<?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-12472889</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:44:54.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you and i collide</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12472889.post-113637262124104058</id><published>2006-01-04T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T03:03:41.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lights and sounds</title><content type='html'>oh yay. yellowcard's album is gonna be released in the u.s on the 24th this month. (according to gwen) hope it gets here really soon!&lt;br /&gt;i watched the lights and sounds vid on mtv!!!! argh. it's really really nice. and i think they have a new guitarist cos ben harper apparently wanted to go solo or smth like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you know what happens to guys who wanna go solo. take brian mcfadden as example. heh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today's the 2nd day of school. it still hasn't struck me that i'm a sec 3.  the teachers, or should i say the subjects are all pretty dry. not looking forward to it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but definitely looking forward to cca selection! yeah! though our creative drill is still not tops, but... still left a few days to practice at least. so i hope the weather will be good tomorrow AND esp friday. we're setting up the stall tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the banner... okay, i shouldn't talk about it. i mean it's hung up and stuff but... aiya that day sihui was really pissed about it, i could tell. cos the guys tore it and it's now all patched up (though you can't tell at all). but all's fine and dandy now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!!! gwen and soo came back yesterday! though we met already the day before yesterday... but i still miss them loads!!  haha. still love the way 2C craps like hell in class. and apparently nobody in 3L finds yuelong funny. weird huh. poor guy. i seriously think the class is too quiet. hell of a difference. and i hate it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess things are just starting to warm up... so, yeah, hope it's gonna be an awesome class after we get to know each other better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwen! i'm gonna get scolded tomorrow cos my chinese textbook is still with you! i hate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-113637262124104058?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/113637262124104058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=113637262124104058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113637262124104058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113637262124104058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2006/01/lights-and-sounds.html' title='lights and sounds'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-113517185165137490</id><published>2005-12-21T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T05:30:51.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it ends up all the same</title><content type='html'>i can't believe the banner is now weathering the terrible rain. but thank God it's still in one piece and un-smudged now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. proves that the bookshop paint is of good quality. NOTE: if you wanna paint a banner, get your paint from the AH bookshop(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ccis officially SUCKS. and i actually thought it was gonna be fun...-.-&lt;br /&gt;but slacking with chew, kah hui and rachel was fun. heh. all the beef and christmas trees, PLUS talking bout all the wEiRD people we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, and we hung the banner on tues(:&lt;br /&gt;the bb did all the work.&lt;br /&gt;(have you ever eaten chicken rice on the roof?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's QUITE eye-catching...(SO eye-catching that ann gi didn't even see it huh... cos she didn't bother to LIFT her head up to LOOK -.-)&lt;br /&gt;this sucks &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS is coming!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-113517185165137490?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/113517185165137490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=113517185165137490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113517185165137490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113517185165137490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-ends-up-all-same.html' title='it ends up all the same'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-113412995646479080</id><published>2005-12-09T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T04:05:56.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so little time, so much to do.</title><content type='html'>it's STILL in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the banner is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;. and i like it :) hope it'll turn out great!&lt;br /&gt;(i think i can draw the gb badge with my eyes CLOSED. sheesh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought the whole of dec was free. ccis takes up like 60 hours of my life. aeugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-113412995646479080?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/113412995646479080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=113412995646479080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113412995646479080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113412995646479080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-little-time-so-much-to-do.html' title='so little time, so much to do.'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-113344093320699444</id><published>2005-12-01T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T04:42:42.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn off the lights</title><content type='html'>why the hell are the blogger instructions in chinese? luckily i remember where to click. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yeah! i'm back from bangkok and bonding camp! :D&lt;br /&gt;both were great, but bangkok was obviously BETTER, cos i could buy tonnes of things for myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangkok was great, and i spent as much money as i could. hurhur. the stuff there are so damn cheap, great for shopping with gwen, nien, soo and min :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was fun too. AND I PASSED MY STAGE 2 DRILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! relieved. and note to gwen: when you and soo came running into the canteen shouting 'aurial rocks' WHILE all the girls were having lunch, they thought you guys were crazy and that i was as crazy as the both of you. thanks for that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love to my group!!! liting, yu wei, jiaen, ju yee, tiffany, trinda, joycelyn and audrey L :D&lt;br /&gt;it was great squeezing into that small room with you guys. haha. it was even smaller than the gb store can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for next year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-113344093320699444?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/113344093320699444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=113344093320699444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113344093320699444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113344093320699444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/12/turn-off-lights.html' title='turn off the lights'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-113332968156793897</id><published>2005-11-29T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:48:01.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who i am hates who ive been</title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;realised that since aurials comp is down, i guess youll be having me around more often.&lt;br /&gt;the poor thing is at gb camp now.&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the groovy earrings you got me from thailand though.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;boys are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;throw rocks at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on, i shall live by that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedric is oh so hot.&lt;br /&gt;hothothot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, gwen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-113332968156793897?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/113332968156793897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=113332968156793897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113332968156793897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113332968156793897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-i-am-hates-who-ive-been.html' title='who i am hates who ive been'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-113221352466909858</id><published>2005-11-17T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:45:24.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dare you to move</title><content type='html'>chalets chalets chalets NON-STOP. almost died of exhaustion due to being awake for like 36hours straight?&lt;br /&gt;i know this is a little late, but i shall still pen this down anyhow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia hui stayed over at my house the night before to do some prep work for the 6-1 chalet. talk about prep. aeugh, all of it went down the drain because of the horrendous weather. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the peeps were pretty late so whoever came first started playing cards cause there was practically nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;and FINALLY, the guys came with the charcoal and all those crap to start the fire so that we didn't have to survive on pizza (which was the only pre-cooked food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took them a PRETTY long time to get the fire going but they did it anyhow. