<?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-9080132</id><updated>2011-08-20T05:29:29.254-07:00</updated><category term='The Morning Benders'/><title type='text'>all that cant be said</title><subtitle type='html'>just because</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-5875575585208785190</id><published>2010-07-17T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:46:11.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Morning Benders'/><title type='text'>Yours Truly Presents: The Morning Benders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(100, 95, 94); font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12688102&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=d05ae8&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12688102&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=d05ae8&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12688102"&gt;Yourstru.ly Presents: The Morning Benders "Stitches"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/yourstruly"&gt;Yours Truly&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(100, 95, 94); font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(100, 95, 94); font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The Morning Benders are an amazing band from Berkeley that I've had the luck of watching on two occasions. Here, they team up with the Echo Chamber Orchestra and Yours Truly for a super version of their song "Stitches", off sophomore Big Echo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(100, 95, 94); font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(100, 95, 94); font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Go to www.themorningbenders.com to check them out, as well as get a free mp3 of the upbeat "Promises".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-5875575585208785190?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/5875575585208785190/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-8064592714165181047</id><published>2009-07-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:31:27.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination/Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;when so much of life is imagination&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hard when you can still tell the two apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-8064592714165181047?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/8064592714165181047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-1495506888189015322</id><published>2009-06-20T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:08:33.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm going to use this to get myself a job before graduation&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-1495506888189015322?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/1495506888189015322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=1495506888189015322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/1495506888189015322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/1495506888189015322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2009/06/future-reflections.html' title='future reflections'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-285227355010921707</id><published>2008-02-21T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:13:12.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>/</title><content type='html'>i really miss samuel. i wish he'd come back soon. especially with the recent shootings in the american schools. worries me thinking of mike and samuel there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close your eyes and listen to jose gonzalez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-285227355010921707?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/285227355010921707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=285227355010921707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/285227355010921707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being old you cant be young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a perversion of numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;age has taught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what centuries has claimed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lives lost in dismay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the torrents on display&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it's not your mistake to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-3760833985516800728?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3760833985516800728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=3760833985516800728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Still, recording this down makes me feel more concrete in my beliefs and ideals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Started reading Into The Wild, about a young man named Chris McCandless. He ventured alone into the wilderness and eventually died in the wilderness of Alaska. Some say he was brave, a hero, an ambitious young man who lived his dream. Others argue that he was stupid, arrogant and full of flamboyance and bravado. I say he did what he wanted, maybe he was reckless, well, probably, but he's done more for himself than I can say for myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading about him, this hopelessly charming, incredibly intelligent 23-year-old who practically killed himself, makes me think that he's not all that different from the rest of us. Sure, he was super smart, maintaining  almost perfect grade point averages all through his academic career. Still, he was more like us than Bill Gates or Stephen Hawkings, or that smart kid from your class who talks in huge words and walks with his chin to the ceiling. I don't think I'm anything like him, but I do think that if I were, it would be better than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having felt stuck and uninspired for most, if not all of my life, and then suddenly being immersed into the last months of his Chris' life makes me think that I should do better than I am now. Like maybe I should watch less Family Guy and do more philanthropic kinds of stuff. You know, venture into my own wilderness and lose myself, not like Eminem, but more like that Greek-looking guy in the painting The Ship by Salvador Dali. Tired and wet with sails on his back, clmbing out of the ocean into something else. Half man, half sea-boat thing. Maybe I'm half girl, half Bear Grylls, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-3001348594602291512?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/3001348594602291512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=3001348594602291512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/3001348594602291512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/3001348594602291512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2008/02/into-wild.html' title='Into The Wild'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-115772688700996711</id><published>2006-09-08T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T07:48:07.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>there are so many things you dont know about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can see through you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girlfriends, the lies, the broken promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what you want and what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surely you know that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just too sad because you will never learn from your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you get hurt and you blame everyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you see you dug this hole and put yourself into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sympathise with you. you hypocrite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-115772688700996711?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/115772688700996711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=115772688700996711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/115772688700996711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/115772688700996711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/09/hypocrisy.html' title='hypocrisy'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-115739172892159688</id><published>2006-09-04T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:42:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>payback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAYBACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only when you look around&lt;br /&gt;that you realise what you have&lt;br /&gt;but when you do exactly that&lt;br /&gt;you realise what you lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who are we to judge and say&lt;br /&gt;take a bit and the glory will stay&lt;br /&gt;consolation's a piece of dirt&lt;br /&gt;when you realise your friend's a jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch my heart it grinds in pain&lt;br /&gt;boom my head explodes in restraint&lt;br /&gt;youve been broken, time runs long&lt;br /&gt;unforgiven, who's to say we cant get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these games we used to play&lt;br /&gt;skills we mastered along the way&lt;br /&gt;smile with a heart as black as tar&lt;br /&gt;running over me like you drive nascar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap me bitch and i'll slap you back&lt;br /&gt;careful your pretty jaw might crack&lt;br /&gt;take your hypocrisy, i'll chew it up&lt;br /&gt;spit it out into your money cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling used and thrown aside&lt;br /&gt;paint a picture: woosh goes her pride&lt;br /&gt;wait, now it matters, all will be fine?&lt;br /&gt;only with you stuck onto the foot called mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos it's only when you look around&lt;br /&gt;that you realise what you had&lt;br /&gt;but too late to regret, my love&lt;br /&gt;cos you cant have it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry you regret, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but payback's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;note:&lt;/span&gt; i'm not being mean, but maybe i am A LITTLE inspired by life. cos if you treat people like dirt, you have it coming to you. what goes around comes around. they dont call it karma just cos it sounds cool. the KARMA POLICE are coming after you. and i'd run if i were &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-115739172892159688?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/115739172892159688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>julian casablancas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always like the troubled ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-115116273222020117?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/115116273222020117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=115116273222020117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/115116273222020117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/115116273222020117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='/'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-115095108746206935</id><published>2006-06-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:39:51.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE LETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sam,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be alive enough to read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's going to be difficult&lt;br /&gt;strange hands wielding weapons&lt;br /&gt;charging at each other&lt;br /&gt;you find yourself caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;confused and helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but think what you are to them&lt;br /&gt;god's convoy to their pain&lt;br /&gt;under all the dismay&lt;br /&gt;a grateful heart heals wounds&lt;br /&gt;your passionate heart cures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in face of danger&lt;br /&gt;god protects you&lt;br /&gt;in the face of sadness&lt;br /&gt;little smiles carry you through&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earthquake, volcano, riot, civil war&lt;br /&gt;god sees you through it all&lt;br /&gt;he sent you to make better&lt;br /&gt;he sent you, my friend&lt;br /&gt;god's love letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-115095108746206935?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/115095108746206935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=115095108746206935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/115095108746206935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/115095108746206935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-letter.html' title='love letter'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-114820951730625339</id><published>2006-05-21T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T04:07:42.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe even more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAYBE EVEN MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wind twirled the willows&lt;br /&gt;blown to spirals of white&lt;br /&gt;round the air the spirit&lt;br /&gt;of the lost lonely longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life in the valley&lt;br /&gt;hostess of the party&lt;br /&gt;owner of the lonely&lt;br /&gt;pride of her parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she walks in and heads turn&lt;br /&gt;in her direction gazing&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the corner maybe&lt;br /&gt;that is where she will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend to the outcasted&lt;br /&gt;hope to the sick&lt;br /&gt;dream of so many&lt;br /&gt;just another in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her eyes shift as quickly&lt;br /&gt;as her mind allows&lt;br /&gt;recognising and familiarising&lt;br /&gt;but wheres the one she wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dependable shoulder&lt;br /&gt;cloud shading the scorch&lt;br /&gt;"someday you'll find happiness"&lt;br /&gt;consultation for the troubled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people stare back in blank&lt;br /&gt;needle sharp insults even&lt;br /&gt;but she's not bothering them&lt;br /&gt;she's not looking for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfection epitomised?&lt;br /&gt;perceptive finalised&lt;br /&gt;inside breeds each disease&lt;br /&gt;she helped to rid in others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a facade, so superficial&lt;br /&gt;wheres her hope&lt;br /&gt;where are the words&lt;br /&gt;lost are the actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she needs it as much as them&lt;br /&gt;she needs him maybe even more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-114820951730625339?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/114820951730625339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=114820951730625339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114820951730625339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114820951730625339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/05/maybe-even-more.html' title='maybe even more'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-114811399520999836</id><published>2006-05-20T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:33:15.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so different from me</title><content type='html'>plane leaves in an hour&lt;br /&gt;all packed up and ready to go&lt;br /&gt;its not lasting forever&lt;br /&gt;turns in time i cant control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring me around to how it was&lt;br /&gt;trip over infidelity&lt;br /&gt;fall to our senses&lt;br /&gt;pins needles forks and knives&lt;br /&gt;scars left which taint our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the new arrival&lt;br /&gt;lights will dim and clouds part&lt;br /&gt;nature bows to her majesty&lt;br /&gt;so different from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me back to how it began&lt;br /&gt;rivers flow form seas&lt;br /&gt;would you be my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;pins needles forks and knives&lt;br /&gt;hurtful tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empty promises&lt;br /&gt;what right have you?&lt;br /&gt;torn apart&lt;br /&gt;what am i to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-114811399520999836?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/114811399520999836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=114811399520999836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114811399520999836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114811399520999836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-different-from-me.html' title='so different from me'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-114811294141139672</id><published>2006-05-20T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:15:41.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty</title><content type='html'>can you put the past away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                              maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-114811294141139672?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/114811294141139672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=114811294141139672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114811294141139672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114811294141139672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/05/uncertainty.html' title='uncertainty'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-114577405188604977</id><published>2006-04-22T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:34:11.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pale white like your skin</title><content type='html'>you are calm and reposed&lt;br /&gt;but your beauty unfolds&lt;br /&gt;pale white like the skin&lt;br /&gt;stretched over your bones&lt;br /&gt;spring keeps you ever close&lt;br /&gt;you are second hand smoke&lt;br /&gt;you are so fragile and thin&lt;br /&gt;standing trail for your sins&lt;br /&gt;holding onto yourself&lt;br /&gt;the best you can&lt;br /&gt;you are the smell before rain&lt;br /&gt;you are the blood in my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a safe bet&lt;br /&gt;i'm betting i'm not&lt;br /&gt;glad that you can forgive&lt;br /&gt;only hoping as time goes&lt;br /&gt;you can forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_brand new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-114577405188604977?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/114577405188604977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=114577405188604977&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114577405188604977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114577405188604977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/04/pale-white-like-your-skin.html' title='pale white like your skin'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-114577371925224795</id><published>2006-04-22T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:28:39.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tribute</title><content type='html'>oh so you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;heaven from hell,&lt;br /&gt;blue skies from pain.&lt;br /&gt;can you tell a green field&lt;br /&gt;from a cold steel ramp,&lt;br /&gt;a smile from a veil.&lt;br /&gt;do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i wish&lt;br /&gt;how i wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink floyd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-114577371925224795?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/114577371925224795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=114577371925224795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114577371925224795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114577371925224795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/04/tribute.html' title='tribute'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-114389301502185602</id><published>2006-04-01T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T04:03:42.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><content type='html'>good is a relative word. when there's no bad, there's no good. so what's life without the bad? your life, my life. our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's another story&lt;br /&gt;of another girl in a situation&lt;br /&gt;could it be love?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is friendship.&lt;br /&gt;family too pricks like thorn&lt;br /&gt;sticks and stones break your bones&lt;br /&gt;work and play, oh what dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again,&lt;br /&gt;this is just another story&lt;br /&gt;of another girl in a situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-114389301502185602?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/114389301502185602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=114389301502185602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114389301502185602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114389301502185602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/04/story.html' title='story'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-114355509768326630</id><published>2006-03-28T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:11:37.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anal hair part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anal Hair Part 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;But one fine day I decided,&lt;br /&gt;to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;With wax smeared on between my crack,&lt;br /&gt;I started to proceed,&lt;br /&gt;to plaster a strip of paper to the crevice at my back.&lt;br /&gt;I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;as I pulled with all my might,&lt;br /&gt;the strip of paper came right off with a really awesome "Shh-raaaaaaack"&lt;br /&gt;Oh the pain I had to bear just to strip you from my ass,&lt;br /&gt;but it was all worth it to see my nice clean bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't really get a shock that threw me off my scrotum,&lt;br /&gt;I did find it lovely that my rear was nice and clean.&lt;br /&gt;The days went by and you came back oh-so-very-quick,&lt;br /&gt;you gave me such an itch, that really made me twitch.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like someone put a toilet brush,right between my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;A lesson learnt that very day,&lt;br /&gt;that I must never shave. (or wax)&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately my little one,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;No more shaving, no more waxing,&lt;br /&gt;because that my friend, is very taxing.&lt;br /&gt;I love you anal hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;note: refer to anal hair part one. we love you ben!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-114355509768326630?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/114355509768326630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=114355509768326630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114355509768326630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114355509768326630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/03/anal-hair-part-2.html' title='anal hair part 2'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-114317638893069023</id><published>2006-03-23T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:59:48.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>these people are gods in their own right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;good music was around all the while. and listening to iron maiden doesnt make anyone a satanist. plus this song really makes you look at life from another perspective, something we all need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HALLOWED BE THY NAME&lt;/span&gt; by iron maiden (1985)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole,&lt;br /&gt;The sands of time for me are running low.&lt;br /&gt;When the priest comes to read me the last rites,&lt;br /&gt;I take a look through the bars at the last sights,&lt;br /&gt;Of a world that has gone very wrong for me.&lt;br /&gt;Can it be that there's some sort of error.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to stop the surmounting terror.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really the end, not some crazy dream.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;It's not so easy to stop from screaming,&lt;br /&gt;The words escape me when i try to speak.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall but why am I crying,&lt;br /&gt;After all I'm not afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;Don't I believe that there never is an end.&lt;br /&gt;As the guards march me out to the courtyard,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cries from a cell God be with you.&lt;br /&gt;If there's a God then why has he let me go?&lt;br /&gt;As I walk my life drifts before me,&lt;br /&gt;Though the end is near I'm not sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away.&lt;br /&gt;Mark my words believe my soul lives on.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry now that I have gone.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone beyond to see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;When you know that your time is close at hand.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you'll begin to understand,&lt;br /&gt;Life down here is just a strange illusion&lt;br /&gt;Hallowed Be Thy Name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-114317638893069023?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-114050888613541696</id><published>2006-02-20T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:01:26.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheese on crackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHEESE ON CRACKERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma served me cheese on crackers&lt;br /&gt;to teach me the ways of life&lt;br /&gt;father bought me toys in packages&lt;br /&gt;to show me love's shapes and sizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew what it all meant&lt;br /&gt;we were all young then anyway&lt;br /&gt;with no experience of reality&lt;br /&gt;who knew what it could have meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheese on crackers, toys in packages&lt;br /&gt;young and naive, brushing it off&lt;br /&gt;older and misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;finally knowing what it all meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how it could have been. if only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-114050888613541696?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/114050888613541696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=114050888613541696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114050888613541696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/114050888613541696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/02/cheese-on-crackers.html' title='cheese on crackers'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-113723226871060643</id><published>2006-01-14T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:51:09.