunami have just lost everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;imagine waking up one day and realising that everything's just... gone. that everyone has left you and you're all alone with no house, no food. nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;honestly, society today has taken too much without giving any back. maybe that's why everyone's so corrupted. everyone just wants more and more and more for themselves, without thinking of people who actually NEED it more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110430952250305804?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/feeds/110430952250305804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805604&amp;postID=110430952250305804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110430952250305804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805604/posts/default/110430952250305804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlaye.blogspot.com/2004/12/watching-bbc-or-cnn-past-few-days-has_29.html' title=''/><author><name>rene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15040645376807591197</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-9805604.post-110416339145647635</id><published>2004-12-28T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T08:50:04.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so it starts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so i begin this blog idea all over again and i'm not even expecting much out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;words that seemed to flow so easily out of me before for everyone to see, seems so strange all of a sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well christmas was fine. considering the fact that i saw a lot of people i havent seen in awhile but i'm just so damn tired right now and i just cannot be bothered to do anything since it's over. i'm just gonna be relaxing this last week away. sims 2 anyone? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805604-110416339145647635?l=ashlaye.blogspot.com' alt='' 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