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;barbeque barbeque barbeque (ooh, thank God for the pizzas. heh)&lt;br /&gt;it was about 7? yup, if i'm not wrong , when we started our water games. HAHA. i was slogging my butt off tying those plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fun but i had to leave early for ecp. it's not fun when you're semi-wet and have to take the public transport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwen was contradicting herself cos she couldn't decide whether to go anot (mainly cos of the thunder and all) and so i had to wait for her like hell IN THE COLD. WITH MY HANDS FULL not to mention. but we went anyhow. you don't know how much i just love you, gwen. (:&lt;br /&gt;her mum fetched us there and she wanted to talk to nick, which is when me and gwen freaked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that both of us got pretty busted cos of this chalet. right gwen? haha. so when we arrived we started calling EVERYONE to tell them to say the right stuff to her mum and i finally managed to contact nick. sheesh, that was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bloody laughed at because of my chattering teeth. couldn't help it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward. it started to rain when we were slacking in the open for an hour and a half or so...&lt;br /&gt;we kinda anticipated the rain but still pitched a bloody tent. how smart. and we KNEW we were gonna have to strike the freakin tent when it rains. gosh, the stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and to add to THAT (yes, there's more) we found a spot near a pavillion so that we could seek shelter in it when the rain comes. so bottomline is, we're dumbos who know the rain was coming but camped out for the fun of it eventhough we know we're all gonna get wet and struck by lightning or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was still fun. hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;made numerous trips to 7-eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, gwen, elton and yi qian went to play by the sea. how weird. and we dug DEEP DEEP holes to bury gwen. she had quite a bit of trouble getting out. we wanted to leave her there at first but nah.... we're not that bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo was the earliest, so she came along when all of us were on our way to get our "breakfast".&lt;br /&gt;the others came around, 9? yup and OBVIOUSLY didn't play ANY of the planned games cause of the weather AGAIN. but we did have fun by the big rock(: haha, vandalism in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1059/1600/2C%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1059/320/2C%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;oh, and one part i definately won't forget. nien went home to take some money but never did come back cos she fell asleep at home, ON THE SOFA. leaving all of us PENNILESS not to mention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked in at around 3+ and the first thing the guys did was to sleep, and filling up the damn room with the smell of their sweat. the weather was bad, as usual. so we had to resort to indoor games. i didn't barbeque at all, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;the fire was even more terrible than the one in the 6-1 chalet, so poline's dad came with some torch thang so we could have food to eat. many thanks to wendy for preparing all the food!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to catch some sleep at around 12. thank God. but it ain't fun squeezing on the matteress with 2 other people. unlike elton, who was the earliset to sleep and got all the space. and min too. soo was sleeping UNDER the bed. weird. but at least i got sufficient sleep so i didn't act like some drunkard, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and thank God for the bath (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love to those who stayed for both nights! and gwen, eventhough she didn't stay the 2nd night. and bao wen! it was great to have you around for the 2nd night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning was just sloppy. but i did try out rollerblading(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this bond is unbreakable(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love 2C lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;min- the blanket snatcher&lt;br /&gt;soo hiang- the crazy under-bedder.haha.&lt;br /&gt;nicholas- the guy who got hit by me cos i couldn't see in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;yuelong- lamest guy on earth and the ass poke-r&lt;br /&gt;bao wen- loudspeaker and no.1 xuan xuan fan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;tszedeng- the joker who hung his clothes all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;elton- master of fast break!!!!&lt;br /&gt;poline- the one who tried to wake everyone up and talk.&lt;br /&gt;gwen- the one who sang mo li hua NON-STOP and my partner in crime(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-113221352466909858?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/113221352466909858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=113221352466909858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113221352466909858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113221352466909858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/11/dare-you-to-move.html' title='dare you to move'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-113152742684961186</id><published>2005-11-09T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:12:11.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>backh ome</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i must stick wit u forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im back from shnaghai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booooya&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to repeat my LONG post so anyone whose actually REMOTELY interested can go to my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysecretcloset.blogspot.com"&gt;www.mysecretcloset.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;the trip ROCKED.&lt;br /&gt;there is still hope for our sec two boys. *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;did a major restocking of accersories&lt;br /&gt;and I LOVE 2C MORE THAN EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to classchalet tonight.&lt;br /&gt;but have to get through blasted ballet first.&lt;br /&gt;auegh.&lt;br /&gt;and im only allowed to stay ONE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;rentals. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the list of albums i NEED to get:&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 Fallout boy s- From under the cork tree&lt;br /&gt;2. My chemical romance- Three cheers for sweet revenge&lt;br /&gt;3. Franz Ferdinand- You could have it so much better&lt;br /&gt;4. Blink 182- Greatest hits album&lt;br /&gt;5. jASON mRAZ- mR a-z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the last sentence didnt come out right.&lt;br /&gt;and oreo, only you know why im posting the wanted albums in OUR blog instead of MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo, ii shaLL eNd heeerE horxxx. eeuuuww aLL mus taKKaiiRe worxxx. dUUUn missH mIIe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;my skills arent that bad doncha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A NICE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE ME, gwen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-113152742684961186?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/113152742684961186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=113152742684961186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113152742684961186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113152742684961186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/11/backh-ome.html' title='backh ome'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-113006463333534580</id><published>2005-10-23T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:50:33.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm dying of boredom here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things going on here i can barely think.&lt;br /&gt;1. food and fun fair shit. it's ALMOST done. and the most last minute thing 2C has ever planned. there's just this whole sms-thing going around, like receiving 10 messages per min-all to tell everyone what to bring and do. aeugh.&lt;br /&gt;2. primary school chalet. the dates are all messed up. and kevin even promised to fork out 50 bucks if we can book on a date he's able to come. blahblah. and AS USUAL,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; have to ask my mum/dad to go down personally to make the booking. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;3. 2C chalet. like, is any planning going on?!?!?! all i know is that anna has already booked the chalet and the rest is just.....?&lt;br /&gt;4. thank God i'm not going to shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;5. OH! art audition! the topics are like.. well, gotta go find inspiration and ideas, like i ever did that. hur hur. hope i won't flunk it in sec 3... heard alot of 2D girls are taking too. AHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be over soon. hope i'll make it through ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you drowning or just waving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-113006463333534580?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/113006463333534580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=113006463333534580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113006463333534580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/113006463333534580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-another-day.html' title='just another day'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112939193516663712</id><published>2005-10-15T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T08:58:55.