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TELL ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we need some time to settle down&lt;br /&gt;decide what we want to eventually achieve&lt;br /&gt;because today is what makes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow is the future we have to live&lt;br /&gt;whats the use of moving without direction&lt;br /&gt;being lost without any sense of cause&lt;br /&gt;tell me that love is what you're here for&lt;br /&gt;tell me that you'll love me even more than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream of numbers as years to arrive&lt;br /&gt;looking back we wonder how we ever survived&lt;br /&gt;the contradictions that face us everyday&lt;br /&gt;we wonder how we manage to choose the right way&lt;br /&gt;perceptive images of an idealistic realm&lt;br /&gt;force us to exceed in volumes of excellence&lt;br /&gt;tell me that our together is what you want us to be&lt;br /&gt;tell me that love was made specially for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling nascent yet again&lt;br /&gt;first taste is different yet awkwardly the same&lt;br /&gt;then it comes familiar like second nature somehow&lt;br /&gt;till it turns amazement and captures our souls&lt;br /&gt;it hopes to last a lifetime along with tears and rain&lt;br /&gt;of happiness expanding and life reborn again&lt;br /&gt;tell me our love will stand the test of time&lt;br /&gt;tell me you love me and will stay forever mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-113723226871060643?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/113723226871060643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=113723226871060643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/113723226871060643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/113723226871060643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2006/01/tell-me.html' title='tell me'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-113510129915122316</id><published>2005-12-20T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:55:00.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a mile away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A MILE AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because love is a mile away&lt;br /&gt;as the road sign on the right says&lt;br /&gt;shimmering in green&lt;br /&gt;words made out to show the world&lt;br /&gt;60 miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;love my dear is only a mile away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;across the road from the broken down tavern&lt;br /&gt;fields harvest seeds of years to come&lt;br /&gt;life triumphs with each step of the way&lt;br /&gt;i sold out the devil for a place with god&lt;br /&gt;because life is only a mile away&lt;br /&gt;life my dear is but a mile away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're never there until we arrive&lt;br /&gt;same, we never learn till we experience&lt;br /&gt;past the crack skip the abyss&lt;br /&gt;do not fall into deceit and entrapment&lt;br /&gt;that's the truth a mile away&lt;br /&gt;truth my dear is only a mile away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the grass is greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;down we fall with each beam of pride&lt;br /&gt;been there done that how about you?&lt;br /&gt;row on over my sinner friend&lt;br /&gt;one mile across to the other side&lt;br /&gt;humility my dear is a mile away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persevere on dont bat an eyelid&lt;br /&gt;cast away the shadow beside you&lt;br /&gt;be gone and never come back say to it&lt;br /&gt;that's the prize a mile away&lt;br /&gt;from now on let evil  have no say&lt;br /&gt;heaven, yes, heaven is a mile away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-113510129915122316?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/113510129915122316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=113510129915122316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/113510129915122316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/113510129915122316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/12/mile-away.html' title='a mile away'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-113509948400055561</id><published>2005-12-20T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:24:44.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my words: a personal expression of humanity.</title><content type='html'>dedicated to mark. if not for you i won't be updating. glad to know i'm of some help! in my words is how i inteprete certain things in life. and the understanding and appreciation of the woes and triumphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IN MY WORDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paranoia,&lt;br /&gt;a queer misplacement of trust.&lt;br /&gt;hope,&lt;br /&gt;a faith that the worst won't befall you.&lt;br /&gt;ambition,&lt;br /&gt;the steering direction in our younger days.&lt;br /&gt;regret,&lt;br /&gt;hearing the words "i told you so".&lt;br /&gt;pressure,&lt;br /&gt;an invisible force causing uncontrollable distress.&lt;br /&gt;loss,&lt;br /&gt;a void which cannot be filled.&lt;br /&gt;time,&lt;br /&gt;a commodity which we often resent.&lt;br /&gt;truth,&lt;br /&gt;words that elude us even when we try.&lt;br /&gt;grace,&lt;br /&gt;a marvellous presence of peace and tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;an understanding of another's pain.&lt;br /&gt;pain,&lt;br /&gt;an imaginary blade which slashes our soul.&lt;br /&gt;knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;simply not getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;hate,&lt;br /&gt;the unfortunate nature of a judgemental person.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;an ability to embrace the weakness of another.&lt;br /&gt;passion,&lt;br /&gt;wanting it more than we comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;fairness,&lt;br /&gt;the distinguishing factor between right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;justice,&lt;br /&gt;a system of integrity and righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;poetry,&lt;br /&gt;an expression of complex human emotions.&lt;br /&gt;in my words:&lt;br /&gt;a personal explanation of humanity, it's wrath, power and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-113509948400055561?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/113509948400055561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=113509948400055561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/113509948400055561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/113509948400055561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-my-words-personal-expression-of.html' title='in my words: a personal expression of humanity.'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-113275174298696375</id><published>2005-11-23T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:37:49.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay with you gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OKAY WITH YOU GONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding flowers over a tomb&lt;br /&gt;walking cautiously over those in bloom&lt;br /&gt;the light drizzle against my skin&lt;br /&gt;the light winds carress the hurt i hold within&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon light warms the cold inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;that void which has been existent ever since&lt;br /&gt;how ironic with the rain falling&lt;br /&gt;while inside i experience drought&lt;br /&gt;deep in thought of how it came about&lt;br /&gt;not plagued by pain,&lt;br /&gt;but bothered by the lack thereof&lt;br /&gt;the numbness i wonder how it came to be&lt;br /&gt;as in life you were always with me&lt;br /&gt;am i wrong to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;because im only here to attain redemption&lt;br /&gt;for forgetting you, ignoring what you had to say&lt;br /&gt;i come to know to take to blame&lt;br /&gt;of how it all feels the same&lt;br /&gt;how should i feel without you around&lt;br /&gt;not joy not pain nothing abound&lt;br /&gt;confused my heart is turned away&lt;br /&gt;why the prayers do nothing alay&lt;br /&gt;widened thoughts and flashbacks of time&lt;br /&gt;if i could what will i unwind&lt;br /&gt;so today i visit you here&lt;br /&gt;evoke in me some passion and feeling&lt;br /&gt;let this load of nothing disappear&lt;br /&gt;throw me sorrow&lt;br /&gt;chained to a tear for each tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;give me pain&lt;br /&gt;make me wish i want you back again&lt;br /&gt;take something dear away from me&lt;br /&gt;let me feel i'e lost my way&lt;br /&gt;please tell me how im supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;i need to know what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;i can't continue being okay with you gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-113275174298696375?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/113275174298696375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=113275174298696375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAUTIONARY WAVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tellings stories of legends&lt;br /&gt;myths of times rare&lt;br /&gt;lands sunken with each wave of time&lt;br /&gt;such will last my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;and many more to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are times&lt;br /&gt;when we look out to sea&lt;br /&gt;peaceful waves lapse over&lt;br /&gt;yet we know something's not right&lt;br /&gt;nothing just seems the same tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long will we last?&lt;br /&gt;stand the test of time&lt;br /&gt;grow old with each strand of white hair&lt;br /&gt;with each wrinkle of our face&lt;br /&gt;will the memory of all this disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out in the horizon&lt;br /&gt;day is giving way to the night&lt;br /&gt;vast planes of magnificence&lt;br /&gt;joined as one with another in the sky&lt;br /&gt;will it all go away someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she used to call them cautionary waves&lt;br /&gt;when the tide rises high&lt;br /&gt;and the rocks disappear under&lt;br /&gt;the foam now leaves itself on the shore&lt;br /&gt;all a blur and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stories i knew so well&lt;br /&gt;told others and understood&lt;br /&gt;told to me by her alone&lt;br /&gt;everyday i sit at this same spot&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the next wave of thought of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is here i find her spirit&lt;br /&gt;only here i know her soul exists still&lt;br /&gt;with each lap of the wave&lt;br /&gt;comes a single flash of her&lt;br /&gt;waves which she disappeared under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembering isnt easy&lt;br /&gt;neither is forgetting&lt;br /&gt;i wish she'd believed it herself&lt;br /&gt;those waves werent anything ordinary&lt;br /&gt;like legends they were forever keeping her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112756365371156720?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112756365371156720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112756365371156720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112756365371156720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112756365371156720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/09/cautionary-waves.html' title='cautionary waves'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-112636145260543222</id><published>2005-09-10T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T07:24:13.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happily ever after (pimped version)</title><content type='html'>so i'm trying my hand at rapping and some hip hop. hahaha. i love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPILY EVER AFTER (PIMPED VERSION)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocked out baby&lt;br /&gt;cant stop its sold out&lt;br /&gt;flick my finger at the thriller&lt;br /&gt;rock it out babe&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll be the killer&lt;br /&gt;look up there&lt;br /&gt;it's the camera&lt;br /&gt;a black and white affair&lt;br /&gt;she's so pretty&lt;br /&gt;look at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post her picture&lt;br /&gt;sell it to the crowd&lt;br /&gt;mtv's new feature&lt;br /&gt;they be cheering loud&lt;br /&gt;give it up now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear me rap&lt;br /&gt;it's time you took a step&lt;br /&gt;so get back now&lt;br /&gt;get back&lt;br /&gt;cos imma blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;now its time&lt;br /&gt;cos its a special kind&lt;br /&gt;now i'm fine&lt;br /&gt;cos imma blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he's back there doing numbers&lt;br /&gt;dancing to the beat of sound&lt;br /&gt;breaking it like wacko jacko&lt;br /&gt;bringing the roof down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;woah now so get back yo&lt;br /&gt;get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's looking from behind&lt;br /&gt;she's impressed&lt;br /&gt;man he's fine&lt;br /&gt;watch him grooving to the beat&lt;br /&gt;taken right off LA's street&lt;br /&gt;take it back now&lt;br /&gt;cos he's up on the stage&lt;br /&gt;take it back yo&lt;br /&gt;she's looking him up on a yellow page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wow&lt;br /&gt;and then they meet somehow&lt;br /&gt;in a club in a town&lt;br /&gt;all grown up, decked up in style&lt;br /&gt;she's so pretty&lt;br /&gt;tonight he's free&lt;br /&gt;they hook up&lt;br /&gt;live since together&lt;br /&gt;drinking cristal&lt;br /&gt;happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pharrell babe youre so hot&lt;br /&gt;you've got me jumping on the spot&lt;br /&gt;read this here&lt;br /&gt;call me my dear&lt;br /&gt;then we'll live happy ever after.&lt;br /&gt;word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112636145260543222?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112636145260543222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112636145260543222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112636145260543222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112636145260543222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/09/happily-ever-after-pimped-version.html' title='happily ever after (pimped version)'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-112601843571053074</id><published>2005-09-06T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T07:53:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A POEM BY BENEDICT LOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is all ben's idea. i had nothing to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A POEM BY BENEDICT LOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anal hair,&lt;br /&gt;Oh anal hair,&lt;br /&gt;Without you, my arse would be so bare!a&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even dare,&lt;br /&gt;to take a peek at my bottom,&lt;br /&gt;without getting shocked off my scrotum.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is getting too adult,&lt;br /&gt;for my little appreciation about,&lt;br /&gt;you, my precious, precious anal hair.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anal hair,&lt;br /&gt;Oh anal hair,&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I'll feel so bare.&lt;br /&gt;Oh anal hair,&lt;br /&gt;How I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;I love you anal hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112601843571053074?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-112601637027648328</id><published>2005-09-06T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T07:19:30.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why do you even talk to me?</title><content type='html'>gosh this one screams desperate. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY DO YOU EVEN TALK TO ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so caught up&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t forget you&lt;br /&gt;This is my dilemma&lt;br /&gt;Told out in some lines&lt;br /&gt;This is my confession&lt;br /&gt;Please, love, give me some signs&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on like this&lt;br /&gt;Because now I’m feeling like a loada rotten piss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone’s sitting there&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for your call&lt;br /&gt;Sulking on my chair&lt;br /&gt;“Could you meet me at the mall”&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you ever ask me?&lt;br /&gt;I like you and I know you see&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t feel the same&lt;br /&gt;At least don’t play me&lt;br /&gt;I need someone I can blame&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t see why it should be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and anticipating&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Hoping but never learning&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of me?&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m thinking of you too.&lt;br /&gt;Finding answers all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Need I mention it’s us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you’re big ass popular&lt;br /&gt;And girls love being around you&lt;br /&gt;They fling their hair&lt;br /&gt;You act all cool like you don’t care&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to know you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the other girls to be&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my feeling when you leave prettyland&lt;br /&gt;Come over to join in the uglygang&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy your company&lt;br /&gt;Hoping with me you similarly agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and anticipating&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Hoping but never learning&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of me?&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m thinking of you too.&lt;br /&gt;Finding answers all in vain&lt;br /&gt;Need I mention it’s us again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112601637027648328?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112601637027648328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112601637027648328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112601637027648328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112601637027648328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-do-you-even-talk-to-me.html' title='why do you even talk to me?'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-112519701643891801</id><published>2005-09-01T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T05:09:41.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cardboard fortress</title><content type='html'>dont hang on to things that will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CARDBOARD FORTRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and i together we built it&lt;br /&gt;the monument in my backyard&lt;br /&gt;one we knew only pride of&lt;br /&gt;the only thing in the world we shared&lt;br /&gt;tall and mighty was our stronghold&lt;br /&gt;holding a promise alive and bold&lt;br /&gt;together forever in our cardboard fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you left me here all alone&lt;br /&gt;just me and my faded sweater&lt;br /&gt;a heart full of anguish&lt;br /&gt;a soul filled with confused regret&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to go on?&lt;br /&gt;how do you expect me to survive?&lt;br /&gt;all the comfort i knew was us&lt;br /&gt;together forever in our cardboard fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember sandpit number 3&lt;br /&gt;the blueprint representing you and me&lt;br /&gt;the plan for out future together&lt;br /&gt;now we are so far off track&lt;br /&gt;drifted apart with stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;wishful thinking on our part&lt;br /&gt;could a cardboard fortress defend our hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you leave me on my own&lt;br /&gt;holding on to my old faded sweater&lt;br /&gt;dont you feel any anguish?&lt;br /&gt;is your soul devoid of all regret?&lt;br /&gt;now you expect me to move on&lt;br /&gt;arent you afraid i wont survive?&lt;br /&gt;the comfort you assured was us&lt;br /&gt;together forever in our cardboard fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that cold wednesday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;as the wind blew hard against the window&lt;br /&gt;the sun moved to give way to the moon&lt;br /&gt;you grabbed my blue sweater&lt;br /&gt;told me to wait for you there&lt;br /&gt;that day you brought our fortress into the room&lt;br /&gt;told me one day you'll be my groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday you called me on my phone&lt;br /&gt;told me this has gone on too long&lt;br /&gt;"i need some time to be on my own"&lt;br /&gt;you told me how we were so wrong&lt;br /&gt;i listen and watch my entire world collapse&lt;br /&gt;i fight back the tears, acting strong&lt;br /&gt;praying to god for time to elaspe&lt;br /&gt;with quick speed, please i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you leave me on my own&lt;br /&gt;holding on to my old faded sweater&lt;br /&gt;dont you feel any anguish?&lt;br /&gt;is your soul devoid of all regret?&lt;br /&gt;now you expect me to move on&lt;br /&gt;arent you afraid i wont survive?&lt;br /&gt;the comfort you assured was us&lt;br /&gt;together forever in our cardboard fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;false hope built on old rotten soil&lt;br /&gt;stronghold made of mouldy cardboard&lt;br /&gt;we thought that was enough&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly under danger sprawled&lt;br /&gt;my fault, i did it on my own accord&lt;br /&gt;young naive and too eager to believe&lt;br /&gt;love materialised in simple child's play&lt;br /&gt;together forever in our cardboard fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost now&lt;br /&gt;gone somehow&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112519701643891801?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112519701643891801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112519701643891801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112519701643891801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112519701643891801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/09/cardboard-fortress.html' title='cardboard fortress'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-112557412006893878</id><published>2005-09-01T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:30:27.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idle wind</title><content type='html'>this one is by a friend who chooses to remain anoynomous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IDLE WIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes spring&lt;br /&gt;in the heat of things&lt;br /&gt;in full bloom is was meant&lt;br /&gt;not to me my fate is bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been lies I say&lt;br /&gt;thinking it doesn’t stay&lt;br /&gt;deep inside this shallow pit&lt;br /&gt;feelings aren’t quite fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing’s in, void&lt;br /&gt;press deep and find space&lt;br /&gt;too weak to settle&lt;br /&gt;on this bottomless race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midst of the flowering fields&lt;br /&gt;an idle wind is&lt;br /&gt;Lilacs smile and roses dance&lt;br /&gt;against me, I must forgo the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things I know&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;for there is a conversion&lt;br /&gt;from embedment to drone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always&lt;br /&gt;seasons come and go&lt;br /&gt;spring will end, summer’s here&lt;br /&gt;out comes the sun again&lt;br /&gt;so crawl out of the rabbit hole&lt;br /&gt;its more than just than gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pray with time it’ll fade&lt;br /&gt;just like how it was made&lt;br /&gt;so heartbroken I may leave&lt;br /&gt;its good for me, a lousy thief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112557412006893878?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112557412006893878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112557412006893878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112557412006893878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112557412006893878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/09/idle-wind.html' title='idle wind'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-112402998706596581</id><published>2005-08-14T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T07:33:07.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>build your 'perfect' lady</title><content type='html'>hello guys! today you shall take part in the build your 'perfect' lady challenge. created by me! and enhanced by the kind souls namely ivan, ben see and people sitting near me during amath. although ben was just talking horny most of the time. =) of course those were not put in here.&lt;br /&gt;oh to the people in church whom i asked, im not sorry. hehe. it was fun creeping all ye fellas out with the questions.&lt;br /&gt;no one's perfect, hence the inverted commas. since perfect women dont exist, might as well make the best of what is available. unless she's jessica alba of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUILD YOUR 'PERFECT' LADY CHALLENGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy or pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boobs or butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bushy eyebrows or unibrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oversized hands or oversized feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overgrown nostril hair or overgrown ear hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oversized nose or oversized ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unproportionately long toes or unproportionately long fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairy arms or hairy legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thunderthighs or flabby arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairy chest or hairy butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad teeth or bad breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad hair or dandruff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overly innocent or horny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oversized lips or oversized eyelids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one nostril or no nipples? (not created by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad-mannered or vulgar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairy all over or bruised all over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgustingly lacking nails or disgustingly long nails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one eye or one ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes cocked to the centre or eyes cocked to the sides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crooked body or crooked face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different coloured eyes or different coloured lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your partner were cheating on you, would you want him/her to be cheating on you with a man/woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END : imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all out. can't think of anymore. maybe i'll come back and update it. thanks all who helped and attempted. special thanks to confirmand matthew for asking for more. no thanks to confirmand benedict for scolding me crazy and disgusting. hahaha. ok fine maybe a little. but not that much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-112289952165133619</id><published>2005-08-01T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T05:35:26.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>further by longview</title><content type='html'>this verse is adapted from the song further by longview. it's beautiful!! the rest of the song's good too. but this one just blows me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FURTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now of summers high&lt;br /&gt;And reminisce on past times gone by&lt;br /&gt;Only remembered now in&lt;br /&gt;Earth, trees, the stars that have been there&lt;br /&gt;And there forever held&lt;br /&gt;Kept safe but memories never told&lt;br /&gt;But felt if you went by&lt;br /&gt;In never changing sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112289952165133619?