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mikey!</title><content type='html'>i'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;mikeymikeymikeymikeymikeymikeymikeymikeymikeymikeyMIKEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gwen says my craze over mikey is just as bad as hers over james bourne...-quite true actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwen's probably having a great time with ****** in camp. even though she called at like 5.30pm just to tell me how much she DREADS the camp. and how she only liked the night games. oh whatever. at least i'm in my air-conditioned room, &lt;strong&gt;watching dvds&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;listening to music&lt;/strong&gt; (: (note to gwen:i won't forget how you made me jealous when i went for hike :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are ooover!! went out with nien, gwen, min min, elisa, soo hiang after chinese paper. we had SO much fun. damn tired after that though. went to cathay and wanted to watch a movie actually BUT our dearest min min forgot her GLASSES after being LATE for 30 mins. sheesh, so all of us decided to be nice and forgo the movie. hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.. took neos for a record-breaking 4 times. all that money, for a worthless sticker of myself and a few friends. HAHA. just kidding.IT WAS EXTREMELY FUN!! (no sacarsm intended) all the squeezing, posing, screaming(that certainly brought alot of stares...) and reading those japanese words which we didn't understand at all!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent like 30 mins deciding on a place to have lunch. what FUN! and then another 20 mins hunting down each other in the shopping mall because me and gwen sneaked into hmv without them knowing. HAH! and 10 mins calling each other because we lost some people again...how time consuming. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, we had so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, it's gonna be the start of all the planning which will all come down to only one miserable day of fun. but it's worth it, no?&lt;br /&gt;so much to do yet so little time. my whole darn holiday is fully booked. mostly cause of braces.&lt;br /&gt;and the food and fun fair thing is like hanging in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. everything is gonna be alright, be strong, believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mikey-lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112939193516663712?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112939193516663712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112939193516663712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112939193516663712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112939193516663712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/10/mikey.html' title='mikey!'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112917610911858248</id><published>2005-10-12T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:01:49.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MCR!</title><content type='html'>the post below is about gwyneth's new obsession:son of dork&lt;br /&gt;it sounds just like busted. typical gwen.&lt;br /&gt;gwyneth! if you are reading this, i bet you're not gonna post anything for the next 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is me AND gwen's love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1059/1600/mikeyandfrank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1059/320/mikeyandfrank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankie (the one in white) and mikey (in the background but still looking cute.) of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they're kinda dark (cos they're obsessed with blood and they smoke) and are not exactly people we should look up to... but they make good music, so WHO CARES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1059/1600/mikeyway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1059/320/mikeyway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mikey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mikeymikeymikeymikeymikeymikeymikeymikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 down, 1 to go! chinese tomorrow. 5 comprehensions!!!! i'd rather die. i'm gonna read them at the pace of a snail (as usual) and FAIL. or maybe get a 48.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sick of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Of You - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;I never said I'd lie in wait forever&lt;br /&gt;If I died we'd be together now&lt;br /&gt;I can't always just forget her&lt;br /&gt;But she could try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;Or the last thing I see&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Could I?&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that you never ever told me&lt;br /&gt;And all the smiles that are ever ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;Get the feeling that you're never&lt;br /&gt;All alone and I remember now&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies&lt;br /&gt;She dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;Or the last thing I see&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Could I?&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that you never ever told me&lt;br /&gt;And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Could I?&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me&lt;br /&gt;For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fall…&lt;br /&gt;If I fall…(Down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;Or the last thing I see&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that you never ever told me&lt;br /&gt;And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Never coming home&lt;br /&gt;Could I?&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me&lt;br /&gt;For all the ghosts that are never gonna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112917610911858248?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112917610911858248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112917610911858248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112917610911858248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112917610911858248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/10/mcr.html' title='MCR!'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112910433432463097</id><published>2005-10-12T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T01:05:34.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gwen's obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1059/1600/sonofdork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/1059/400/sonofdork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;aurial is bugging me to blog so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;As you can clearly see from above, THIS is james new band : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SON OF DORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;From the picture, id bet you can infer that they're all SO CUTE AND HOT AND SEXY AND WHATEVER names you wanna call them. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the cutest is still james, second from right.&lt;br /&gt;but aurial thinks the drummer, danny hall, is CUTER.(extreme right) like whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;we both like that rocking fall out boy shirt. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and of cos their music is good. its bustedy! which is a good thing lah.&lt;br /&gt;and YES aurial.&lt;br /&gt;i WILL get your fall out boy.. whilst you get me MY emily the strange. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;english tml.. sad life .. but only two more papers to go so yay!&lt;br /&gt;umm.. we just watched spiderman 2 and now we want to become spiderwomen too! so we can swing and swing and kiss hot guys like tobey mcguire. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;noticed kirsten doesnt wear  BRA. i mean, you can so totally SEE her THINGYS.&lt;br /&gt;she has small ones.&lt;br /&gt;should learn bust exercises from ME.&lt;br /&gt;it SEEMS to be working. i think.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till our shopping adventure. haha. exploring greater heights. and prices. lalalala&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleepover and gorge on chunky soup now! and watch chicky flickies. HMMMM&lt;br /&gt;need to go now...&lt;br /&gt;so WATCH OUT FOR SON OF DORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonofdork.com"&gt;www.sonofdork.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;gwen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112910433432463097?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112910433432463097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112910433432463097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112910433432463097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112910433432463097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/10/gwens-obsession.html' title='gwen&apos;s obsession'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112695921307816032</id><published>2005-09-18T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T05:17:54.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flagday</title><content type='html'>here are 5 ways to get away from flag day people (eg. me) who ask for donations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Pretend you're on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;a simple "hello?" and walk like you're in a hurry OR pretend to look at your phone like it's not working OR just put it by your ear so stupid people (eg. me) will think you're waiting for the other party to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Your hands are "full".&lt;br /&gt;some people put all their small bags into one BIG bag so that it's more convenient right? BUT if they see flag day ppl (eg.me) they'll take out all their small bags and carry them in both hands so their hands will be full. smart? yep. to avoid ppl like ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Carry your child.