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112289952165133619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112289952165133619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112289952165133619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112289952165133619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/08/further-by-longview.html' title='further by longview'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-112221204629866821</id><published>2005-07-24T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T06:34:06.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mr cabbage</title><content type='html'>let your imagination run wild!! imagine youre a peasant, mr cabbage, who plants cabbage for a living. everyday, all you eat is cabbage. on mondays, you at the cabbage with rice, on tuesday in noodles, on wednesday its all fried up. on thursdays, you make cabbage soup. fridays you drink cabbage juice, saturdays you claypot the cabbage and sundays you eat at mcdonalds. and you love life like that. then one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MR CABBAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little townspeople scream for help&lt;br /&gt;"help help help help help!"&lt;br /&gt;its the evil villian of the town!&lt;br /&gt;"hurry up! duck your heads down!"&lt;br /&gt;"muah ha ha ha HA ha ha" (big letters represent louder tone)&lt;br /&gt;"oh please evil man dont tear down the spa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like thats all the others cared for&lt;br /&gt;mr cabbage enjoyed the massages&lt;br /&gt;but he loved his family a little more&lt;br /&gt;so he found them safe passages&lt;br /&gt;he hurried them all in&lt;br /&gt;and cover the entrance with a rubbish bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh crap! my cabbage seeds!"&lt;br /&gt;said mr cabbage in terror&lt;br /&gt;"now we'll have to eat lousy duck weeds!"&lt;br /&gt;mrs cabbage heard and was struck with horror&lt;br /&gt;"oh dear how will we survive?"&lt;br /&gt;then the children all started to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr cabbage knew what to do&lt;br /&gt;so he turned to his wife&lt;br /&gt;"i know how to save you"&lt;br /&gt;then grabbing his knife&lt;br /&gt;he moved the rubbish can&lt;br /&gt;and went out with a bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside, mr cabbage fought&lt;br /&gt;using all the cabbage skills his master had taught&lt;br /&gt;he has cabbage nunchucks (i dont know how to spell it)&lt;br /&gt;and a vacuum cleaner with powerful sucks&lt;br /&gt;he hurled cabbage at mr evil&lt;br /&gt;it hurt so bad mr evil had mucus dribble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the evil villain was finally dead&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to mr cabbage and his cabbage bed&lt;br /&gt;so he called his family out&lt;br /&gt;they started celebrating, shouting out loud&lt;br /&gt;then they looked around&lt;br /&gt;no more cabbage, they all frowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life without cabbage was too much to handle&lt;br /&gt;so mr cabbage took off his sandle&lt;br /&gt;with a powerful swing,&lt;br /&gt;he gave it a really hard fling&lt;br /&gt;it hit his wife and his kids&lt;br /&gt;blew their brains to little bits&lt;br /&gt;"no more cabbage oh what should i do?"&lt;br /&gt;so his own brains he too blew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the moral of the story is: dont eat so much cabbage. cos when you run out of it, all you'll be is dead baggage. i am not sadistic, just very realistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112221204629866821?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112221204629866821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112221204629866821&amp;isPopup=true' 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fight no longer&lt;br /&gt;yet the hurt you hold in restraint&lt;br /&gt;cant show emotions&lt;br /&gt;cant show that you care&lt;br /&gt;because when you do,&lt;br /&gt;they'll know it's true&lt;br /&gt;that you've never been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people walk past&lt;br /&gt;seems now they're all too fast&lt;br /&gt;you cant catch up&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you wont&lt;br /&gt;because you know you'll get shunned&lt;br /&gt;turned down by the ones you love&lt;br /&gt;they all hate you&lt;br /&gt;yet your love for them so true&lt;br /&gt;but how, when youve never been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont care how they see&lt;br /&gt;all you want is for hope to be&lt;br /&gt;but now all is gone&lt;br /&gt;you dont know where to look&lt;br /&gt;maybe youre just badly drawn&lt;br /&gt;but still judgement he spoke&lt;br /&gt;you deserve your fate&lt;br /&gt;now you drown in a pool of hate&lt;br /&gt;regret? you should have been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it painful?&lt;br /&gt;you watch her leave&lt;br /&gt;arent you regretful?&lt;br /&gt;the love you cant retrieve&lt;br /&gt;want the past back?&lt;br /&gt;so you could change it all&lt;br /&gt;bound to the train track&lt;br /&gt;now you have to take the fall&lt;br /&gt;around this time last year&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if you remember&lt;br /&gt;the woman you once called dear&lt;br /&gt;now to her you are cancer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112221009448023139?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112221009448023139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112221009448023139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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people don't bring their fake ' semi automatic automatic AK-47/2' around and start hiding behind pillars and shooting people. so thanks for giving me a free show of "dumb and dumber" without paying $7.50. cos it was darn fun! this one's for ivan and afnan. they come scarily close to the spasticity of kevin lai the great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIKE WHAT IN THE WORLD?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew a friday would turn so spastic&lt;br /&gt;walking around school acting all terrorist&lt;br /&gt;lucky it was fake or it would be drastic&lt;br /&gt;cos its all headshots on your frag list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we killed gb kids&lt;br /&gt;blew the little kids to little bits&lt;br /&gt;threatened the red cross&lt;br /&gt;guns work better when you cant use force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the fella trying to catch the hose&lt;br /&gt;laughed so hard it hurt my nose&lt;br /&gt;if only we could have blasted him&lt;br /&gt;man it wouldve been the ultimate dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all that violent tendencies&lt;br /&gt;nothing compare to the sheer spasticities&lt;br /&gt;they laugh and do the finger thing&lt;br /&gt;seriously, pretty embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a darn fun day&lt;br /&gt;that i have to say&lt;br /&gt;4 questions in 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;thats a crappy total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thank you for that afternoon&lt;br /&gt;maybe we can relive it someday soon&lt;br /&gt;afnan, until then i want my gun back&lt;br /&gt;lets hope you didnt get arrested&lt;br /&gt;blowing people up at the mrt track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ivan, the bubbles gonna break&lt;br /&gt;cos im here and it im gonna stake!&lt;br /&gt;yes kinda like buffy does a vampire&lt;br /&gt;cos my flame thrower shoots out fire!&lt;br /&gt;those soap bubbles better run for cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just really wanna slap myself on the head.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll laugh till i am dead.&lt;br /&gt;cos i have never seen anyone duck behind a dustbin&lt;br /&gt;den pretend to shoot someones brains in.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me really wanna say&lt;br /&gt;"like what in the world?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112209005474570465?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112209005474570465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112209005474570465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112209005474570465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112209005474570465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he walks by&lt;br /&gt;my heart just goes off to fly&lt;br /&gt;so sexy! i think to me&lt;br /&gt;that all the other girls too see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey boy youre drop dead gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll trip and fall into your arms&lt;br /&gt;hey honey you look so fabulous&lt;br /&gt;so hot you set off smoke alarms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look there, he's walking in&lt;br /&gt;suddenly all is a momentary dream&lt;br /&gt;so hot you wanna take a swim&lt;br /&gt;cool off in the pool with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes like the sun&lt;br /&gt;tasty like a bun&lt;br /&gt;hes so good looking&lt;br /&gt;yea dude i'll be trippin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey boy youre drop dead gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll trip and fall into your arms&lt;br /&gt;hey honey you look so fabulous&lt;br /&gt;so hot you set off smoke alarms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9080132.post-112195230984713492</id><published>2005-07-21T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T06:25:09.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bulletwound heart</title><content type='html'>do you see this here?&lt;br /&gt;spectacle in front of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;gore, blood, mostly pain&lt;br /&gt;it's my bulletwound heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bulletwound heart&lt;br /&gt;it's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;can we go back to the start?&lt;br /&gt;take apart my bulletwound heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how it was before&lt;br /&gt;i want it that and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;now it causes so much strain&lt;br /&gt;that's my bulletwound heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bulletwound heart&lt;br /&gt;order me pills on ala carte&lt;br /&gt;drugs to send me off the chart&lt;br /&gt;to numb this bulletwound heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shot to the heart and youre to blame&lt;br /&gt;darling you give love a bad name"&lt;br /&gt;jon bon jovi's rightful claim&lt;br /&gt;bulletwound heart never the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bulletwound heart torn&lt;br /&gt;thanks again now im forlorn&lt;br /&gt;this one's out of spite&lt;br /&gt;to hurt me, you never had the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112195230984713492?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112195230984713492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112195230984713492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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good stuff with awesome figurative phrases. good job dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THERE SHE GOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how my mouth seems to move&lt;br /&gt;Saying that these days will come back again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost inside my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;I have wounded thoughts i can't escape.&lt;br /&gt;Living as a joke,&lt;br /&gt;A silhouette of bitterness and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Days go by.&lt;br /&gt;Locked inside the prison I have made in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Far from the pain that I could not control&lt;br /&gt;I hope your listening to me&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to show you my scars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112186583576663939?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112186583576663939/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-112161097270244570</id><published>2005-07-17T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:36:37.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a fix</title><content type='html'>confused now i need a fix&lt;br /&gt;find me tools to mend my heart&lt;br /&gt;cos now i am broken&lt;br /&gt;needing to heal&lt;br /&gt;cos now i am forgotten&lt;br /&gt;wanting to forget too&lt;br /&gt;i need a hand&lt;br /&gt;one upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;touch me deep&lt;br /&gt;cover the open hole&lt;br /&gt;drop me wishes of good word&lt;br /&gt;do me deeds of good work&lt;br /&gt;cos now i am hurt&lt;br /&gt;wounds time might heal&lt;br /&gt;cos now i dont know&lt;br /&gt;how the hell i'm supposed to feel&lt;br /&gt;dream a dream to take me away&lt;br /&gt;miles from you&lt;br /&gt;then my pain to alay&lt;br /&gt;it burned to see you leave&lt;br /&gt;i need to numb my senses&lt;br /&gt;cos this pain is overbearing&lt;br /&gt;i need a new release&lt;br /&gt;this love has gone too drastic&lt;br /&gt;now i'm just a statistic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112161097270244570?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112161097270244570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112161097270244570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112161097270244570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112161097270244570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-need-fix.html' title='i need a fix'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-112160964465656539</id><published>2005-07-17T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:14:04.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how i was is how i'll be</title><content type='html'>how i was is how i'll be&lt;br /&gt;you find me here&lt;br /&gt;but please leave me&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy with who i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm never gonna change&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to be more glam&lt;br /&gt;so don't try to work it in&lt;br /&gt;i don't want a new life&lt;br /&gt;i don't need a new release&lt;br /&gt;i will go and pay the price&lt;br /&gt;cos this is how i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i was is how i'll be&lt;br /&gt;yes i know you don't agree&lt;br /&gt;what you want i don't have&lt;br /&gt;so hitch on out&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't need your stinky ass&lt;br /&gt;don't try to make me pretty&lt;br /&gt;don't try to make me skinny&lt;br /&gt;cos that chick's around the corner&lt;br /&gt;honey, she's not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112160964465656539?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112160964465656539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112160964465656539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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get back together!! ps: i dont have any pumpkins posters. but i wont mind receiving some as presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POSTERS ON THE WALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our band's legacy&lt;br /&gt;painted out from memory&lt;br /&gt;times i now recall&lt;br /&gt;from the posters on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitch a ride out of reality&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the mind is carefree&lt;br /&gt;filling it the music we made&lt;br /&gt;against it all else will fade&lt;br /&gt;for now the feeling is lost&lt;br /&gt;missing the message to be brought across&lt;br /&gt;still the optimism to get better&lt;br /&gt;as from the posters the memories i gather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these years time has passed&lt;br /&gt;yet not one moment gone too fast&lt;br /&gt;all encased in picture frames&lt;br /&gt;none of those sent up in flames&lt;br /&gt;love, drugs and booze all gone&lt;br /&gt;so my soul within withdrawn&lt;br /&gt;desperately wanting , hoping for more&lt;br /&gt;terribly draining, is no one taking score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our history as of a soldier&lt;br /&gt;lost, lonely and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;contributions stale with odour&lt;br /&gt;medals of honour all turned rotten&lt;br /&gt;of power and weapons to disarm&lt;br /&gt;this of all causes the most harm&lt;br /&gt;all that we held dear is left behind&lt;br /&gt;posters on the wall help me un-blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we were the best&lt;br /&gt;others looked to us for inspiration&lt;br /&gt;yet then we couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;greed only challenged by desperation&lt;br /&gt;selfishness screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;compromise an order far too tall&lt;br /&gt;now a band great and proud&lt;br /&gt;reduced all but to some posters on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our band's legacy&lt;br /&gt;painted out from memory&lt;br /&gt;times i now recall&lt;br /&gt;from the posters on the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112150764234387609?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112150764234387609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=112150764234387609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112150764234387609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/112150764234387609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/07/posters-on-wall.html' title='posters on the wall'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-112150698367156980</id><published>2005-07-16T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T02:43:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>along these racial lines</title><content type='html'>along these racial lines&lt;br /&gt;where we bury our brothers&lt;br /&gt;the borders of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;where we lay ourselves to die&lt;br /&gt;where's the peace?&lt;br /&gt;we're all god's people&lt;br /&gt;where's the hope?&lt;br /&gt;save it, it's growing feeble&lt;br /&gt;why are we hating?&lt;br /&gt;sending our people to die&lt;br /&gt;wars and more fighting&lt;br /&gt;someone please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you wear a white hood&lt;br /&gt;put it over your head&lt;br /&gt;you think it's real cool&lt;br /&gt;well someday you might just end up dead&lt;br /&gt;don't act like a fool&lt;br /&gt;youre much too old for this&lt;br /&gt;get on the road&lt;br /&gt;the kool klux clan's just a load of rotten piss&lt;br /&gt;hitch a ride outta this life&lt;br /&gt;while you still have the chance&lt;br /&gt;throw out that bloody knife&lt;br /&gt;make your life a world enhanced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos' along these racial lines&lt;br /&gt;is where your body's gonna lie&lt;br /&gt;this is how you will get shot&lt;br /&gt;and eventually die&lt;br /&gt;war was not what our parents taught&lt;br /&gt;quit the clan&lt;br /&gt;join the church&lt;br /&gt;it's a plan&lt;br /&gt;god won't leave you in the lurch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a gun and shot a kid&lt;br /&gt;didn't like the colour on her face&lt;br /&gt;that's no excuse&lt;br /&gt;it's confused&lt;br /&gt;it's a shame you exist&lt;br /&gt;that's your name on the black list&lt;br /&gt;it's your face in the paper&lt;br /&gt;a 5 year old dead&lt;br /&gt;you saw colour&lt;br /&gt;and decided you didn't like her&lt;br /&gt;with a shot to the head&lt;br /&gt;she's never coming back&lt;br /&gt;everything's crashed off-track&lt;br /&gt;with that been said&lt;br /&gt;now there her body is laid&lt;br /&gt;along these racial lines&lt;br /&gt;an unfair price she paid&lt;br /&gt;stand up speak up&lt;br /&gt;make a difference to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bury our brothers along these racial lines&lt;br /&gt;our sisters suffer loss of many different kinds&lt;br /&gt;our children are dying&lt;br /&gt;our parents growing weak&lt;br /&gt;still everyone is fighting&lt;br /&gt;going on a killing streak&lt;br /&gt;please god save the world from this tragedy&lt;br /&gt;take off our masks, get rid of hypocrisy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112150698367156980?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-112150607767684196</id><published>2005-07-16T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T02:27:57.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reconstructed love</title><content type='html'>yesterday was 15th july 2005. and man was it one good day. it was really emotional i must say. despite the tinge of mixed emotions. theres a lot of happiness involved. so thank you, all of you who i met yesterday. cos you just made life even more worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when im happy. i write. actually i write all the time. so this is the long-awaited (i hope) poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RECONSTRUCTED LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come out to the playground&lt;br /&gt;come out to play&lt;br /&gt;we'll leave without sound&lt;br /&gt;together runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy this reconstructed love&lt;br /&gt;a summertime romance&lt;br /&gt;take me into this blurry trance&lt;br /&gt;our reconstructed love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shredded paper past&lt;br /&gt;moments gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;bring me up to cosmic view&lt;br /&gt;looking down here such a thrill&lt;br /&gt;chase galatic dreams&lt;br /&gt;we'll run away&lt;br /&gt;shot off to space in fire beams&lt;br /&gt;we'll find our love on the milkyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up in the sky we share a star&lt;br /&gt;all can see from planets far&lt;br /&gt;stopping by lovers' lane&lt;br /&gt;comets shattered gone the pain&lt;br /&gt;we'll travel the universe&lt;br /&gt;explore the solar system&lt;br /&gt;new heights, our love to traverse&lt;br /&gt;stars combust in lovely tantrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love reconstructed&lt;br /&gt;tainted clean the cosmic debris&lt;br /&gt;yes, all this is fated&lt;br /&gt;out there exist you and me&lt;br /&gt;our spaceship left behind&lt;br /&gt;searching now we hope to find&lt;br /&gt;tools to make this perfect&lt;br /&gt;hopes and dreams bound to collect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a love that breaks boundaries&lt;br /&gt;not found across earth's 7 seas&lt;br /&gt;only up there out in space&lt;br /&gt;the perfect time, perfect place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come out to the playground&lt;br /&gt;come out to play&lt;br /&gt;we'll leave without sound&lt;br /&gt;together runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy this reconstructed love&lt;br /&gt;a summertime romance&lt;br /&gt;take me into this blurry trance&lt;br /&gt;our reconstructed love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-112150607767684196?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/112150607767684196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>my journey with god</title><content type='html'>i dont know why. but i feel obligated to do this. it's always been very difficult for me during sharings sessions in ED and confi class because i never really felt comfortable opening myself up. but today i'm doing it, why i don't know. but i've been struggling with my faith for a few months now. and i guess by doing this, i'm reaffirming my own faith, and hoping also to help those like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a cradle catholic, born into a fully catholic family, with roots going back to generations before. i've been in holy cross all my life. my dad's a warden there. he's been the foundation of faith in my family. i overheard him talking to his friends one day and he said he is trying his best to nurture his children into good catholics. and he did just that. my mom was not born catholic but she converted when she married my dad. both of them led by example, being great catholic parents, sending myself and my three older brothers to cat class, mass and for my brothers, to catholic schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was young, church was boring and it was a chore goign to church. i even compared myself to my cousins, asking why i had to wake up early sunday morning to go to church while they could sleep in. cat class was boring too, i never enjoyed it much and often skipped class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all changed when my dad told me the story of how god spoke to him once. he wanted to retire and went to church on a friday to pray for an answer. on sunday, the gospel had these words from god :" do not worry, god will provide". his fears of the family not being able to survive without any financial backing were to be taken care of by god. the next day, he tendered his resignation. this story struck me hard. people always told me that god was there, but i never experienced him, so i never actually believed. after this, i did with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was about 12 then. since then my faith has been steadfast and i always fell back on him whenever i needed help. and he never failed me. till this day he has given me everything i prayed to him for. not a single time has he failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about a year ago, about 3 weeks after confi camp. it fell apart. some people very very close to me said something which hurt me so bad. and at that moment i realised that god really is the only one who understands. i thought these people understood, yet they didnt. only god does. that morning i went for YA and i cried my heart out. i was confused. that was the last time i went for any VC activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spoke to fel, jiamin and a couple of my friends from church about the incident. they helped me find ways to tell those people what actually was going on. i went back for ED for about a month. then it was gone again. till today i havent attended any VC activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isnt easy. in fact it hurts me more than anything. but im afraid to go back. because of that incident and because im afraid i might fail reaching out to him again. so i spoke to jiamin recently and she agreed to help me through it, by attending YA with me. but still im afraid. im hoping to go on from that one YA session to going back to ED and being with god again. cos i have never felt his presence any stronger than in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to clear my name or whatever, i've long stopped bothering what people think about me. i know for myself why i'm attending church. and i hope to recover from this setback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want everyone to know that once you have him in you, dont neglect him. cos although he's still there, if you pray to him, it will be easier for him to reach out to you. and your life will be so much more fulfilling. each time you pray, do so with all your heart, for after those tears fall, it will be replaced inside by the holy spirit, and it will nourish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im searching for that lost feeling in me. if you have him, keep him in. if you dont yet, find him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111942833386483211?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111942833386483211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111942833386483211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111942833386483211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111942833386483211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-journey-with-god.html' title='my journey with god'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111918416961287006</id><published>2005-06-19T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T05:29:29.