&lt;br /&gt;this is hilarious. i could tell the lady knew i was gonna approach her so she carried her daughter who was about 3? the girl could WALK on her own already. so i decided not to ask in the end. PLUS her bag was those backpack kind, so it was a lil' inconvenient to like dig for her wallet and all when she's carrying her daughter = don't need to donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pretend to run like your bus is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;i was near a bus stop you see. so people just ran to the bus stop like they were gonna miss the bus or something. i mean, how can you ask someone who's IN A HURRY? large inverted commas there. ok, enough sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Listen to some music!&lt;br /&gt;need i explain more? they can't bloody hear you! WHAT? SIGN LANGUAGE? *point to the coin slot* sure. they look as if they're so absorbed in their music that they give you that "i can listen to no one" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I donated already, just that i didn't take the sticker.&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe some are true. but some are SO NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some of the impressions i got from today's flag day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOST OF THE TIME&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ppl are actually quite nice. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy was like *jokingly* "huh? donate again? all my money go NKF already! all gone!" but he did give me 50 cents though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this guy. he was really nice. he was with his son. the little boy was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me? would you like to donate?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh sure, sure! i used to be in the boys' brigade!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he asked his son to slot in the coin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"boy, paste in on your forehead." &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i laughed and gave him a sticker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and this lady! she didn't want to donate at first. but she came back and said it must be really tough to stand there for so long... blahblah. she donated. so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this cute caucasian asked a few question. it was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;me:"excuse me, would you like to donate?"&lt;br /&gt;him:"so what have you got here?" &lt; really cute way to ask a question&lt;br /&gt;me: "we are having a joint flag day..." blah blah. alot of explanation&lt;br /&gt;him:"oh,so how much do i have to donate?"&lt;br /&gt;me:"any amount would be fine.:&lt;br /&gt;him:"oh okay!" *digs his wallet and fishes out a 10 dollar note*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how generous!!!! he was really bubbly and everything.&lt;br /&gt;jie si was actually hoping he would come again so he could give her 50 bucks or something. RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, there are still really kind people even though there are those who have funny ways of running away from flag day ppl (eg. me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was terrible. my boots were gonna melt into a pool of slush or something. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112695921307816032?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112695921307816032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112695921307816032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112695921307816032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112695921307816032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/09/flagday.html' title='flagday'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112695593675886474</id><published>2005-09-17T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T04:18:56.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as it comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS THE END OF YOU AND ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;man.. you really make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you really think that&lt;br /&gt;I am savagely clinging on to our supposed "friendship"&lt;br /&gt;that I am desperately hoping you'll talk to me again?&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;thats where you're completely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;sure, I'd admit, i was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;initially.&lt;br /&gt;but i got over it and i moved on.&lt;br /&gt;but you?&lt;br /&gt;you keep trying to torture me incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt work you know.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why you're still harping on and on and on about it.&lt;br /&gt;that was SO ten minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe you're not done with me yet.&lt;br /&gt;dont you dare try to make me feel that i  should be weaker.&lt;br /&gt;cos you'll find out,&lt;br /&gt;its you thats wrapped aroung my finger.&lt;br /&gt;why dont you learn to LET GO.&lt;br /&gt;and GET A LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers *gwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112695593675886474?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112695593675886474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112695593675886474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112695593675886474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112695593675886474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-it-comes.html' title='as it comes'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112549613554778973</id><published>2005-08-31T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T06:58:03.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teacher's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy teacher's day to one and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 1.30am last night and woke up at 5.30am. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;min min and me were painting like shit last night.we started at like, 9? yup, she stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out GREAT! although the canteen tables we got were all DIRTY. and there were spills everywhere to smudge our paintings. ARGH! all the effort... anyways, everyone signed and blah. WE PAINTED A SHOE FOR WANG LAO SHI!!!!! it's really nice kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance was fine... i guess the nicest part for me is the part where all the hands came out to form a heart. we were totally off-rhythm. sigh, but it's all over now.me and elisa were really disappointed though. but nevermind. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2C STILL ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GWEN! don't worry, yeah?&lt;/span&gt; always remember that your girlfriends are always there to help you! :) if he's such a jerk then forget it.&lt;br /&gt;glad your day went well though. :) mine was great too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh YAY! you're coming over tomorrow. paper 1 on friday. hope i'll do well for my argumentatives. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the click-five JUST THE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cold and she's cruel&lt;br /&gt;but she knows what she's doin'&lt;br /&gt;She pushed me in the pool&lt;br /&gt;at our last school reunion&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at my dreams&lt;br /&gt;but I dream about her laughter&lt;br /&gt;Strange as it seems&lt;br /&gt;she's the one I'm after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;she's just the girl i'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;for more than an hour&lt;br /&gt;She runs on 100 proof attitude power&lt;br /&gt;And the more she ignores me&lt;br /&gt;the more I adore her&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she sees it's me&lt;br /&gt;on her caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;She won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;She'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;But I can't give up just yet&lt;br /&gt;Cause every word she's ever said&lt;br /&gt;is still ringin' in my head&lt;br /&gt;Still ringin' in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cold and she's cruel&lt;br /&gt;but she knows what she's doin'&lt;br /&gt;Knows just what to say&lt;br /&gt;so my whole day is ruined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Just the girl I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112549613554778973?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112549613554778973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112549613554778973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112549613554778973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112549613554778973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/08/teachers-day.html' title='teacher&apos;s day'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112541071446086370</id><published>2005-08-30T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T06:26:30.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope i die</title><content type='html'>fuck.&lt;br /&gt;this is not a vulgar blog everyone. but FUCK&lt;br /&gt;cleaner version of me is in the other blog.&lt;br /&gt;i cant type aything because some people will see it&lt;br /&gt;did i mention MY HEART IS SHATTERING?&lt;br /&gt;did i?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, aside from the fact he said ooo.. LETS BREAK CONTACT. i hate you( okay he didnt say the last line)&lt;br /&gt;im perfectly FINE.&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;do you go around messing with people like that?&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell man.