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im dissing you lady!!!</title><content type='html'>alright. i read the newspapers today. and boy did i get some enlightenment. so i'm gonna address one issue which i read about which honestly, i think is a load of gibberish and shouldn't even be on the news. i mean i'm sure there are better things to write and tell the nation about. like let's say.. zoe tay's dog gave birth or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes since you guys complain that i don't paragraph enough, i will start to. cos this ain't a poem, but you should read it. cos i'm seriously puzzled. i wonder how people can be so hyped on something as pornographic as a naked girl. that, to me, is downright chauvanistic and very very disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the story started with a chick who put a naked photo of herself up on her blog cos she claims that she likes to keep pretty photos of herself. lady, get a life. oh and while you're at that, get some self-respect too. yes i'm dissing her, but only because i think it's outrageous that she's selling her body. plus it's for free on the net. like come on! go beg hugh hefner to let you be on playboy on something. at least people pay to see your stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this girl, she writes about her sexual escapades too. who she did and where she did it. like please lady, no one wants to know what dirty jobs you've been doing. a self-proclaimed sarong party girl, she only dates caucasian men. to that i only laugh. that's like a chinese guy throwing away his dim sum to eat fish and chips for the rest of his miserable life. what kind of analogy is that? a ridiculous one. just like her decision to be judgemental and rule out all chinese men. i'm not even chinese and i don't have a problem with them. please lady, don't make yourself any more unpopular than you already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i love dissing her. why? cos people like her deserved to be dissed by people like me. you might have the brains, but where's your morality? since you love getting rooms so much, get the privacy too. don't tell your story to the rest of the world. cos i feel real sorry for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111918416961287006?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-111883382699497111</id><published>2005-06-15T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T06:14:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to the one i love</title><content type='html'>my same friend who choses to remain anoynomous again, wrote this poem. he's getting good. so check him out here if you want to read more of his stuff. any of you who want your stuff (poems, essays, speeches) read, just drop me a message or a mail and i'll put it up here. just no cheesy what-i-did-today entries. yep. not many people come to my blog to read, but the people who come here know that they're coming here to read poetry. so yeah. anyway this ones called "to the one i love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO THE ONE I LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you arent just another one&lt;br /&gt;this my heart can say&lt;br /&gt;since i went my way&lt;br /&gt;attracted to you till this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from those very lips&lt;br /&gt;words flow out endlessly&lt;br /&gt;like a sword to my soul&lt;br /&gt;a needle in my marrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let this slip&lt;br /&gt;though my tears will ache&lt;br /&gt;fill your hearts longing&lt;br /&gt;while mine shall be rotting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a far away dream&lt;br /&gt;like a hand to the moon&lt;br /&gt;how you seem so close&lt;br /&gt;as beautiful in bloom a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greener on the side&lt;br /&gt;i'd hold on to that&lt;br /&gt;for its the same thought&lt;br /&gt;to you i was brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the one i love&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you everyday&lt;br /&gt;even as you slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;in my heart youre always welcome to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9080132.post-111798312871561291</id><published>2005-06-05T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T06:16:25.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still the artist i am</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine who chooses to remain anoynomous wrote this. read it. it's good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STILL THE ARTIST I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how u sit all day&lt;br /&gt;staring at blank walls&lt;br /&gt;what's that? clay?&lt;br /&gt;no. just a bunch of useless balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you speak to yourself&lt;br /&gt;wad's the picture&lt;br /&gt;you aint got a clue&lt;br /&gt;but there's a fixture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now they say love's like that&lt;br /&gt;who'd u'll meet is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;but for the fact i know&lt;br /&gt;you mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the arrow strikes&lt;br /&gt;your eyes grow little spikes&lt;br /&gt;oblivious to everyone, everything&lt;br /&gt;attention's on that swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hunger there is&lt;br /&gt;full will never come&lt;br /&gt;you know she's his&lt;br /&gt;its a les amis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just a masquerade&lt;br /&gt;like any other fashion parade&lt;br /&gt;she used you, cheated&lt;br /&gt;like a piece of shit, you little migit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop dreaming now&lt;br /&gt;she's faded beyond the horizon&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are blocking&lt;br /&gt;on her heart there'll be no more knocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;everything seems so bleak&lt;br /&gt;its different now&lt;br /&gt;all cold, no heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so release me from this threshold&lt;br /&gt;from this constant struggle&lt;br /&gt;i still have a name&lt;br /&gt;i am the artist i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sarah: man i gotta ask you. wads a migit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111798312871561291?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111798312871561291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111798312871561291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111798312871561291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111798312871561291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-artist-i-am.html' title='still the artist i am'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111684736285873365</id><published>2005-05-23T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T06:19:53.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over you - version 2.0</title><content type='html'>i love this one cos it really made me happy. just how girls can take charge sometimes and get over lousy ex-boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OVER YOU - VERSION 2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my number yesterday&lt;br /&gt;knowing that it couldnt work any other way&lt;br /&gt;pictures of us sent up in flames&lt;br /&gt;taking with them your empty love claims&lt;br /&gt;all the jewellery you gave me&lt;br /&gt;i pawned it all for more money&lt;br /&gt;because obviously, all i was was a bet&lt;br /&gt;a proof that me you could get&lt;br /&gt;so now i wish we had never met&lt;br /&gt;i think it's really shallow&lt;br /&gt;your selfish actions sent my heart to the gallow&lt;br /&gt;as difficult as it is&lt;br /&gt;i have to accept the truth as this&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving you before you can me&lt;br /&gt;im so glad now i finally see&lt;br /&gt;all you were was a waste of my time&lt;br /&gt;living you wuold to myself be a crime&lt;br /&gt;baby, you wont see me crying&lt;br /&gt;you'll never see me frown&lt;br /&gt;all the love i have for you is dying&lt;br /&gt;in my sorrows no longer i drown&lt;br /&gt;what i really dont understand&lt;br /&gt;was how i could ever be so blind&lt;br /&gt;the very day you first held my hand&lt;br /&gt;and the cloud that blurred the vision of my mind&lt;br /&gt;without you i can think i can rhyme&lt;br /&gt;so this one's for you, YOU BIG BALL OF SLIME&lt;br /&gt;trust me darling, i fortell the future&lt;br /&gt;soon your chauvanistic nature&lt;br /&gt;will be met with despise and a greater demise&lt;br /&gt;and believe me, her majesty me well be around to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111684736285873365?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111684736285873365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111684736285873365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111684736285873365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111684736285873365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/over-you-version-20.html' title='over you - version 2.0'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111684691573133599</id><published>2005-05-23T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T04:15:15.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over you</title><content type='html'>i wanna get over you&lt;br /&gt;since what we had was never true&lt;br /&gt;you left me high and alone&lt;br /&gt;left me dry my temper blown&lt;br /&gt;5 months since that day&lt;br /&gt;i know you well, you always have your way&lt;br /&gt;im not a toy&lt;br /&gt;not some girl acting all coy&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted you back&lt;br /&gt;the course of my life you threw off track&lt;br /&gt;now that you're back please cut me some slack&lt;br /&gt;we both know i still love you&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be part of my crew&lt;br /&gt;but you cut me too deep&lt;br /&gt;left a burn, now i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;i was fine till you appeared&lt;br /&gt;put in my heart everything i feared&lt;br /&gt;from your clutches i was freed&lt;br /&gt;now that youre back again i bleed&lt;br /&gt;i must get over you&lt;br /&gt;just how i dont have a clue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111684691573133599?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111684691573133599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>"doo doo doo"</title><content type='html'>he feels low&lt;br /&gt;yet he doesnt wanna show&lt;br /&gt;when it gets out of control&lt;br /&gt;he just lets it flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is in need&lt;br /&gt;missing piece to complate&lt;br /&gt;emotions catch on speed&lt;br /&gt;so she hums it so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;dont behave like a fool&lt;br /&gt;doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;dont ever lose your cool&lt;br /&gt;remove that rock from your road&lt;br /&gt;from your shoulders that heavy load"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing the feel&lt;br /&gt;despearately needing to heal&lt;br /&gt;still everything put to conceal&lt;br /&gt;in my mind a popular appeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;dont behave like a fool&lt;br /&gt;doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;dont ever lose your cool&lt;br /&gt;remove that stone from your shoe&lt;br /&gt;from now on lead a life you deem true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step off the ledge&lt;br /&gt;in your diary of life write the last page&lt;br /&gt;forget your sinful ways&lt;br /&gt;but then the song plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;dont behave like a fool&lt;br /&gt;doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;dont ever lose your cool&lt;br /&gt;hurting yourself is never right&lt;br /&gt;wake up please see the light"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need to stop&lt;br /&gt;your life's not that much of a flop&lt;br /&gt;dont throw away a future so bright&lt;br /&gt;not ever, especially not tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;dont behave like a fool&lt;br /&gt;doo doo doo&lt;br /&gt;dont ever lose your cool&lt;br /&gt;let this song guide you home&lt;br /&gt;there, you're never alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it helps her&lt;br /&gt;clears his mind from a complete blur&lt;br /&gt;it will do the same for you'&lt;br /&gt;just sing along, "doo doo doo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9080132.post-111684410138976583</id><published>2005-05-23T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T06:20:57.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stars on strings</title><content type='html'>this one has sentimental value for me cos its like one of those titles that i had in my head for really long but never really bothered to venture into. it kinda started the whole poetry lyrics thing for me. oh and this was written with an intention for it to turn into a song. so if anyone wants to lend a hand in figuring out chords... im really attached to this one. more than the rest so i really hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STARS ON STRINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung up like ornaments in the sky&lt;br /&gt;true inspiration for you and i&lt;br /&gt;that night sitting with you on the roof&lt;br /&gt;to me, that was good enough proof&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hung up on you&lt;br /&gt;but you're oblivious with absolutely no clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung up like ornaments in the sky&lt;br /&gt;the stars shine bright for you and i&lt;br /&gt;no one reads me like you do&lt;br /&gt;nobody understands me as much as you&lt;br /&gt;but you look only to her&lt;br /&gt;and my feelings i push aside for later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to cope&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna choke&lt;br /&gt;you're blind to me, fail to see&lt;br /&gt;our night under the deep blue sky&lt;br /&gt;meant nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;so please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is so true&lt;br /&gt;but all i am to you is stars on strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung up like ornaments in the sky&lt;br /&gt;a deep longing for you and i&lt;br /&gt;love is patient, love is kind&lt;br /&gt;love is passion, sure and sublime&lt;br /&gt;it is humble, never ever boasts&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i love the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung up like ornaments in the sky&lt;br /&gt;this connection between you and i&lt;br /&gt;finding memories you dig into your mind&lt;br /&gt;but those with me you have left behind&lt;br /&gt;my heart's melancholic cries&lt;br /&gt;dry my tears as they fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to cope&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna choke&lt;br /&gt;you're blind to me, fail to see&lt;br /&gt;our night under the deep blue sky&lt;br /&gt;meant nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;so please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;my love for you ever so true&lt;br /&gt;but all i am to you is stars on strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars hung like ornaments in the sky&lt;br /&gt;you're breaking my heart,&lt;br /&gt;making me cry&lt;br /&gt;can we go back to the start?&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna live this lie&lt;br /&gt;they say stars reflect our lives&lt;br /&gt;but the stars we see so perfect&lt;br /&gt;as for us we only lack&lt;br /&gt;those in the night are willing&lt;br /&gt;ours are simply plastic ones hung from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please let me go, cut the string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111684410138976583?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111684410138976583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111684410138976583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111684410138976583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111684410138976583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/stars-on-strings.html' title='stars on strings'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111684237773521572</id><published>2005-05-23T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T02:59:37.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>i just went up to a caucasian guy and asked him if i could take a photo of his hair. haha he said no. obviously. he has a wuss shake. so not my kind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111684237773521572?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-111682117321487291</id><published>2005-05-22T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T06:21:38.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a joint effort</title><content type='html'>ok i wrote this one with mark. we did alternate lines. my first collaboration. haha feels like im gonna cut an album and i'm working with pharrell. hmm now that's a thought. alritey. thanks mark!! oh i ripped it from your blog. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A JOINT EFFORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my queen of hearts i've lost&lt;br /&gt;now i wonder at what cost&lt;br /&gt;to the jack of spades it was&lt;br /&gt;taken from me by force&lt;br /&gt;will the queen of diamonds do?&lt;br /&gt;no, the feeling wont be true&lt;br /&gt;but part of my hearts her's&lt;br /&gt;with this the pain only made worse&lt;br /&gt;now for my own foolishness i curse&lt;br /&gt;her beauty captivating&lt;br /&gt;yes, its mind blowing&lt;br /&gt;the longing in me only growing&lt;br /&gt;the river of love ever flowing&lt;br /&gt;i walk in it serves a cleansing&lt;br /&gt;to stain the water clean i'm willing&lt;br /&gt;but all this wont bring back the feeling&lt;br /&gt;the love the passion the pain&lt;br /&gt;all reduced to a tiny little grain&lt;br /&gt;as insignificant as an ant on a vast grass plain&lt;br /&gt;so hard to bear i'd rather be slain&lt;br /&gt;to the depths of hell i'll then be thrown&lt;br /&gt;my limbs burn off as in pain i groan&lt;br /&gt;to the devil my soul is on loan&lt;br /&gt;only the queen of hearts can redeem me&lt;br /&gt;only then in heaven i'll be&lt;br /&gt;for now i gaze lovingly at her majesty&lt;br /&gt;but all i am is just so ghastly&lt;br /&gt;shes too great too prefect a lady&lt;br /&gt;so i better flee hastily&lt;br /&gt;before again her presence beholds me&lt;br /&gt;and to the tree of love binds the lover in me&lt;br /&gt;from her i shall never be set free&lt;br /&gt;but true love i already see&lt;br /&gt;it's a shame that person wont be me&lt;br /&gt;her heart belonged to another one called "he"&lt;br /&gt;my darling queen i'll send her off&lt;br /&gt;but my hearts already soft&lt;br /&gt;i need to leave or i'll breakdown and cry&lt;br /&gt;to the great heavens i'll then fly&lt;br /&gt;vying for her love at least i did try&lt;br /&gt;but she thinks my feelings a lie&lt;br /&gt;i really don't understand why&lt;br /&gt;she thinks i'm not her guy&lt;br /&gt;to her demands i have limited supply&lt;br /&gt;but to her every wish i am tied&lt;br /&gt;in each a failure i did nothing but cried&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not afraid, i won't hide&lt;br /&gt;because her remarks no matter how snide&lt;br /&gt;changes not my love my ego my might&lt;br /&gt;down the street i still walk in pride&lt;br /&gt;people thinking my skin animal hide&lt;br /&gt;so the story ends this way. forever lonely i shall stay&lt;br /&gt;but till she says no, my heart belongs to her every single day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111682117321487291?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111682117321487291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111682117321487291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111682117321487291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111682117321487291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/joint-effort.html' title='a joint effort'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111660562258757268</id><published>2005-05-20T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:13:42.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever is an AWEfully long time</title><content type='html'>you say you'll love me forever&lt;br /&gt;take care of me whenever&lt;br /&gt;search and protect me wherever&lt;br /&gt;break my heart and leave me crying you'll never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says our friendship will stand the test of time&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if doubting that is a crime&lt;br /&gt;we might be best friends today&lt;br /&gt;but when tomorrow comes, who's to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say family will support me through it all&lt;br /&gt;the love and warmth to pick me up when i fall&lt;br /&gt;siblings, parents and relatives who will never turn on me&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, i guess i'll wait and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often we are comforted&lt;br /&gt;that this connection which has already started&lt;br /&gt;it will remain there for eternal ages&lt;br /&gt;adding to the diary of life new pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my thoughts she gives me a dime&lt;br /&gt;i tell her "forever is an awfully long time"&lt;br /&gt;then she starts to explain&lt;br /&gt;clearing up the doubts which i claim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain things do last&lt;br /&gt;such things dont care about your past&lt;br /&gt;the future is all that matters&lt;br /&gt;till the day you die sends you love letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever is a long period&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt even take that long to build a myriad&lt;br /&gt;but he word holds a quiet promise&lt;br /&gt;and takes your heart off the waiting list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this dedication i stand in awe&lt;br /&gt;to the sheer devotion i hesitate to call&lt;br /&gt;forever might last long&lt;br /&gt;but till you leave this world,&lt;br /&gt;someone will be there to sing you a song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111660562258757268?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111660562258757268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111660562258757268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111660562258757268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111660562258757268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/forever-is-awefully-long-time.html' title='forever is an AWEfully long time'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111660519674433961</id><published>2005-05-20T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:06:36.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crush!</title><content type='html'>he sets my heart ablaze!&lt;br /&gt;at the wondrous revelation i constantly gaze&lt;br /&gt;my eyes always fixated on him&lt;br /&gt;upon sight, immediately i beam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad dont support me&lt;br /&gt;if only they could find it and see&lt;br /&gt;their daughter's falling in love&lt;br /&gt;with an angel sent from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends say hes not good enough&lt;br /&gt;to that i do nothing but laugh&lt;br /&gt;they dont understand&lt;br /&gt;the feeling running through me when he holds my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime he walks past&lt;br /&gt;i wish that moment would forever last&lt;br /&gt;his eyes staring into mine&lt;br /&gt;i know hes definitely one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school he walks me to my house&lt;br /&gt;walking beside me, he quickens my pulse&lt;br /&gt;at the door he kisses me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;leaving my spirits at an ultimate high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he whispers to me a song&lt;br /&gt;and for him my heart would sincerely long&lt;br /&gt;he carresses my hair&lt;br /&gt;speaking to me words so fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh! this is one crush&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i can ever flush&lt;br /&gt;he really turns me on&lt;br /&gt;of his love and attention i am so fond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111660519674433961?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111660519674433961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111660519674433961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111660519674433961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111660519674433961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/crush.html' title='crush!'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111660483809440471</id><published>2005-05-20T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T06:22:44.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was a teenaged porn star</title><content type='html'>this one is dedicated to miah. cos he waited so long for me to post it up. so its for you. haha. it's mild cos i cant really write wad actually goes on here. too explicit. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WAS A TEENAGED PORNSTAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;people point but dont greet&lt;br /&gt;"hey thats the girl"&lt;br /&gt;who would've known i send their lives into a whirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just a job&lt;br /&gt;i did it cos i didnt wanna be a slob&lt;br /&gt;plus i was 15 and people were so mean&lt;br /&gt;even now they wont wipe my slate clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dont know the complications&lt;br /&gt;that tag along with such occupations&lt;br /&gt;they were prejudiced and judged against me&lt;br /&gt;it hurt so bad, i lost all sense of dignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see myself when i walk into a video store&lt;br /&gt;at the magazine stands theres even more&lt;br /&gt;it all happened so long ago&lt;br /&gt;since then their disgust did nothing but grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at job interviews managers ask&lt;br /&gt;"what have you fulfilled? what important task?"&lt;br /&gt;i dont have anything accounted to my name&lt;br /&gt;apart from all the unwanted fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what awaits me in the future?&lt;br /&gt;will laughs and mocks become second nature?&lt;br /&gt;i was a teenage pornstar&lt;br /&gt;at that time i didnt realise, my life i'd thrown afar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111660483809440471?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111660483809440471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111660483809440471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111660483809440471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111660483809440471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-was-teenaged-porn-star.html' title='i was a teenaged porn star'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111659656081969060</id><published>2005-05-20T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T06:42:40.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music to me</title><content type='html'>i havent been blogging recently nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for my nonchalant ways&lt;br /&gt;i've been preoccupied mostly&lt;br /&gt;by the music that keeps me so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thrilled to realise&lt;br /&gt;that despite radio's musical demise&lt;br /&gt;music's got a bright future&lt;br /&gt;underground music's soon gonna be second nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new bands discovered&lt;br /&gt;chasing away the dark clouds that hovered&lt;br /&gt;more indie more rock&lt;br /&gt;releasing us all from pop's painful lock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh liberate us from all the hip hop&lt;br /&gt;i pray please let it all stop&lt;br /&gt;this my hurtful (rather) plea&lt;br /&gt;why cant all of you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more indie more rock&lt;br /&gt;will release us from this painful lock&lt;br /&gt;i treat my music seriously&lt;br /&gt;you should or risk dying to the sounds of chingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeww!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111659656081969060?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111659656081969060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111659656081969060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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strife&lt;br /&gt;the hearts of the people never failing still&lt;br /&gt;no hatred. none aiming for the kill&lt;br /&gt;they lit up my day everyday&lt;br /&gt;set my heart ablaze in every single way&lt;br /&gt;such innocence and unjudgemental views&lt;br /&gt;things of which we only wish&lt;br /&gt;not receiving even praying upon the cathedral's pews&lt;br /&gt;love shone through in every dish&lt;br /&gt;every smile brought a new meaning&lt;br /&gt;now i wonder why all the complaining&lt;br /&gt;these people dont have half of what i possess&lt;br /&gt;yet for money and material they care less&lt;br /&gt;content with the basic necessities&lt;br /&gt;we are shrouded by life's controversies&lt;br /&gt;all they long for is for our love&lt;br /&gt;affection they never before experienced&lt;br /&gt;now i finally understand the gift of sharing given from above&lt;br /&gt;i wonder at the sheer childlike brilliance&lt;br /&gt;these orphans showed me the proper way to living&lt;br /&gt;their friendliness touched us all&lt;br /&gt;their extreme need was only for us&lt;br /&gt;now i wonder how time and time again we fall&lt;br /&gt;upon the slightest error we fuss&lt;br /&gt;those like chanthy and chamreaou have nothing&lt;br /&gt;only to the hope of new family they cling&lt;br /&gt;for the memory of the old one only gets more bleak&lt;br /&gt;as days past grow even more weak&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could make their days better&lt;br /&gt;but all i can do is to send a letter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111548591245677610?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111548591245677610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111548591245677610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111548591245677610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111548591245677610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/05/tribute-to-orphans.html' title='a tribute to the orphans'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111313058906050675</id><published>2005-04-10T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T04:01:44.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i die</title><content type='html'>up in the sky so far&lt;br /&gt;he's my bright shining star&lt;br /&gt;my guide in times of lost&lt;br /&gt;as to destruction i accost&lt;br /&gt;i find the hope i seek&lt;br /&gt;a tinge, even if it all seems bleak&lt;br /&gt;enough to keep me going&lt;br /&gt;in pursuit of that one glowing&lt;br /&gt;a thunderous roar in the sky&lt;br /&gt;and to my lifeline i wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;then i wake&lt;br /&gt;and in this sacrament i partake&lt;br /&gt;a different light i see&lt;br /&gt;relaxed may my soul be&lt;br /&gt;as i am inducted&lt;br /&gt;amongst the faithfully departed&lt;br /&gt;just a while ago&lt;br /&gt;the star i wished on so&lt;br /&gt;wasnt enough to keep me alive&lt;br /&gt;into the shadows i dive&lt;br /&gt;my spirit taken on a flight&lt;br /&gt;released from this treacherous plight&lt;br /&gt;the love for which i lorn&lt;br /&gt;is now forever gone&lt;br /&gt;yet i suffer not&lt;br /&gt;emotions erased like a robot&lt;br /&gt;my little thorn so trivial&lt;br /&gt;i fell to something ever so menial&lt;br /&gt;the world i left behind&lt;br /&gt;severing the ties that bind&lt;br /&gt;i think they call this one death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111313058906050675?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111313058906050675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111313058906050675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111313058906050675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111313058906050675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-i-die.html' title='when i die'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111313040660665063</id><published>2005-04-10T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T03:53:26.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing!</title><content type='html'>this one is pretty dumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a harpoon to the heart&lt;br /&gt;travelling like a quick dart&lt;br /&gt;almost as deadly as a smelly fart&lt;br /&gt;sharks like that they dont sell at walmart&lt;br /&gt;the money i shall use to buy a go kart&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i dont turn out like bart&lt;br /&gt;or my limbs five metres apart&lt;br /&gt;forget it i'll just buy an apple tart&lt;br /&gt;donate the rest for a start&lt;br /&gt;then my fishing knowledge i will impart&lt;br /&gt;to any seeking to satisfy the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111313040660665063?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111313040660665063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111313040660665063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111313040660665063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111313040660665063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/fishing.html' title='fishing!'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111313025311956136</id><published>2005-04-10T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T03:54:06.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>the one standing there&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful nothing can compare&lt;br /&gt;this time they share&lt;br /&gt;high school sweethearts jim and clare&lt;br /&gt;two lovers an inseparable pair&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of a life so fair&lt;br /&gt;together in their secret lair&lt;br /&gt;pain which alone he cannot bear&lt;br /&gt;with her he longs to share&lt;br /&gt;for she in return really does care&lt;br /&gt;other lives apart they tear&lt;br /&gt;my heart on my sleeve i wear&lt;br /&gt;my wounds it will repair&lt;br /&gt;matters of the heart's affair&lt;br /&gt;love is abundant as air&lt;br /&gt;to this feeling my five senses impair&lt;br /&gt;you just have to swear&lt;br /&gt;that forever you'll dare&lt;br /&gt;to love as if your heir&lt;br /&gt;a love like theirs isnt rare&lt;br /&gt;be aware&lt;br /&gt;just look you'll find it over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111313025311956136?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111313025311956136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111313025311956136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111313025311956136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111313025311956136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111312991807134698</id><published>2005-04-10T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T03:45:18.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>before me a plate of veal&lt;br /&gt;my last sumptous meal&lt;br /&gt;as before you i kneel&lt;br /&gt;my fate you seal&lt;br /&gt;it all seems so surreal&lt;br /&gt;the walls i face coated in teal&lt;br /&gt;the intensity of the emotions i feel&lt;br /&gt;to him i make my last appeal&lt;br /&gt;for my heart to him reveal&lt;br /&gt;so that he can help me deal&lt;br /&gt;with the pain so long i had to conceal&lt;br /&gt;hurting me like the skin i peel&lt;br /&gt;please please make me heal&lt;br /&gt;for it goes on like a never-ending wheel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111312991807134698?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111312991807134698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111312991807134698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111312991807134698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111312991807134698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111312977002671096</id><published>2005-04-10T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T03:42:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what if..</title><content type='html'>to a certain extent i do regret&lt;br /&gt;i feel it's my own fault&lt;br /&gt;the opportunity was right there&lt;br /&gt;i didnt take it&lt;br /&gt;now all thats left is nothing&lt;br /&gt;its all but a distant memory of what was&lt;br /&gt;everyday i look to the same place&lt;br /&gt;hoping for magic&lt;br /&gt;for it to reappear&lt;br /&gt;or for it to disappear&lt;br /&gt;cos i know i let it slip&lt;br /&gt;it didnt go&lt;br /&gt;i let it slip&lt;br /&gt;i looked at it and it looked back at me&lt;br /&gt;both of us trying to hide the obvious glances&lt;br /&gt;i regret not showing it how i really am&lt;br /&gt;i regret not justifying the feeling&lt;br /&gt;it's empty and unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;yet its strong and lasting&lt;br /&gt;forever i'll live in the shadow of 'if''&lt;br /&gt;what if i took it? what if?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111312977002671096?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-111305482818225357</id><published>2005-04-09T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T06:53:48.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the wrath of school</title><content type='html'>you know the feeling&lt;br /&gt;of another boring morning&lt;br /&gt;heavily it is raining&lt;br /&gt;all you wanna do is go on sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thw dew smells great&lt;br /&gt;but you are resigned to the fate&lt;br /&gt;of having school on this date&lt;br /&gt;so reluctantly i drag myself across the gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she seems to talk a lot&lt;br /&gt;her voice sounding like a robot&lt;br /&gt;she talks as she writes to the last dot&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt want me to sleep but how can i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"man look at those eyebags!"&lt;br /&gt;i say as my own face sags&lt;br /&gt;i hate weekday mornings, theyre such drags&lt;br /&gt;plus i gotta wake uo and see those damn fags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm sitting in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;while outside the sky goes "boom!"&lt;br /&gt;around me again does darkness loom&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go hime, away from this gloom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111305482818225357?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111305482818225357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111305482818225357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111305482818225357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111305482818225357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/wrath-of-school.html' title='the wrath of school'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111305433707657300</id><published>2005-04-09T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T06:45:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sorrow of a world</title><content type='html'>the sorrow of a world&lt;br /&gt;united in prayer&lt;br /&gt;asking for repose&lt;br /&gt;for a soul who cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his smile lit up our day&lt;br /&gt;love that shone through in every way&lt;br /&gt;his blessings so powerful&lt;br /&gt;healing the sick, comforting the despaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, over there he lies&lt;br /&gt;eyes shut, never to open again.&lt;br /&gt;his days in purgatory will soon end&lt;br /&gt;then he will be placed at god's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lives he touched&lt;br /&gt;we will never forget&lt;br /&gt;the noble on we lost&lt;br /&gt;a leader so great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never will his memory grow faint&lt;br /&gt;he leaves a legend&lt;br /&gt;behind him a legacy&lt;br /&gt;a string of miracles, memorable ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as he joins those before him&lt;br /&gt;we are assured he is taken care of&lt;br /&gt;this, in loving memory of our holy father&lt;br /&gt;who showed us all the way to our creator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111305433707657300?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111305433707657300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111305433707657300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111305433707657300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111305433707657300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorrow-of-world.html' title='the sorrow of a world'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111260389554676563</id><published>2005-04-04T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:38:15.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laguna maniaaa!</title><content type='html'>just watched the season finale of laguna beach. ouchh. man it was so sad when trey left. and when stephen was talking to kristin he was crying! oh man can't wait for season 2. hopefully stephen trey and the rest will come back often. but hey there's still kristin and talan. man you guys should really start watching laguna beach. it's better than OC in my opinion. and it's far more addictive than anything on the teevee. damn 11 episodes ago i didnt know wad it was to want more teevee. now i want more!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9080132.post-111245734247161560</id><published>2005-04-02T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T07:55:42.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one for the cynical</title><content type='html'>i dont believe in love&lt;br /&gt;the world is full of hate&lt;br /&gt;aimless anger served on a plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i die alone?&lt;br /&gt;it wont be much of a chore&lt;br /&gt;however exciting, still love's a bore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult being the minority&lt;br /&gt;i think people call those like me&lt;br /&gt;a pessimist of sorts, so i shall be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compassion's for the saints&lt;br /&gt;it really isnt in my nature&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be on an african adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love's really just not my thing&lt;br /&gt;if i find someone it'll just be a fling&lt;br /&gt;or maybe a chance to get some bling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a feeling like this doesnt happen to everyone&lt;br /&gt;apparently cupid doesnt choose just anyone&lt;br /&gt;"no man's an island." whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do it by myself&lt;br /&gt;i dont need someone next to me&lt;br /&gt;alone and hated i am so happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111245734247161560?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111245734247161560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111245734247161560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blocked by what we see&lt;br /&gt;influences. so god help me!&lt;br /&gt;blinded by the tangible&lt;br /&gt;the ones which we regard&lt;br /&gt;we oversee how its breakable&lt;br /&gt;and of how its all just a facade&lt;br /&gt;we look over the one just standing&lt;br /&gt;there in front of us yearning&lt;br /&gt;for the love we aim at the other&lt;br /&gt;so again and again we blunder&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its just right there&lt;br /&gt;"its so hard to see" you swear&lt;br /&gt;stop making the unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;those that wont be recognised&lt;br /&gt;oddly and on the contrary&lt;br /&gt;the one of whom you never fantasised&lt;br /&gt;is the one who knows&lt;br /&gt;the one who shows&lt;br /&gt;the love which grows&lt;br /&gt;as each moment passes on&lt;br /&gt;the heart grows fond&lt;br /&gt;he's right there cant you see?&lt;br /&gt;if not for eternal ages&lt;br /&gt;lonely you shall be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow that took me like 3 minutes. man i love poetry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111245641069724687?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111245641069724687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111245641069724687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111245641069724687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111245641069724687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry-i-took-you-for-granted.html' title='sorry i took you for granted'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111234266061561458</id><published>2005-03-31T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:04:20.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it'll inspire someone as this has inspired me</title><content type='html'>i wrote a poem about death the other day. after i wrote it i read it. maybe at that point in time that was how i perceived death. seriously, it was kinda scary. maybe i'll post it sometime. actually i've got lots of ideas for some. from songs, things people say, thoughts and visions. songs that i think have powerful lyrics. i actually posted some of them last time. but i think there's one especially which really illustrates lost and sadness in your life. and tying in with the poem about death this song finds its space amongst the crowded thoughts. it's a song called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fade to black by metallica..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life it seems, will fade away&lt;br /&gt;Drifting further everyday&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost within myself&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters no one else&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the will to live&lt;br /&gt;Simply nothing more to give&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more for me&lt;br /&gt;Need the end to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Things not what they used to be&lt;br /&gt;Missing one inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Deathly loss this can't be real&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand this hell i feel&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is filling me&lt;br /&gt;To the point of agony&lt;br /&gt;Growing darkness taking dawn&lt;br /&gt;I was me, but now he's gone&lt;br /&gt;No one but me can save myself, but it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't think, think why I should even try&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday seems as though it never existed&lt;br /&gt;Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i wanna write stuff like this. however depressing, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it'll inspire someone as this has inspired me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111234266061561458?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111234266061561458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111234266061561458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111234266061561458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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yea!! ok so as a catholic family tradition there's always the church visitation on maundy thurday night. they followed along on the visitation, so i took it upon myself, like a vocation you know.. ahahhaa. to like talk them through and explain to them what was going on. haha of course with dorcas there was the constant&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "where are the altar boys?"&lt;/span&gt; question. so we went first to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;mary of the angels&lt;/span&gt; church. wow it is sooo nice!! plus the crucifix is like superrr cool!!! it was real dark and loomy so the three of them were quite creeped out. the figure of the crucified christ above the altar was indeed creepy for a first timer. along with the solemn atmosphere. next up,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; st joseph&lt;/span&gt; along cashew rd. it was big!! plus they had the actual stations. so that was cool. of course the 3 of them were comparing altar boys "why that one just now so attentive this one not?" yep.. third place was &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;st ignatius.&lt;/span&gt; it was pretty empty compared to the previous 2 churches. went down to the main church. den they asked "where are all the altar boys?" hahaha. den we went up and found the altar boys. yep.. last place was &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;holy cross&lt;/span&gt;. it's great showing them a place i kinda grew up with and have grown so attached to. so now they know how it looks like! yay!! hahaha. yea dorcas knows guan so she was like "where's guan?" hahaha. at least its a different question. den we went back for some &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hardcore LOTR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome just sharing the visitation experience with them. i have a to admit. of all the traditions, this is probably one of my most favourite. and i could teach them about good friday and how we catholics do stuff. it was just a great feeling. just &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sharing the experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good friday mass was spent well.. standing. hahaha. so was easter sunday mass.. aahha 2 masses in a row!!!! oh my!!! ah leong and the rciy kids got baptised finally. wow!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh daddy said friggy's gonna leave to study in rome. he's been a really big part of my faith formation in church and i hate to see him go. but hey it's all for the best. we'll all miss him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat went to eat sushi with shaomu darren and dorcas to celebrate &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;darren's birthday&lt;/span&gt;. wah i was sooo full larr.. den went shopping. hahaha. yay i bought 2 rings 1 skirt and i pair of earrings. i went to borders but they had no calvin and hobbes. derek came back a few hours later and he said he saw 3 calvin and hobbes on bargain. aahh!!! pissed off! must go and get them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so nowadays i've found myself a new love. yep. no not a tall hunky one but more of a hobby. damn! haha yep. ok it may sound stupid or profound.. wahaha.. so some of you. but i really enjoy &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;writing poems&lt;/span&gt;. you know how people like doodle on the tables when lesosns are boring. well, i write. poems. not necessarily something i am or can relate to. i write bout everything. grief, fun, doubt, love. its just amazing how you can express something so simple in such complex words. and something so complex in such a simple form. it works both ways. so now im planning to write poems for the people around me. to me &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;poetry is like an outlet&lt;/span&gt;. somewhere i escape to. i dont rhyme well though. so i've been doing a lot of non-rhyming  serious poems. maybe i'll post them next time. i've got like tonnes in my chem book and diary. anyway i've been pretty happy these few days. i felt so blessed on easter sunday. i really dont know why. hahaha maybe cos i was wearing comfy pyjamas! but really. and lately my hardest subject a math hasnt been giving me problems at all!! ahhahaa. so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i definitely have a lot to give thanks for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in school i wrote poems again!!! hahaha. i went mad with them lar. so now i owe jeraldine and sherri poems too. ahahha. and aiyun and i are gonna write one together. neat!! sat between nat and zr during a math. hahahaha and i could actually keep up with them. so that was good. after school was hanging around in the classroom den saw szeliang walking in acjc. so sherri was with me and she was like. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"the girl next to him!! the super pro ij shooter. sooo CHIO!!"&lt;/span&gt; hhahaha. she's mad! so i called him. so paiseh larr. wahhh. nevermind at least sherri saw her chiobu. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so worried for next year's committee. at the rate they're going. i really dont see how it all can work out. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111200391762375086?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111200391762375086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111200391762375086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111200391762375086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111200391762375086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/03/holy-week.html' title='holy week'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111133151474237733</id><published>2005-03-20T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T07:11:54.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem</title><content type='html'>so i walk&lt;br /&gt;down this road its so weird&lt;br /&gt;kinda different&lt;br /&gt;confused in a strange place&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the light&lt;br /&gt;so is that good or is that not?&lt;br /&gt;it could mean this or it could mean that&lt;br /&gt;either way it has to be good&lt;br /&gt;after all now i can see you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get it all funny&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like composing&lt;br /&gt;what it doesnt really matter&lt;br /&gt;not at that time&lt;br /&gt;not till you read it an hour later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you just go on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;its like a force taking over you&lt;br /&gt;a lyrical possession&lt;br /&gt;permeation of a creature&lt;br /&gt;one of great dictation and articulation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda distracting though&lt;br /&gt;ive got someone speaking at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;2 voices. one self inflicted&lt;br /&gt;the other a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;if something, of someone, who writes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dig my toes into the sand"&lt;br /&gt;he sings&lt;br /&gt;" i wish you were here"&lt;br /&gt;yea i wish i were there too&lt;br /&gt;thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that just now was a distraction&lt;br /&gt;he makes senseless analogies.&lt;br /&gt;of which when you further ponder&lt;br /&gt;actually do make sense&lt;br /&gt;who cares he wishes im there. yea man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea you might have guessed by now&lt;br /&gt;its just the other voice in my head.&lt;br /&gt;the one who didnt contribute&lt;br /&gt;but certainly builds up&lt;br /&gt;wad can i say?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY INCUBUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111133151474237733?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111133151474237733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111133151474237733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111133151474237733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111133151474237733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/03/poem.html' title='poem'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111133079291798214</id><published>2005-03-20T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T06:59:52.