&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to be great friends.&lt;br /&gt;smooth sailing&lt;br /&gt;but NO.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;you didnt want that at all.&lt;br /&gt;you think you can just be FICKLE all the time?&lt;br /&gt;like as if EVRYONE would follow what you say.&lt;br /&gt;WELL MISTER, NOT ME&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP MAN&lt;br /&gt;I WANNNNNNA &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANNNA CRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but is anybody listening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Standing on a bridge&lt;br /&gt;I'm waitin in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you'd be here by now&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing but the rain&lt;br /&gt;No footsteps on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening but theres no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone tryin to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Wont you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who you are but I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking for a place searching for a face&lt;br /&gt;is anybody here i know&lt;br /&gt;cause nothings going right&lt;br /&gt;and everythigns a mess&lt;br /&gt;and no one likes to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't anyone tryin to find me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gwen&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112541071446086370?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112541071446086370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112541071446086370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112541071446086370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112541071446086370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hope-i-die.html' title='i hope i die'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112264140886077497</id><published>2005-07-29T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T05:50:08.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rehearse.rehearse.ahh.</title><content type='html'>blahblah. haven't been blogging. this blog is so dead. cos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; isn't posting at all. *looks at gwyn* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was an okay-day. had e.lit presentation! i managed to pia finish karana's boring whalebone house with grace yesterday! haha. mrs rod was quite impressed (: ok, fine.&lt;br /&gt;i thought the house was quite nice, although it was slanted. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHANNES' AND NIEN YUAN'S PLAY WAS SUPER LAME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i bet it was pretty improm-tu since they have not gotten anything done the day before. but it still turned out funny and interesting. tsze deng is a dog &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. he barks just like one. and karana's abalone doesn't come in cans!! HAHA. it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so damn amusing&lt;/span&gt;. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lit lesson ate into our pe though. wasn't in a mood to run anyway. i dread 2.4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had CD lesson, like finally. we didn't have any since school reopened though... it was this ling ling jie or something? ya, whatever. the lesson was more of boring than ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh... then me and grace quickly changed to full uni when grace found out in the toilet that she forgot to bring her landyard=cannot wear uniform. cos it wasn't a complete set. the other gb gals in the toilet were rushing cos had to fall in at 1.50. so in the end grace became our maid in the toilet... helping us to carry stuff, pin our hair, put badges or whatever crap. haha. &lt;strong&gt;love you, grace!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the rehearsal. sheesh. had to stand for about 20++ mins? yup, the ncc people had to redo the marking thing for all the marching contingents. choir was warming up and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;"warm-up" rehearsal. actual rehearsal. recollections are such a waste of time! blahblahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we were dismissed! but apparently still had many things we needed to improve on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, last year's parade was so different, much better compared to this year's though... our bangs and stuff were already so nice the first time we rehearsed with other ccas, as in all the contingents together...((: last year's parade was great! but apparently there's this big shot vip this time round. which makes us even more stressed cos we have to do even better. arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to stay back cos our turnings suck. practiced with the bb. and aurelia did the "sound effects". it was so funny. aurelia was like the band. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then guides and scouts joined us in the end, haha, making it another mini rehearsal. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got to go home in the end. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran during pe. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stood under the hot sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. not really tired actually. ate. tv. good&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112264140886077497?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112264140886077497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112264140886077497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112264140886077497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112264140886077497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/07/rehearserehearseahh.html' title='rehearse.rehearse.ahh.'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112107065142056017</id><published>2005-07-11T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T03:02:18.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gwyneth's blogging FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>aurial. the real issue here is that YOUR mum allows you to go to GOOD CHARLOTTE'S CONCERT, NOISE TO THE WORLD. may i remind you, GOOD CHARLOTTE. its joel madden we are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WANNA GO. but the reality is that my mum is STRONGLY AGAINST IT. i hope our plan works... cos i really wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;i can actually imagine them on the stage, singing we believe and looking hot.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be like heaven. even better than disney world.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should runaway from home... maybe...&lt;br /&gt;im sick of this life. im sick of everything...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna escape...&lt;br /&gt;do you have zero trust in me? what makes you think im going to get drunk or do drugs?&lt;br /&gt;you say im a rebel. have you ever seen whats outside in the real world?&lt;br /&gt;consider yourself lucky that im not like every other ordinary teenager. be grateful...&lt;br /&gt;should i disobey you? should i just push you away and go to the concert to have the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;its been my dream.&lt;br /&gt;the pint is. i HAVE to go. i dont care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gwen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112107065142056017?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112107065142056017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112107065142056017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112107065142056017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112107065142056017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/07/gwyneths-blogging-finally.html' title='gwyneth&apos;s blogging FINALLY.'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112100153388534218</id><published>2005-07-10T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T06:21:24.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfair. unfair.</title><content type='html'>it's really magical how songs totally put you in the mood of something huh. really don't know what life would be like WITHOUT music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;worst day of my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mum allowed me to go good charlotte concert.&lt;br /&gt;i can totally pay for the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;had high hopes. how stupid.&lt;br /&gt;gwen's parents &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STRONGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; disapproved.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;mum doesn't want me to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;have not booked the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;don't think i'll be going.&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?&lt;br /&gt;guess it's just the way God wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's like throwing away this once in a lifetime opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;and gwen's parents are just depriving her of what she's passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;going to the concert will be such a mind-blowing experience, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;it's just like the most magical thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it won't be fun going ALONE. like duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teen angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me stop thinking about this for ONE second.