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>toys r us, mtv</title><content type='html'>haha went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;toys r us&lt;/span&gt; with derek leon and jack to get sam his present. oh man that place sure got me all happy. its like disneyland. jus smaller scale of happiness. like an eternal childhood, where its never too late to be a kid again. so after walking 2 rounds finally got wad i wanted. it was a toss up between a big one, a pimpable one and a..well. i cant say cos i havent given it to him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking down saw russell! haha he was folding balloon animals for every donation a person made to the bone marrow for kids thing. yep. this super tall caucasian fella was telling me bout it. yea so i donated 2 bucks. he's kinda cute. hahah oopss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to potblack to shoot some pool. man i made a cut on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red 3 ball&lt;/span&gt; into the middle pocket. it was beautiful man!! and i almost beat derek. hahaha so thats a good thing. i kinda sunk the black ball when i was supposed to, just the wrong hole. yea i admit im still pretty crap. but hey im getting better! man a pool table at home would be such a good investment larr!! almost almost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went home and waited for mtv to show laguna beach. its such good stuff man. its like reality teen flick. with like super good looking people. fyi, it's &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;laguna beach - the real orange county.&lt;/span&gt; yep. for those people like me who actually follow laguna beach. lemme tell ya wad i think of it. i think lc's nice but stephen should so go with kristin. talan drives a mercs!!! hahaha stephen looks like andrew wendrew or whatever he calls himself nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday there was a whole lot of stuff to watch man. went to church. saw fred and he was like super funny. he has this cut down his nose, so i asked him wad happened. he was holding this pocket mirror.. haha. and he said he didnt know how he got it. fel and i jus laughed man.. went to the basement saw the pple. samfoo brought her work to church..ahahaha. tim was eating &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HOKKEIN MEE!!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with the rodriguez clan to mcdonalds for breakfast. can you believe it? the rodriguez clan at macs eating? hahaha. man i love mcdonalds breakfast. had my hotcakes with sausage and orange juice. den went grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man should have gone for YA... i need the spiritual refreshment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up watch formula one. alonso won!! yay! im quite the alonso fan i must say. glad that schumi wasnt on the podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that did work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den back to the teevee. watched whatever thingss!! hahaha. i love whatever things man. maybe cos josh and arm look like brandon boyd. yea.. den there was malcolm in the middle, viva la bam and pimp my ride&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. man weekends mean good teevee!!!!&lt;/span&gt; to all those who dont have mtv.. go get it. the best shows are on it man!! theres..&lt;br /&gt;1. pimp my ride&lt;br /&gt;2. viva la bam&lt;br /&gt;3. laguna beach&lt;br /&gt;4. room raiders&lt;br /&gt;5. whatever things&lt;br /&gt;6. scammed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. i love my mtv! so now im here with my ipod sending vibrations to my ears. better than ezra to be exact.oh now its incubus. man i love incubus too.. wad can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"please MTV, pimp mah ride!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111133079291798214?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111133079291798214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111133079291798214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111133079291798214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111133079291798214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/03/toys-r-us-mtv.html' title='toys r us, mtv'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111104276464034603</id><published>2005-03-16T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:59:24.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow</title><content type='html'>stupid weiyoung. one day after browsing for phones den he already got his ngage.. lucky fella.. anyway i jus had &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;indian food&lt;/span&gt; at little india. i really like little india.. theres like so much character. such a lively place. and man bangle shopping there is like WOAH!! hahaha. yay gonna play pool tml.. i've been wanting to play for soo long okaay. i'll thrash your acs butts!! hehe. ok after this im gonna do my homework.. or sleep. like duh. hehe. weiyoung still wanna watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heffalump&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. heard from nat it's like only an hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat and gang are going to go sports again.. ahaha &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;good luck&lt;/span&gt; you guys. try not to fall off as much. them skating kinda reminds me of the CAM days. yes.. i'm so past those days. but its cool. my godbrother john skates there. never heard me mention him? cos i have never ever talked to him. some tattooed fella lar. haha nat went to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; and saw the cute malay fella.. man must check it out again. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;william's still better though.. right mindy?&lt;/span&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha talked to jazimin that day. he says he and lutfi can &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;vibrate their eyeballs&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. something like first you cross your eyes. den you use a little more force and they will vibrate. ahaaha. interesting.. den he added. "do already will get headache".. i almost bang my head against the wall lar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derek got a toys r us card.. hahahah. he's like totally obsessed with transformers.. just like the old days.. reminds me. i'm never going back to lego at taka cos the cashier fella probably thinks i'm like a stalker or something. i always go there and he's always there. i jus go to buy my lego though. nothing more. it was damn weird seeing him lar.. so weird that that day i got weiyoung to buy the stuff for me. ps: hes no william.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm evidently im feeling much better. maybe cos ive been sleepping more. oh i discovered something. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;taylor dent the tennis player looks like a cross between ken and eddy&lt;/span&gt;. ahahahha.. awessome!! oh and batista's gonna kick triple h's butt!! he was cleaning house man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly.. thanks to wenfang denise mich and everyone who has been crowding my tagboard. hahaha.. its fun.. oh and aiyun youre sucha &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dumbass&lt;/span&gt;.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha happy birthday tml sam!! hope ya have fun at disney on ice.. hahaha.. remember i'm jus a phonecall away.. hahaha you'll need it bad.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;buggaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111104276464034603?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111104276464034603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111104276464034603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111104276464034603'/><link rel='self' 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chinese lar.. i cant help it. the next thing i know she's going shopping and weiyoung and i are watching a movie. so he insists on heffalump... hahaha. i insisted on hitch.. so we flipped a coin but that fella still not happy.. so we went to lido. in the end we watched lemony snicket's. sigh. hahaha. stupid fella kept pushing my chair backwards den my chair would keep rocking.. haha.. he's so cute.. anyway he has this total obsession over ciara's one two step.. ahahha and heffalump of course. den after that he accompanied me to shop for dorcas' present. yepp and i helped him out with his dream of buying his ngage. after all that we walked to plaza and went home. not before taking 2 pictures of freddie in his calvin kleins though!! it was nice going out with him larr.. havent really hung out at all.. but he's still as whiny and all that. yea and pretty cute with the mole!! hahaha yea weiyoung i think your mole's cute!! he's just a really fun guy to hang with.. he talks so much rubbish that there's not a moment of feeling awkward.. hehe. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks for hanging with me weiyoung!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111090057270425802?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111090057270425802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111090057270425802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111090057270425802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111090057270425802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-out.html' title='day out.'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111079530113689329</id><published>2005-03-14T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T02:15:01.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz i invented..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;name:&lt;/span&gt; sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;best thing in your fridge now:&lt;/span&gt; jello, diet coke, cheese doritos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ugliest thing in your closet:&lt;/span&gt; school uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;most embarrassing cd in the collection:&lt;/span&gt; meredith brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;favourite 'the' band:&lt;/span&gt; the strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;favourite place to fart:&lt;/span&gt; in front of my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ugliest food:&lt;/span&gt; brocolli soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sexiest cartoon character:&lt;/span&gt; batman of the future's terry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;most revolting cartoon character:&lt;/span&gt; striperella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;favourite word:&lt;/span&gt; dumbass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;favourite tissue paper brand:&lt;/span&gt; kleenex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in the toilet, sit or squat? :&lt;/span&gt; sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;clothes, hung or folded?:&lt;/span&gt; hung.. like duh sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;strawberry or raspberry:&lt;/span&gt; i invented this but i dont know how to answer it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dumb and dumber or dude wheres my car?:&lt;/span&gt; man you cant compare 2 classics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;zit or bad hair?:&lt;/span&gt; bad hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;retro lines or retro circles?:&lt;/span&gt; retro circles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;freddy or johnny?:&lt;/span&gt; freddy has a hat.. johnny has a hocky mask.. freddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pop out eyes or black ones?:&lt;/span&gt; pop out's cooler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fat toes or hairy toes?:&lt;/span&gt; hairy toes= hobbits... so hairy toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;huge butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; or hairy butt?:&lt;/span&gt; damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;big nostrils or hairy nostrils?:&lt;/span&gt; again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dirt under nails or dirt in eye?:&lt;/span&gt; dirt in eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;obnoxious or notorious?:&lt;/span&gt; notorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;inproportionate body or hairy body?:&lt;/span&gt; hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;high nose or high forehead?:&lt;/span&gt; i remember this girl with a high forehead..man that was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;outback jack or the bachelor?:&lt;/span&gt; OUTBACK JACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;snakes or ladders?:&lt;/span&gt; ladders.. duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; B?:&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jar of cookies or a jar of candy?:&lt;/span&gt; cookiesss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha try and answer it will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111079530113689329?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111079530113689329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111079530113689329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111079530113689329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111079530113689329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/03/quiz-i-invented.html' title='quiz i invented..'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-111001470626836535</id><published>2005-03-05T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:25:06.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is dedicated to...</title><content type='html'>its ironic. i was having like real intense prayer that night. i told god i was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning in school i heard of someone. someone struggling to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;he fights and fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know him personally. but i really admire him, his family and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they strength and faith in god they have is simply tremendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;god's answering my prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i saw the sec 3 gb girls crying. i went over and told them "just take it as he's going home to god"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who know blenheim personally. we all pray for you and for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god works in wonderful miraculous ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few months ago a friend of mine lost his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my grandfather bout a year ago. it hurt me not because we were close. but because we werent. the last thing i remember about him was a smile he showed when he saw me at the hospital. at that point in time i realised how much i meant to him. a day later he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read something like life on earth is temporary but life in heaven is eternal from a blog dedicated to blenheim's plight. it really is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;dear maple. stay strong alrite girl. we're all here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;god works in wonderful miraculous ways. let not our will but his will be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-111001470626836535?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/111001470626836535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=111001470626836535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111001470626836535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/111001470626836535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-dedicated-to.html' title='this is dedicated to...'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110967313767280337</id><published>2005-03-01T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:32:17.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YA</title><content type='html'>first time in YA in a really really long time. have to admit i did feel out of place initially. you know how they always say that church is the one place you feel at home. yea that's when you're in prayer. but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you cant help but feel out when you have been out for a long time&lt;/span&gt;. jiamin val krystl and pp did help make it feel better. guan was acting gay in front of terence. haha that was amusing. and fred was getting bugged to join the servers. hehe. when YA started it was all GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings not getting better in school too. im like being real honest here. and its hard. i dont think i can survive school without dorcas sam zr nat and the red cross pple. i'm not in any clique like practically everyone else in the school. if i do have a clique it'll probably be just me and dorcas. haha. sad but &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she's awesome&lt;/span&gt; so not so sad after all. yea i do know tonnes of pple. but so wad? im not really bothered by it though. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i can self entertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nothing seems to be really working out for me. but for everything that isnt there's something which is. i have a great family. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;all that i need is provided for me&lt;/span&gt;. a strong and steadfast faith. music to accompany me. my red cross sec ones to cheer me up (most of the time when theyre not annoying). the morons. nat sam dorcas zr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school sam jinshun and i were all stamped "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;looney&lt;/span&gt;" hehe. they're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;man i seem so lost. but yet i have every direction and guide i need in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from rivermaya's if--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could choose to live my life&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no ifs to say&lt;br /&gt;and if i would choose to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no words to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;without thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;without pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;leave the things that seem to weaken us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;without fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;leave your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;let the magic turn your life around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the magic turn your life around. it has mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110967313767280337?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110967313767280337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110967313767280337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110967313767280337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hyperactive naughty ones. ronalds sooo cute. hahaha and a bit crazy cos he was sabotaging the other teams during spin and spit. hehe. eduardo and kenneth are like the horny ones. haha. oh my gosh johnson is soooooo cute!!!! i cant remember the chinese names lar. thats my problem, but now i know theres a yanling a yanru and huyang. yep. first day we had station games. some sec ones had something against my favourite game spin and spit. so yea they kinda pissed me off a little. brandon and yuliang did a really good job as group ics. the platoon ics were deaf. hehe. it was fun feeling supreme and blowing the whistle like madd!!! hmmm of cos we had campfire. it was kinda dead. but nirma and i went mad and started dancing. hehe.  confidence walk.. man i reeallly got pissed off by some sec ones on that. but it was all fun cos i walked the trail with so many pple that it wasnt scary anymore. mr firhad tried to sabo jiayee and i to walk alone.. ahhaa &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;TOO BAD!!&lt;/span&gt; that night i slept under the stars. beautiful. but before that i was talking to brandon and yunxing bout kevin.. hahahaha &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SO FUNNYY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; next day had recre 3. i guess it was the activity that got everyone dirty and thinking that red cross is the best cca ever!!! mr firhad got totally wet!! hahaha. but the teachers really helped us a lot during the camp.. so thanks!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FD com, you guys train so hard!!! keep it up we are supporting you guys all the way!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went for ED last night after ash wednesday(friday) mass. it was great seeing all of em again... even jarrell. haha. i promised nat to go more often and i really will try!! thanks nat!! you're such a dearr!!! haah shes so cute... ED/RCIY raawwwkkss!!! today theyre having the rite of election...wow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110818849759787950?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110818849759787950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110818849759787950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110818849759787950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110818849759787950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/02/past-2-weeks.html' title='past 2 weeks'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110717392536298435</id><published>2005-01-31T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T04:18:45.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday was indeed sunny</title><content type='html'>dang the title doesnt make much sense. oh well. okaay today's monday. yay to that for theres that 70's show!! and desperate housewives and ooo las vegas! haha okay enough bout the string of beautiful people and beautiful shows on the telly tonight. yesterday was sunday. haha okay like duh. i know. ok that sounded&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; bimbotic&lt;/span&gt;. ohhh! on saturday i went to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;st ignatius&lt;/span&gt; for mass. confi kids there had their covenant ritual. man!&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; i miss confi class&lt;/span&gt;!! haha their choir consisted of 3 poeple!! 3!!! if the choirs in holy cross are in desperate need of people. imagine the satuday 6pm st ignatius choir. poor fellas! okaaay back to sunday.&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; BOWLING&lt;/span&gt; went real badd!! i havent bowled as badly since hmmm.. well PRIMARY 5!! hahaha. but it was good in general. we had our laughs and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; moments. lemme jus list them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. dee walked around with my tape stuck to her butt without knowing it!! now thats wad i call entertaining!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. jessie sat on water right at her butt. hahhaha. ooo that was nasty but definitely funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. ok this one is like a shhhh situation. cos no one saw. hahahaha. a little birdie sharted on poor me. hahaha. yea it was horrible!! but they say that when something like dat happens to you you get extra good luck!! hahhaa lets jus hope so larr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was a great day for meeting old friends and making new ones too. hmm. i saw &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;meizhou&lt;/span&gt;!!! hahaha he was my informant one period in time. he still looks the same but this girl was like flanking him. *gossip* haha oops!! meizhou has a girlfren!!! hee hee!! ooo i met &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;GRACE&lt;/span&gt;!!! hahaha the one with the brother named rex. haha damn does she look... the same.. hahaha. its so strange. i havent talked to any occ people in like 4 years or wad. and a few days ago ziwei stopped by. and i met grace. wow! hahaha. i got to know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gordon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;junhao&lt;/span&gt; from dee's class. this whole bunch of sec 2 boys along with eddy! haha eddy's so cute. and the calvin fellas one good bowler i must say. hmm.. oh and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;jessie's frens&lt;/span&gt; too. gotta know one of dee's friends&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; andrew&lt;/span&gt;. and the irritating fella jingyang. haha ok i dont mean to be mean but he was talking nonsense during the tribute. like show some respect pleasse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. sick so stayed home today. sam was being naughty arr.. i wont say how but it had something to do with &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;something illegal under the table&lt;/span&gt;. no not that you kinky people!! the other slightly more healthy one.. hey but with sam whatever is healthy gets horribly twisted to something FATAL!! oh sam my dad told me to stop saying bugga. hahaha. you're lucky i didnt mention you you!!! aww its alrite i still love you.. hey wait.. maybe i dont.. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;JUST JOKING!&lt;/span&gt; better bring me to starbucks to see the cute malay fella behind the counter. my brother doesnt wanna visit cute guys for me no more. hahaha&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;. IM NOT DESPERATE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;marat won. dont really care. havent gotten over the fact that andy lost. he played horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110717392536298435?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110717392536298435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110717392536298435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110717392536298435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;the smokestack spittin' black soot into the sunny sky&lt;br /&gt;the load on the road brings a tear to the indian's eye&lt;br /&gt;the elephant won't forget what it's like inside his cage&lt;br /&gt;the ringmaster's telecaster sings on an empty stage&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh, god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;ooh...&lt;br /&gt;the girl with the curls and the sweet pink ribbon in her hair&lt;br /&gt;she's crawling out her window 'cos her Daddy just don't care&lt;br /&gt;come on!&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh, god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;the clown with the frown driving down to the sidewalk fair&lt;br /&gt;finger on the trigger and he'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh, god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;ooh...&lt;br /&gt;the kids fit their lids when their heads hear that crazy sound&lt;br /&gt;their neighbour digs the flavour still he's moving to another town&lt;br /&gt;and I don't believe he'll come back&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh, god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;well I don't know how you're takin' all the shit you see&lt;br /&gt;and don't believe anyone and most of all don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;don't believe in me&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh, god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahahha. neat!!! god damn right its a beautiful day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110700873998727667?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-110700809682354653</id><published>2005-01-29T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T06:14:56.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooo jus came back from &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;crustcean grill&lt;/span&gt; at holland v!! oh my gosh the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt; there... okok.. lemme describe it to you. it's texture is like a brownies. a slight crisp, but still soft, so it crumbles when you cut it up. inside is chocolate sauce... wow!!! it like &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;flows&lt;/span&gt; out!! and the whole things warm. paired up with vanilla ice cream on the side!!!!! wow!!!!!!!! no doubt the best i have ever had!!!! the &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;music there is great&lt;/span&gt; too. ok considering it was live music and the fella was hmmm...quite good looking. hahaha. he was great with his guitar and his voice. he sung jazz, rock, oldies! den there was i dare you to move, colin raye, tears in heaven stone temple pilots, verticle horizon and sooo much more. i requested for change the world but he couldnt sing it i dunno why so ha sung tears in heaven instead. when i was leaving he smiled at me! haha maybe cos i was the only one who actually bothered about him. i was singing along!! and he knew it lar. he was looking at me. hey if ya give me good music i appreciate. so i waved bye and he smiled again. he was singing so he couldnt say anything. he has a girlfren anyway so i'm not crushing on him. only his talents. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amazing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i want my guy if i ever get one.. hahah kevin youre not counted although we made the deal... i want him to &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SING!&lt;/span&gt; yea i guess that's like the whole charm of jake dylan and brandon boyd. yea den i can be serenaded by beautiful music every night. hahaha. i love music man!! cannot live without it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i went thru the form for service learning again. i wanna go to philippines still. but i really wanna see &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;angkor wat&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. cambodia has kids too. so maybe i'll consider cambodia. my parents now seem ok bout it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night ziwei came by my house. last time i saw her was like 4 years ago. man she looks different. haha. heard that jensen's now teaching at sss. jeremiah's getting married to jensen's sister. we talked a bit bout last time. ahaha. it was fun thinking back. i actually feel quite bad cos i used to scold jensen. den the spinner lane pple would go and tell jensen i scolded him.. hahahaha. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IM SORRY JENSEN&lt;/span&gt; if you're reading. i was a total ass last time. still am now i guess. jus that now im maybe a nicer ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110700809682354653?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110700809682354653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110700809682354653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110700809682354653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110700809682354653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/01/ooo-jus-came-back-from-crustcean-grill.html' title=''/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110699073144640561</id><published>2005-01-28T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:25:31.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha jus finished my proposal!!!! ooo camp's gonna be so fun. well that's if its approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110699073144640561?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110699073144640561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-110681932445471589</id><published>2005-01-27T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T01:50:00.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why...</title><content type='html'>yay today we had service learning briefing. finally the school's doing something right.. heehee. ok i dont mean it that way. oh wait maybe i do. ok so we were given places like &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Philippines, Thailand, Malaysia, China, Nepal, Cambodia and Indonesia&lt;/span&gt; to choose from. sam, js and the rest wanna go to nepal. actually i was thinking bout that too. but i decided i'm gonna try for Philippines or Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;civil war&lt;/span&gt; is the one song that truly inspired me. it isnt like a soft ballad or whatever. it's a pretty hard rock song. but the lyrics totally blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"my hands are tied. the billions shift from side to side. and the wars go on with brainwashed pride for no love of god and of human rights. and all these things are swept aside by bloodied hands time can't deny. and washed away by your genocide. history hides the lies of all civil war."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just so happens i was reading &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;reader's digest&lt;/span&gt;. there was this article on kids suffering in poor and rundown countries like africa. countries devastated by poverty and war. there was this picture of this african kid. skinny. suffering. pain. it struck a chord. i swore to myself to help. the article was put up by world visions asking for sponsors and adoptive parents. i really wanted to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"look at the blood we're spilling. look at the world we're killing"&lt;/span&gt; i wanna help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service learning to Philippines is under world visions. i really like what they're doing. them and the UN. this is my chance. i wanna help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"i dont need your civil war. it feeds the rich while it buries the poor. you're power hungry selling soldiers in a human grocery store."&lt;/span&gt; corruption leads to widespread poverty and hunger. people are being sacrificed each day for a cause most of them dont understand but they follow because they have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids are caught in the middle of it all. i wanna help....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not so much of what the people i go with can offer me. its more of what i can offer the people there, in turn enriching my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"stop the fighting stop the fighting stop the fighting. in your head in your head. zombie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;peaceout. end wars. please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110681932445471589?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110681932445471589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110681932445471589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110681932445471589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110681932445471589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/01/why.html' title='why...'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110674111548535464</id><published>2005-01-26T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T04:05:15.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perception is blind</title><content type='html'>well kinda ironic how i jus told edmund like 5 minutes ago. its not the quantity but the quality of friends that you have. popularity shadows the true meaning of friendship. greed hides the power of love. dishonesty covers the pain of truth. sometimes the pain is something you must bear. take frodo for instance. burden of the ring. why's it ironic? why all the skepticism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain things you treasure so dearly. think. is it materialistic? can you help yourself? why are you spending so much time and effort on something you're not sure will work out eventually? there must be a reason. certainty is what we all want. unpredictability presents setbacks and torments us inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Even closer than this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Closer than your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Closer than the things that you hold dearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  And in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Closer than this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Falling through again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Giving more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  That you could hope to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  And what would you intend to find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Solitude? Your peace of mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Holding out for something less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Than touching the hand of God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain things are so hard to let go. a relationship lost. a person lost. emotional lost. object lost. wad we often don't see is when we cling on so tightly and even desperately to one thing we lose sight and focus on wad means more to us. these are the things we take for granted. family friends comfort love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about this for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;walking down the lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you search for your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hide the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;keep them all out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;remove the mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;uncover the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;complete the task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sheltered by the grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you search for a path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;find a way to deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;consequences the aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;imagine how it would feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;swallow the pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;take back your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;give it a new fill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nothing can justify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nothing will comply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the judgement when you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in thoughts deeds words and action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everything will come to his attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"everything will be alright"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the skies light up to a bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you are my child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look around you. things you value. people you value. how much you want that. he wants you more. how much close you hold it to yourself. the same way he wants you to follow him. take up the cross. let him cleanse you. feed you. clothe you and mould you to do the good of his will. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;love yourself love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110674111548535464?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110674111548535464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110674111548535464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110674111548535464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110674111548535464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/01/perception-is-blind.html' title='perception is blind'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110667113579859177</id><published>2005-01-25T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T08:38:55.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>great lyrics from great songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"you move like water. i could drown in you"&lt;/span&gt; a lifetime by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;better than ezra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life ain't anything alone can't you see?" closer to me by five&lt;br /&gt;"i know someday you'll have a beautiful life. someday you'll be the sun in somebody else's sky but why can't it be mine?" black by pearl jam&lt;br /&gt;"all the way in on my hands and on my feet and shoulders" king of new orleans by better than ezra&lt;br /&gt;"if only you'll look at me and want to stay" if only by hanson&lt;br /&gt;"do you know that everytime you're near everybody else seems far away" disappear by hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"i wanna always feel like part of this was mine"&lt;/span&gt; praise chorus by jimmy eat world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"life is like a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt; if you only run for cover its just a waste of time. we are lost till we are found" lightning crashes by live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the killer in me is the killer in you"&lt;/span&gt; disarm by smashing pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;"living for the only thing you ever did complete and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the one thing that you both did perfectly"&lt;/span&gt; closer by better than ezra&lt;br /&gt;"rah rah rasputin lover of a russian queen" rasputin by boney m.&lt;br /&gt;"words can't say what love can do" i'll be there for you by bon jovi&lt;br /&gt;"hit me baby one more time" hit me baby one more time by britney spears&lt;br /&gt;"for you i'll bleed myself dry" yellow by coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"i just don't understand how you can smile with all those tears in your eyes"&lt;/span&gt; wonderful by everclear&lt;br /&gt;"get the cool shoe-shine" 19-2000 by gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;"the wars go on and the years go by with no love of god or human rights. and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;all these dreams are swept aside&lt;/span&gt; by bloodied hands of the hypnotised who carry the cross of homocide. history bears the scars of civil war" civil war by guns n roses&lt;br /&gt;"i see the sadness in their eyes. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;melancholy in their cries&lt;/span&gt;. devoid of all the passion the human spirit cannot die" melancholy by iced earth&lt;br /&gt;"i did what i thought was right all for the love of my life" a question of heaven by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iced earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all of us are heaven sent. there was never meant to be only one" megolomaniac by incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"the sands of time for me are running low"&lt;/span&gt; hallowed by thy name by iron maiden&lt;br /&gt;"ba rum pum pum pum" little drummer boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"you're never nothing less than beautiful"&lt;/span&gt; angel standing by by jewel&lt;br /&gt;"you raise me up to more than i can be" you raise me up bu josh groban&lt;br /&gt;"go shorty its youre birthday. we gonna party like its your birthday" in da club by 50 cent&lt;br /&gt;"fortune fame mirror vain gona insane but the memories remain" memories remain by metallica&lt;br /&gt;"close your eyes and let music set you free" music of the night by michael crawford&lt;br /&gt;"hey wait i got a new complaint. forever in debt to your priceless advice" heart-shaped box by &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;nirvana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"theres nothing left to prove theres nothing i wont do. theres nothing like the pain i feel for you... when they say you're not that strong, you're not that weak, its not your fault" not enough by our lady peace&lt;br /&gt;"dont go with your dreams untold" untold by pete francis&lt;br /&gt;"there's nothing here but what here's mine" every you every me by placebo&lt;br /&gt;"rows of houses all bearing down on me i can feel their blue hands touching me. all these things into position all these things we'll one day swallow whole" street spirit by &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dont ever feel how i felt that day. take me to the place i love take me all the way" under the bridge by red hot chilli peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"every whisper of every waking hour im choosing my confession"&lt;/span&gt; losing my religion by REM&lt;br /&gt;"shoo shoo shaking sha shakin im shoo shoo shakin sha shakin" im shakin by rooney&lt;br /&gt;"take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night" wind of change by the scorpions&lt;br /&gt;"your pride has built a wall so strong i can't get through" still loving you by the scorpions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end"&lt;/span&gt; closing time by semisonic&lt;br /&gt;"despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage" bullet with butterfly wings by &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;smashing pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i can forgive and i'm not ashamed to be the person that i am today" so far away from staind&lt;br /&gt;"even if you cannot hear my voice i'll be right beside you dear" run by snow patrol&lt;br /&gt;"trust in my self-righteous suicide" chop suey by system of a down&lt;br /&gt;"look into my eyes and its easy to see. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one and one make two. two and one make three it was destiny"&lt;/span&gt; tribute by tenacious d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"everyone has to face down the demons. maybe today you can put the past away"&lt;/span&gt; jumper by third eye blind&lt;br /&gt;"im twisted cos one side of me's telling me that i need to move on. on the other side i wanna break down and cry" burn by usher&lt;br /&gt;"for the life of me i cannot remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise" freshmen by the verve pipe&lt;br /&gt;"carry you around when you're athritis is bad" i want to grow old with you by adam sandler&lt;br /&gt;"this wait for destiny won't do be with me please i beseech you" my paper heart by all american rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"nights when the music ignites you"&lt;/span&gt; t rex by ash&lt;br /&gt;"we made our connection. a full-on chemical reaction brought by dark divine intervention. a constellation once seen over royal david's city. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;an epiphany you burn so pretty&lt;/span&gt; yea you are a shining light" shining light by ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"in my car we are superstars"&lt;/span&gt; rewind by better than ezra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"then they ask what went wrong. when you never had it right"&lt;/span&gt; desperately wanting by better than ezra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110667113579859177?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110667113579859177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110667113579859177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110667113579859177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110667113579859177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/01/great-lyrics-from-great-songs.html' title='great lyrics from great songs'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-110666619930723975</id><published>2005-01-25T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T08:42:23.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paragraphs of thoughts</title><content type='html'>jus came back from the tv. so far everythings going as planned. agassi lost to roger. marat won. andys gonna win and hes gonna meet lleyton whos gonna win. all the top 4 seeds. den andys gonna rule. i'll be realistic and say that rogers unbeatable. for now at least. if andy doesnt make it i want marat or lleyton to win. but if lleyton wins he has to beat andy in the semis. hmmm. lets jus wait for the quarters to finish first. yea ok thats real shallow. only happens 8 weeks a year though. once in jan den in march june and september. so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam jinshun and eddy are the funniest fellas around. hahha. eddy and his &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"what is my fave swear word?"&lt;/span&gt; question. haha. jinshun and his &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;extreme vanity!!&lt;/span&gt; sam and his.. well jus being the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bugga&lt;/span&gt; that he is. been hanging with them most of the time in class. its fun! totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley's dating jasmine?! hahaha ok kinda shocked. actually totally shocked. apparently hes grown taller. but shes still too tall. oh well. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;wonder if he still has his moustache.&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna join the tsunami bowling thing. i suck at bowling man. but i dont wanna give it up. jus need to practice. terribly rusty. need some sacrificial protection. or whatever you call that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding back the fool again. holding back the fool pretends. i forget to forgive. nothing is important. holding back the fool again. i knew my loss before i even learnt to speak and all along i knew it was wrong. but i played along with my birthday song. billy corgan is a genius. james iha. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm lucia told me lots bout kieran or cam as we call him. hahaha. so it seems we happened to stay in the same house. like &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WOAH&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. lotsa other stuff lar. hehas long curly hair. hahaha scary? i dunno he always looks about the same anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to timmy online for jus a while. totally great to talk to him again!!! hahaha. was talking to edmund too. it was fun.. andre was totally playing around again with his sources and news of pretty girls. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt; hehe. jordan was insulting roddick. typical. nat probably was playing rose online. dont you dare msg me wad level you're at!! was having tennis talk with andrew too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat tried stuffing the eraser into my mouth. den msged me "you have a big mouth" bugger!! im so gonna spike your coffee the next time we go out. or pour tonnes of cinnamon in!! ok so after i write this im gonna read your newly updated blog. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;see how many chiobus you see today ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;need to finish up red cross camp proposal. oh was jus thinking next time when im in the U i'll apply to the big unknown. hahaha. looks kinda fun. like mtv its my life. jus that its channel 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally in love with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LAS VEGAS&lt;/span&gt;. haha. now thats what i call good tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for ocs commissioning parade. kinda cool. like perfect marching and banging. shook the hands of 14 strangers. hahaha. actually shook the malay fella who slept outfield's hand twice. they're all real nice. being soldiers. totally &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;macho &lt;/span&gt;too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everything's going well for uncle clement. know he has come problems. we both trust that god will provide for him and help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; lives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;behind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110666619930723975?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110666619930723975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110666619930723975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110666619930723975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110666619930723975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/01/paragraphs-of-thoughts.html' title='paragraphs of thoughts'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110640460626545591</id><published>2005-01-22T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T06:36:46.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday went to orchard with jocelyn and nat. walked around den went to starbucks to study. after dat met samuel. tried for sooo long to get matthew down with us at the end we jus went for the movie ourselves. stupid sam didnt manage to get peter wong. elektra was freaky lar. especially the first flashback with the devil fella. ooo but the baddie jap fella was handsome lar. but he died. dammit!! ooops if ya havent watched it im so sorry. but i was seriously pretty freaked out by the devil thing. i was like oh no please dont appear again. i swore if he did i would have screamed out okaay. ahah wad was damn funny was halfway thru the show nat was like &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"who's the girl ar?"&lt;/span&gt; felt like whacking him soo hard larr!!! but jennifer garner looks so sexy. damn! oh and we went on a male model photo-taking spree. took 3 of the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;springfield model&lt;/span&gt; and one of the&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; calvin klein fella&lt;/span&gt;. tried to get the ck crave guy but they only had freddie and the new guy we took. went to esprit to get nat's shirt and took a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;super duper cool picture of me and sam in sunglasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i so make him look good lar.&lt;/span&gt; ok so on our way to meet the sweethearts we dropped by at topman. "fast women needed for slow shag." that is sooo cool!! hahaha. cost 33 bucks though. kinda lacking in the money dept nowadays.  so met up with the sweethearts. den sam went for dinner with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mr and mrs wadeva sam's surname is&lt;/span&gt;. den walked taka like thrice. got scolded cos i was accused of exaggerating a story. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I WASNT&lt;/span&gt;!! it's true!! went to scotts for dinner. saw cute ang moh fellas with long curly hair. my kind. thats why i love brandon boyd. nat mentioned that &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;asian girls like caucasian guys and caucasian guys like asian girls.&lt;/span&gt; so he was like lamenting it. i wasnt though totally. oh met hengchuan so nice to see him. haha still as short as ever!!! after dinner took mrt. got scolded by parents. got grounded. yea. i deserved it lar. hmm saw guan in church he has red hair!! haha corrupted head prefect!! ahahaha. alrite song for today is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the dolphin's cry by live&lt;/span&gt;. good alternative rock metal kinda music. hahahah. or ya can jus buy an incubus album and swoon over brandon boyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110640460626545591?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110640460626545591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110640460626545591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110640460626545591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110640460626545591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/01/yesterday-went-to-orchard-with-jocelyn.html' title=''/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110553566928036940</id><published>2005-01-12T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T05:14:29.