&lt;br /&gt;went to church today, was terribly late, so me and gwen just went to that lil' room called the library. read some books. blah. went for lesson after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson was about, hm... the beattitudes (beautiful attitudes)&lt;br /&gt;so we talked about being pure in heart, knowing that you're a sinner by nature, but not letting that control you, and instead do right and do your best to not sin. ((: meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i really understand in depth and take something back with me. ((: unlike in the past where i just go for the sake of being there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. there's some book test thing tomorrow. i have not read any of the 2 books!!&lt;br /&gt;and life science quiz. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfair. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unfair.&lt;/span&gt; why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall to Pieces- Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked away&lt;br /&gt;then I looked back at you,&lt;br /&gt;You tried to say&lt;br /&gt;things that you can't undo,&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd never get over you&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it through the fall,&lt;br /&gt;Make it through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sit and stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;I'd be with till the end.&lt;br /&gt;When I come undone&lt;br /&gt;you bring me back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back under the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Back into your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sit and stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know where to start,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what this means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what is real.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know everything... Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sit and stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sit and stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm in love with you... I'm in love with you, I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you... I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112100153388534218?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112100153388534218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112100153388534218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112100153388534218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112100153388534218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/07/unfair-unfair.html' title='unfair. unfair.'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-112021841205193740</id><published>2005-07-01T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T04:48:02.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHS sports day.</title><content type='html'>sports day today...blah. the GB cheer was great! (((: even though we didn't win. tsz man and a few of them were pretty disappointed, guess they didn't do as well as they expected. but no worries!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're all WINNERS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yay! love you guys loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GB whoosh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GWEN, YOU DID IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told ya you'd win ((: yeah man. YOU WON!!! love you tonnes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockin' song by blink 182.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you-Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I can go on forever again&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know that my one bad day will end&lt;br /&gt;I will go down as your lover, your friend&lt;br /&gt;Give me your lips and with one kiss we begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of being alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am, I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of leaving tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am, I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave my room open till sunrise for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my eyes patiently focused on you&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now I can hear footsteps I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;And if you will, keep me from waking to believe this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of being alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am, I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of leaving tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am, I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of being alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am, I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of leaving tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am, I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of being alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am, I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of leaving tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am, I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-112021841205193740?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/112021841205193740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=112021841205193740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112021841205193740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/112021841205193740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahs-sports-day.html' title='AHS sports day.'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-111945641840651031</id><published>2005-06-23T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T09:39:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>training camp.</title><content type='html'>heyhey, back from camp. ((: the camp was... okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...first day, divided the groups and stuff... went to our dorms. was almost late.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in RUTH! with tsz man, min hui and all those peeps... our group had like only 5 people while the other groups had like, so many lah... urgh, making it so bloody difficult to do that skit thing and wash the toilets. blah. the skit thing was so last minute...hah.but we had a fun time playing multiple roles, due to the lack of ppl. PLUS, inggrid left on the second day. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;wrote the script, wrote the script, wrote the script, narrated, narrated, narrated. but nah, it's okay that we didn't win, we tried our BEST! ((: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO RUTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui min's group (esther) won that skit thing... hahahahaha, so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played games on the first night. haha, the games were gross!!! okay, maybe not all, but only the one with the goo-ey stuff which we had to slide through. what was it again? oh ya, pepper, ketchup, flour, water and leaves. and the whole dorm A went to drag audrey into that plastic sheet... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, day two... did the sports day prep thing... couldn't really settle on the cheer at first, but i guess they choreographed some stuff at the end of the day. eh, the weather was crap... the sec 1s were supposed to do field cooking but could't cos of the rain. *sigh* but anyways, we ate our dinner at the "hotel" and got the chicken cooked by fushun-ge. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the skit presentation, mt ophir presentation and finally, kelina's farewell! i think many of us cried. *sniff* (:&lt;br /&gt;celebration for the bday peeps and me, bao wen, jia en, ju-ee, hui yi and kelina concocted this mixture. hehehehehehehh.. thanks to aurelia for supplying us with the drink, vineager, wasabae and chilli!! it was for the bday people. &lt;strong&gt;HAH!&lt;/strong&gt; doubt they finished both cups even though they each had a spoonful. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had founder's day rehearsal today. it was boring. as usual. just stood there for i-dont'-know-how-long minutes. but it wasn't that bad. we had to replace those scouts and ncc ppl cos they didn't come or something like that, since we had the most ppl and haven't break camp yet...blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SLEEP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hah. biyu came to return me the CDs. oh well, we talked for awhile...haha, maybe a lil' too long. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! have a whole truck-load of homework which i can't be bothered to touch man. HELP!!! still have rehearsal on friday. urgh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i LOVE holidays + homework&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-111945641840651031?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/111945641840651031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=111945641840651031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111945641840651031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111945641840651031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/06/training-camp.html' title='training camp.'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-111911303130562232</id><published>2005-06-18T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T09:54:19.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oliver james!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE song from THE movie soundtrack. haha. best ever! gwen: *screams*   aurial: *screams as well*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-life - Duncan Sheik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in the living room&lt;br /&gt;and it's one of those moments&lt;br /&gt;when everything is so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the truth goes back into hiding&lt;br /&gt;I want to decide 'cause it's worth deciding&lt;br /&gt;to work on finding something more than this fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes so much out of me to pretend&lt;br /&gt;tell me now, tell me how to make amends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, I need to see the daylight&lt;br /&gt;to leave behind this half-life&lt;br /&gt;don't you see I'm breaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, something here don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;this is just a half-life&lt;br /&gt;is there really no escape?&lt;br /&gt;no escape from time&lt;br /&gt;of any kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;this thing and that thing, my fellow man&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll let you know&lt;br /&gt;when i figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I don't mind a few mysteries&lt;br /&gt;they can stay that way it's fine by me&lt;br /&gt;and you are another mystery i am missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes so much out of me to pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, I need to see the daylight&lt;br /&gt;to leave behind this half-life&lt;br /&gt;don't you see I'm breaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, something here don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;this is just a half-life&lt;br /&gt;is there really no escape?&lt;br /&gt;no escape from time&lt;br /&gt;of any kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause lately something here don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;this is just a half-life,&lt;br /&gt;without you I am breaking down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me, let me see the daylight&lt;br /&gt;save me from this half-life&lt;br /&gt;let's you and I escape&lt;br /&gt;escape from time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;come on lets fall in love&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-111911303130562232?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/111911303130562232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=111911303130562232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111911303130562232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111911303130562232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='(((:'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-111894030888072202</id><published>2005-06-17T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:47:56.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mood.</title><content type='html'>hah readers, today's your lucky day! cos yours truly, is in a blogging mood! haha. as if anyone's gonna take time to read my junk. boo. (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...i just read this little newspaper thing from The Straits Times. yep, urban, you know urban? yup, that lil fashion guide thing. heh. back to the topic, ya. last page features &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NICK ATKINSON from ROOSTER!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*screams* ok, he's hot. i'm gonna cut it out. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see... it's some page where he talks about what he keeps in his bag. SO CUTE! but yes, sorry to disappoint you screaming teenage girls, he has a girlfriend. (not surprising though, i mean, he is SO cute. so yes, the truth hurts.) apparently they were in japan before they came to singapore for their Hard Rock Cafe concert which me and gwen missed. (i still feel like killing myself for that, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... interesting bag he has there...he keeps some neoprints which was taken at some airport. and this cute bart simpson CD case with bart showing off his ass. and it says 'feast your eyes' on the cover... hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough about nick... even though he's hot and i can just go on and on about him. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, 6-1 class chalet last wednesday! it was pretty okay... we didn't really play much games...except for that water bomb thing where &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of us attacked kevin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;hm, talked to the girls a whole lot (esp biyu!) it was nice, catching up on what we've missed. yaddah yaddah. the guys, the girls... even though not many turned up...(and it was pretty last minute as well..hah) it was... nice. ((((: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love you 6-1 peeps!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rock on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh..my homework's piling up like shit. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whateVer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. love ya, biyu! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-111894030888072202?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/111894030888072202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=111894030888072202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111894030888072202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111894030888072202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/06/mood.html' title='mood.'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-111891247116948538</id><published>2005-06-16T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T02:04:34.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when september ends.</title><content type='html'>hey. yep, i changed the song-the song both of us are&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SO&lt;/span&gt; crazily in love with. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;anyways, beijing was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. totally enjoyed myself, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...went to gwen's church last Sunday. it was....new, erm...nice as well. heh. you're/we're gonna lead worship 2 weeks later, right gwen? sheesh... i'd rather play the piano or something.hah. oh, by the way...the teachers are really nice. the sermon was nice too...well, the speaker was good actually...i didn't fall asleep!(thankfully! haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um...the whole thing was...nice? can't wait to go back next week though. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smiles smiles smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smiles smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rockin song by greenday.enj&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;y. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends - Greenday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and past,&lt;br /&gt;the innocent can never last.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;Like my fathers come to pass,&lt;br /&gt;seven years has gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rain again,&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in my pain again,&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are.&lt;br /&gt;As my memory rests,&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and past,&lt;br /&gt;the innocent can never last.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;Ring out the bells again,&lt;br /&gt;like we did when Spring began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rain again,&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in my pain again,&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are.&lt;br /&gt;As my memory rests,&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and past,&lt;br /&gt;the innocent can never last.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my fathers come to pass,&lt;br /&gt;twenty years has gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-111891247116948538?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/111891247116948538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=111891247116948538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111891247116948538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111891247116948538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/06/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='wake me up when september ends.'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-111641959722912603</id><published>2005-05-18T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T05:39:15.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exams are ooooo-ver</title><content type='html'>hah, gwyneth, you're lazy man. ask you go do the tagboard thing and it's not even up yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER&lt;/span&gt;!!! yayness. but i don't even feel relaxed (probably cause i've been slacking everyday during the exams, so yeah, no big diff. heh.) oh well.... at least i don't have to mug till 12 everyday, for now at least. *relieved*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for NOW, i just can't wait for the results to be out. cos what i'm gonna do during the holidays pretty much depends on GWEN'S results. (((: her parents will only allow her to stay over if her results are good, so.... urgh, gwen, i SHOULD have forced you to mug! hah, i sound eevil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE ARE GOING TO THE ROOSTER CONCERT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. eh, it was advertised on power 98, and gwen's bro was being such a tattle-tale after she switched on the radio to listen to the concert details.(love your bro, gwen.he's just the NICEST to actually tell on you! he rocks!) anyways, LUCKILY gwen called me to tune in. blah. the reception was sucky.but yay! i caught the concert details JUST IN TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah...hope there's no age limit or smth like that... it's just the BEST when you go to a concert, all ready to go in and watch the band perform, and get high, then those ticket ppl stop you outside the cafe and say you're underaged. NICE. but it's very unlikely since they don't have explicit lyrics.(like eminem...no offence.)&lt;br /&gt;just praying that we'd be able to go. heh, then that will be the best thing that could happen before i depart for beijing the next day. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO! ROOSTER CONCERT, HERE WE COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over exams are over exams are over. yay yay yay &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a really nice song. should go check out the music video.it's really cool. yep, the lyrics are really meaningful as well. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Believe- Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Theres a woman crying out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Her world has changed&lt;br /&gt;She asks God why&lt;br /&gt;Her only son has died&lt;br /&gt;And now her daughter cries&lt;br /&gt;She cant sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown another day for all the suits and ties&lt;br /&gt;Another war to fight&lt;br /&gt;Theres no regard for life&lt;br /&gt;How do they sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;How can we make things right&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna make this right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe(x6)&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all the same&lt;br /&gt;Human in all our ways and all our pain&lt;br /&gt;(So let it be)&lt;br /&gt;Theres a love that could fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;(Let us see)&lt;br /&gt;Let forgiveness wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;(What we need)&lt;br /&gt;And no one really knows what they are searching for&lt;br /&gt;(We believe)&lt;br /&gt;This world is crying for so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe(x6)&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe(x5)&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this world is too much for you to take&lt;br /&gt;Just lay it down and follow me&lt;br /&gt;Ill be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;In every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe(x6)&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-111641959722912603?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/111641959722912603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=111641959722912603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111641959722912603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111641959722912603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/05/exams-are-ooooo-ver.html' title='exams are ooooo-ver'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-111587558700493915</id><published>2005-05-11T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T00:11:46.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gifts and curses</title><content type='html'>exams are here, we're stressed. de-stressing now.........no, wait, i mean SLACKING. =D&lt;br /&gt;here's a nice nice song. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts and Curses-Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;Mary belongs to the words of a song.&lt;br /&gt;I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her.&lt;br /&gt;But she will not wait for me anymore, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say all those things before I was sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She is the one), but I have a purpose,&lt;br /&gt;(She is the one), and I have to fight this,&lt;br /&gt;(she is the one), the villain I can't knock down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face with every punch I take,&lt;br /&gt;and every bone I break, it's all for you.&lt;br /&gt;And my worst pains are words I cannot say,&lt;br /&gt;still I will always fight on for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's alive in the bright New York sky,&lt;br /&gt;the city lights shine for her, above them I cry for her.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's small on the ground below, down below.&lt;br /&gt;What if I fall, then where would I go, would she know?&lt;br /&gt;(She is the one), all that I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;(she is the one), and I will be haunted,&lt;br /&gt;(she is the one), this gift is my curse for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face with every punch I take,&lt;br /&gt;and every bone I break, it's all for you.&lt;br /&gt;And my worst pains are words I cannot say,&lt;br /&gt;Still I will always fight on for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face with every punch I take,&lt;br /&gt;and every bone I break, it's all for you.&lt;br /&gt;And my worst pains are words I cannot say.&lt;br /&gt;Still I will always fight on for you.&lt;br /&gt;Fight on for you...&lt;br /&gt;Fight on for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial and gwen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-111587558700493915?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/111587558700493915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=111587558700493915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111587558700493915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111587558700493915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/05/gifts-and-curses.html' title='gifts and curses'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-111536211813219433</id><published>2005-05-06T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:46:34.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half-day.</title><content type='html'>heyhey. argh, gwen's bugging me to post so yup, here i am to write. yay! OUR blog! anyways, these few days have been extremely boring, since the mids are coming...oh well...went out with gwen yesterday to study (a miracle) at bk, haha. studied for science then went home.oh man, if i studied like that everyday, i'll probably top the class or smth.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to gwen's church soon after mids! yay. i've been so lazy to go to church for the past 2-3 years i think...yep, so i've decided not to slide anymore! go church! must really thank God (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, back to today...eh, half day today..which is quite dumb, considering the fact that we're just given more time to prepare for mids instead of half a day to slack and play.blah. had to stay back for math today... haha, so hardworking. actually wanted to use the pe period to do math since some ppl found pe a complete waste of time when we have to prepare for mids, so using pe to replace math = no need to stay back= can go home early= more time to revise. but we had pe anyway.the only excuse gwen had: de-stress &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math math math math math. go home. sleep. eat. study&lt;br /&gt;gwen, jiayou for ip/mids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Brightside- The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I've been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it all&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And she's calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he's having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she's taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it's all in my head&lt;br /&gt;But she's touching his chest now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes off her dress now&lt;br /&gt;Let me go&lt;br /&gt;I just can't look its killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;br /&gt;But it's just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never&lt;br /&gt;I never&lt;br /&gt;I never&lt;br /&gt;I never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aurial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-111536211813219433?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/111536211813219433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=111536211813219433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111536211813219433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111536211813219433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/05/half-day.html' title='half-day.'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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-12472889.post-111504304794815880</id><published>2005-05-02T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T07:21:24.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>punk never dies</title><content type='html'>hey... its labour day today!!!! tomolo school reopens again.. blah.. the long weekend went by soo fast... in about seven days... its the start of the middies! ahhh.. soooo dead.. i dun care. i have to get into ip no matter what! just walked around vjc again just now.. ohohoh and we went to the zoo!!! its really nice...i love elephants!! hehe.. im currently working on the skin now... aurial you better thank me for this k! last guitar lesson yesterday... boohoo.. i still DEFINITELY need more lessons... haha...but i can play majesty! YES! wootz! yellow card rocks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and the killers too!!!!! must go out with me after the middies!! sleepover kae! then can go shop at orchard until like ten... lol... behind the 'rents back!!!i want THAT billabong school bag!!! and that and that and that!!! coach carter yes??? love ya!&lt;br /&gt;err.. i couldnt decide which lyrics to post so erm.. i'll do this one first k! then aurial will do mr brightside!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Collide"- Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;br /&gt;You make a first impression&lt;br /&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop here&lt;br /&gt;I lost my place&lt;br /&gt;I'm close behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to ryhme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gwen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12472889-111504304794815880?l=punknever-dies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/feeds/111504304794815880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12472889&amp;postID=111504304794815880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111504304794815880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12472889/posts/default/111504304794815880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punknever-dies.blogspot.com/2005/05/punk-never-dies.html' title='punk never dies'/><author><name>rockers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411565431837529505</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>