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so suddenly my hobby is like doing homework and listening to people i dont want to listen to talk. last 2 weeks were rather ok. yesterday was a blast!! my brother ROMed so now i have an older sister!! well legally at least. after that we had 4 course french lunch. or was it 5? hahaha. first course was foie gras 2nd was the main course of lamb 3rd was an assorted cheese platter and lastly chocolate cake. and lotsa booze. it's not like i'm underaged anyway. hee hee. *evil laughter* so everyone's really happy, well except for those people in school. ok i shall give some credit to the teachers cos a lot of them do good at teaching. haha. alright singapore is playing on saturday. i hope i get to go watch the match. must get grandstand. less chance of getting hit by the urine filled botttles. imagine they have to pee on the stands to fill the bottles. its's downright sick! yea so i have to remind jarrell that there's football. JARRELL THERES FOOTBALL!!! yea thats done. =) oo and gotta get my brandon boyd poster and my zero shirt. if theres like an incubus shirt which reads MEGALOMANIAC im so on it. goota check out the meaning. i have a feeling it's not something good. ooo guan got me super funky orange earrings. thanks babee!!!  actually didnt really do much these 2 weeks. went over to yinghao's place to see andre den realised that yinghao aint who i thought he was. his house has a great view and a nice couch though. anyway i was practically falling asleep at his place so i jus went back home to sleep. his house is really nice but mine's bigger. WAHAHAHA. ahahahha ok not that that matters. hmm in school i've been basically hanging with sam in class. recess with dorcas and after school with joanne. hahaha. its been ok lar. ain't all that bad. other than the homework part though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110553566928036940?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110553566928036940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110553566928036940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110553566928036940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110553566928036940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-so-suddenly-my-hobby-is-like-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110415580207200745</id><published>2004-12-27T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T05:56:42.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ambition</title><content type='html'>yea sure. i do have an ambition. but it's not really wad other people think of it. others aspire to be lawyers, doctors, actors, singers and wad have you. yep mine's a little different. i wanna be a bartender. hahaha. scary thought huh. but i dont think alcohol's all that bad. den after that i'm gonna do something big and work on my ice cream dreams. hahaha. another weird one. but i'll get there somehow. and i'm gonna be the major supplier of hoegaarden and kahlua to the public by the time i get there. cos i'm gonna go all the way. and prove that being a bartender ain't all that skanky. =) now don't you dare steal it you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110415580207200745?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110415580207200745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110415580207200745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110415580207200745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110415580207200745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2004/12/ambition.html' title='ambition'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110415445486602555</id><published>2004-12-27T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T05:36:49.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deeply in love</title><content type='html'>in my life you've heard me say i love you. how do i show you it's true? hear my heart. it longs for more of you. i'm falling deeply in love with you. you have stolen my heart. i'm captivated by you. never will you and i part. i've fallen deeply in love with you. you and i together forever. nothing can stand in the way. my love for you grows stronger each new day. i've fallen deeply in love with you.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;// it's overwhelming his love. most of the time you take it for granted and don't realise it's even there. but when you open your heart. you'll find it and it will blow you away. so powerful, so unconditional. everyday you pray. asking for answers. they're everywhere. you just have to look for them. he's blessed me so much and has answered my every prayer. i love you god. //&lt;/span&gt; jesus saved us. tell it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110415445486602555?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110415445486602555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110415445486602555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110415445486602555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110415445486602555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2004/12/deeply-in-love.html' title='deeply in love'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110365242245207615</id><published>2004-12-22T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T10:08:58.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>for wad its worth. im jus glad that there are still people out there who mean a lot to me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jiamin &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;val &lt;/span&gt;are always there for me. i love you guys!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;eunice lim&lt;/span&gt;!! you!! my gilmore buddy. haha. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;dorcas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;danielle&lt;/span&gt;. those 2 i cannot live without. the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;MORONS!!.. joanne yuliang enshao yunxing nirma chanel brandon wenfang&lt;/span&gt;. other red cross pple. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;leon&lt;/span&gt;, we've been thru a lot but you've always reassured me. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;kevin&lt;/span&gt; is madness!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hidayat&lt;/span&gt; man haha. always making me laugh. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;joanne goh&lt;/span&gt;.. oh my gosh that girl, "stop eating my worksheets". &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nat fheng&lt;/span&gt;.. my fellow shopper. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;GUAN&lt;/span&gt;! oh man. he's one awesome guy. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;fel&lt;/span&gt; is always there to gimme advice. been talking to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jarrell&lt;/span&gt; and hes so funny!! &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;petrina&lt;/span&gt;, we should start the whole thing again. haha. you know wad im talking bout. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;poon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;amelia&lt;/span&gt;. both of you said something to me that really touched me. &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;timchan&lt;/span&gt;, haha. you are one of a kind. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;char&lt;/span&gt; darling, haha, shes great. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt;, havent talked to you for long but youre still one of my closest frens. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;andre jordan andrew fong&lt;/span&gt;. its guys like you who make acsi wad it is today. screwed up but damn fun. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;jason lua&lt;/span&gt;, oh man. you're names on the list. you are sooo tall okaay. thanks for cheering me up always with your rubbish. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sam zr jocelyn&lt;/span&gt;, awesome crystal jade buddies. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;, hahaha. i've got a nice present for you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moleboy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;claudia&lt;/span&gt;, hahaha. i really miss tuition with you two.&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mdm koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the tuition teacher, duno where i'd be without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; teyweiyoung&lt;/span&gt;!! hahaa. hes like my best fren from ulp. you and your mantous. in fact. echo too. esp &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;fathiah nadirah yiyan and meeezeellll&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sherri&lt;/span&gt;, will never forget ur fmssCRY. haha. the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; twangster&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3a &lt;/span&gt;people. i dont really seem like i like u guys. but tony romas and sizzler was a blast. next stop black angus. church people, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;friggy fred cheryl guowei jeremy&lt;/span&gt;, sounds weird but &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;monseignor lau&lt;/span&gt; too. hahaha. and actually all of you in church. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;chris chng&lt;/span&gt;. you are my lao po! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;brandon boyd&lt;/span&gt;, love the tattoo, and megalomaniac. haha. PS dont feel bad if you're not mentioned. cos i wanted to write bout everyone. but its 2am in the morning. oh and most of all i love &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;my brothers&lt;/span&gt; like mad!!! those 3 fellas are the ones i care the most about. hahaa. and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;lucia and germaine&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110365242245207615?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110365242245207615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110365242245207615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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confirmation&lt;br /&gt;4. discovering better than ezra&lt;br /&gt;5. getting the ipod&lt;br /&gt;6. cadet rocognition day&lt;br /&gt;7. debut of the oc&lt;br /&gt;8. discovery of one tree hill&lt;br /&gt;9. return of gilmore girls&lt;br /&gt;10. jude law sexiest man alive. haha. &lt;-- jus for fun.&lt;br /&gt;11. seeing michael come back from camp every weekend&lt;br /&gt;12. seeing my parents holding hands&lt;br /&gt;13. 6a class gathering&lt;br /&gt;14. the wave without the smile =)&lt;br /&gt;15. feast at night with the morons after a ghost scare at the playground&lt;br /&gt;16. deciding to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;17. feeling like i have made a difference&lt;br /&gt;more up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110365333312881908?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-110356455392225389</id><published>2004-12-20T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T09:42:33.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>read</title><content type='html'>mixed emotions basically. its jus that when you've been heading in the right direction all your life. it's difficult when you suddenly get pushed off the trail. and when i say pushed i do mean pushed. explain. basically when you try your best but people just dont get it. its common. maybe that's why it is frustrating. you know but who gives a damn. so what. my conscience is clear. ultimately the only people i have to answer to is god and myself. i have totally no regrets. definitely not going to bear grudges. dont see the point in that. it takes a lot to hate. shrug it off. you're happy with what you already have. yet find something lacking. its just in front of you. and you've been reaching out like mad for it. all your heart. some person just comes and pulls it away from you. so what. i did my best. shrug it off. yeah so just because that person pulls it away. furthers the distance. you walk. something you put your mind into. something you set out to get. gone because of your lack of determination. i tried my best, shrug it off. yeah right you tried your best. you let the person take it away. so what if you're not society's best friend. so what if the person presents it to you but pulls it away a moment later. it doesnt matter. i tried my best. shrug it off. and continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110356455392225389?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110356455392225389/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-110260005074927256</id><published>2004-12-09T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T05:47:30.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sdc</title><content type='html'>haha. browsing friendster. found someone. oh my gosh so cute. a bit inconvenient to say here lar. if you're interested ask andrew or fong. haahaha. reminds me maybe i should like talk to the lost friends. i have people like jeremy richmond marktay on msn whom i dont know well. maybe i should talk to them get to know them better. i blew it with jeremy. i remember it so clearly and i feel awful. mark and i jus stopped talking. dunno why. i never knew richmond that well lar. oh well. i guess that's life. people move on. no harm trying to go back though.&lt;br /&gt;past few days have been fun. went for sushi with the churchies on tuesday after tuition. sad life. tuition 3 times a week. after eating went shopping. kana suan by friggy cheryl and guan like mad man. fred's mine cheryl!!! after that went to nuh to see richmond. met guan's friend pamela too. she's cool. hahaha poor girl kana suan by richmond and guan like crazy. something bout a fella named brandon. ahhaha. but it was quite paiseh for me. cos didnt know them well. only guan. but it was all good lar. hhahah.&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm. den yesterday went for sdc campfire at the sadest place on earth... kembangan campsite. met so many pple!! lutfi was a blast. that fella still damn joker. keth...say i vain take pictures of myself. den on mrt he wanted to send me picture of himself. KENNETH LOO SAI MUN!!!! you ar... indra indra indra. he still the same man. still owes me prata. saw mich. she and leon kana like mad also. enshao kissed a guy 5 times. lutfi had boobs. met the azrin i heard soo much about. smuggled food down from guest room for my babies. oh yea. weiyoung and mizael were fighting over me. hhahahha. that was fun. especially wif weiyoung around. denise kept asking me if i loved her. sigh. im sooo glad i didnt go for sdc. they suffered like mad. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;singapore record shops have neither chevelle nor better than ezra. disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110260005074927256?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110260005074927256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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camp</title><content type='html'>jus came back from ed camp. made it home jus in time for gilmore. hahaha. it had milo so it was a real thrill watching. he's not gonna be appearing for quite some time i guess. after wad rory said to jess. cant stand her. anyway. camp was fun. but it was kinda ironic. cos i fought so hard just to go for the camp. and at camp i had this real weird "wad am i doing here" feeling. i shocked myself with that one. struggled with it for a while. den after second night it was all fine. and i wanna go back for more. i think i'll try going for YA on sunday too. anyway i met so many new people at camp. i didnt know any of the cathecumens (dunno how to spell) at first. but on the second day i started talking to kok wai jonathan pixiang and jeremy. so got to know them better. especially kok wai. he's one funny fella man. thanks for writing warm fuzzies with me! and pixiang is sooo lame. like super dots lar. jeremy has this glare thing. haha. but hes a nice guy. anyway also got to know sheryl and faith, both of whom were in my group. sheryl's real quiet and faith's rather outspoken. all of them were great to know. got to know the vc people better too. like jiamin pp gerri alyee vivian keith francis ewen and lots more. keith and francis were in the group too. i never knew keith was so damn full of rubbish. and man if you meet francis. you'll be laughing yourself nutty. so &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;camp was pretty neat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;noticed a change in myself over the past 5 months. and its pretty obvious to people around too i guess. was reading my warm fuzzies and i got a lot of "you dont seem to be yourself" and "why so quiet". it really isnt deliberate. but i figured that i talk too much. really. so i decided to try and quieten down cos the less i talk the more i hear. i used to like always tell myself not to talk but now its coming more naturally. but i believe i still crap a lot when in small groups of people. like with kok wai fred char they all. so i guess its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more of a change in character den a burdened heart&lt;/span&gt;. i may not get as much attention as i seek but i do feel that i learn more about the things happening around me. and yes i admit i do seek attention sometimes. and that's not good so i'm changing. but so far at ed camp there was a distinct change from confi camp. and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i think more now&lt;/span&gt;. think before i talk and act. although i still falter.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am changing for the better you know. i made a promise to god that i will change. and i know he sees the effort i am putting in. i dont need anyone to notice me anyway. cos i know he sees me and is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i really admire the cathecumens&lt;/span&gt;. they mustered the courage to go for wad they wanted and committed themselves to the lord. i dont think i will ever have that much courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110225575137410462?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110225575137410462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110225575137410462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110225575137410462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110225575137410462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2004/12/ed-camp.html' title='ed camp'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110199929401297761</id><published>2004-12-02T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T06:54:54.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace out. end wars.</title><content type='html'>its real difficult having to deal with loss. whether your own or of someone else. after all the only thing that feels worse than being lost is losing someone. like something you hold close and dear to you being suddenly taken away. but when you explore furthur into it, you'll realise that maybe death isnt as bad as it is made out to be. think about it. you work and slave all your life jus to make ends meet. it's a tough life. and you barely make it most of the time. ending of your sorrows? perhaps. certainly sensible. also  in life you prepare yourself by going to church, by praying, just so that you will be made worthy in the eyes of god your creator. death is god taking you home. like the ultimate reunion. it may sound kind of rude maybe. but it is all of your hard work paying off. the end really is the beginning of something great. jus like in the semisonic song closing time. one line that really hit me was "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end&lt;/span&gt;." think about it. it is true. when one door closes another opens. of course. it depends on god. when he wants you back and thinks that you're prepared, he'll take you away. and it's all good. so premature death really is wrong. that way you're not ready and it'll only lead to more suffering. all the fighting going on. the wars. all the pain. the aids epidemic, especially in africa. premature death? definitely. its all human err. yeah sure you may ask how can aids be stopped? protection. cautiousness and awareness. more medical aid for the needy. stop the fighting. its so immature and shallow. this one's dedicated to sam. you've been thru a real tough few months. the past few days especially. you may not agree with my theory but i hope it makes you feel even a little better. but you'll be alright. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110199929401297761?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110199929401297761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110199929401297761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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birkenstocks&lt;br /&gt;2. better than ezra cds&lt;br /&gt;3. so long astoria&lt;br /&gt;4. red polka dot skirt&lt;br /&gt;5. new jeans&lt;br /&gt;6. better bowling skills&lt;br /&gt;7. to do well for my o levels.&lt;br /&gt;8. world peace&lt;br /&gt;9. for my skky to be happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was conferencing the night before with ian char sze fel and fred. ian and sze were laughing like mad. char was filing. thats kinda odd. fred and i were watching critters. but it lasted long and was fun lar. last night went for ed. super solemn session. got to know jiamin better. she's awesome!! hahaha. gave her a massage too. cheryl kept suaning me cos she was jealous. hahahahha. cheryl... you ar... den after ed kana suan again lar. by the usual pple. buggers. sooo wanted to supper with them but had to go off. oh well. maybe next time. this morning had tournament. i bowled sucky as usual. at least won lucky draw. congrats dee!! you got 3rd!! hahaha its all still fun though. now discussing with skyy whether to go out... oh yea. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HAPPY WEDDING MS KOH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110153825107255441?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110153825107255441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110153825107255441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110153825107255441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110153825107255441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eating was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had mee siam quiche and even more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;was hanging with fel fred ian and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sze nigel cheryl. all sweet as a chocolate &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;bar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(damn am i bad at rhyming)&lt;br /&gt;so we did something and den felt really &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;den we pigged out cos we were &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(ok i really cant think of anything else to rhyme)&lt;br /&gt;oh friggy dropped by and he got &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bombarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the guys with questions as they &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;farted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(i told you i was bad)&lt;br /&gt;"my father calls you &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so wad should i call &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was real &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus like a big black rotten &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thumb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it was overall &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thanks tim. maybe next year i'll buy you a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. sorry for the poem. actually its like a rap. im feeling all snoop doggy rite now. i tried my very best to rhyme. and i guess i pretty much gotta give up yea. i learnt stuff too. like ariel and alyssa were sisters. i never knew that. nigel is scandalous. and sze is one helluva lame butt. that the priest collar thing isnt made of cardboard. ivan almost ate mee siam off his flat plate. that mark always wears two shirts out. and i guess i learnt a lot more. wow rite. only one night somemore sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im totally an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;. hail better than ezra. im so gonna get their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110135076770984498?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/feeds/110135076770984498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080132&amp;postID=110135076770984498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110135076770984498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080132/posts/default/110135076770984498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday-timmy.html' title='happy birthday timmy!!!'/><author><name>Srah Rod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07216966365935089514</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-9080132.post-110103143726806757</id><published>2004-11-21T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T04:13:58.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day</title><content type='html'>this is going to be the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SHALLOWEST&lt;/span&gt; entry ever. the major problem of the day.. is andy roddick. he lost to hewitt in straight sets!! masters cup semi finals. its times like these that it sucks being a fan. but hey you gotta stick it rite? yea so if hewitt beats federer, which by the way is impossible considering how amazingly good roger is. den lleyton will be no 2. not that it matters. but it sucks lar. i'm a good fan and agree that roger is too darn good to lose and andy jus flopped. so lleyton and roger probably deserve it. that's one super glitch in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SARAHSYSTEM&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;another rather interesting thing that happened happened yesterday. my red cross babies. yes they are all my babies haha. enshao yunxing yuliang lost their wallet and handphones in the school canteen. stuff like these always happen, jus seldom to someone close to you. so you kinda get a shock and question. at least i did. and i hope a teacher is reading this. school's supposed to be a safe place, a condusive environment for the students to study in. if you as the school do not provide for the students and meet the basic needs such as their safety how can you expect the students to like the school and work at their fullest potential. the principal wanted to install cctv. yea so where the hell is it? why procrastinate the serious matters like these and concentrate your efforts on building useless and redundant things like the bbq pit? please!! what kind of a school are you to mix up your priorities. do something about it. dont spend all your money building rubbish. blogs are meant for people to express their views. so i am telling you now. do something about it. cos right now i wont tell parents to send their kids to fairfield. go to the catholic schools. at least the archbishop is making improvement. well at least he bothers to try.&lt;br /&gt;hmm i guess its not so shallow anymore. jus a whole lot of anger. haha. oh i heard on radio &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DEPRESSION IS SIMPLY ANGER WITHOUT ENTHUSIASM&lt;/span&gt;. funny. totally.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today in church the homily was amusing. archbishop's doing advertising for the catholic schools. hahaha. since the protestants are doing it maybe we should too. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PROPAGATE!!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha no lar. archbishop stated it very clearly. in catholic schools &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;THE FAITH IS PROPOSED TO YOU BUT NOT IMPOSED ON YOU&lt;/span&gt;. thats the way it should be. soo.. optional chapel!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so was talking to jarrell. he's real funny. so quiet in person but a total wackjob online. the fella broke my heart. told me that fred quit the servers. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;FREDERICK KIERAN GOH!!!&lt;/span&gt; how dare you? jus wanna spite me rite? hahahaha. you still got the cassock? oh my gosh. ouch! it sooo hurts lar. hahah. can imagine all you buts out there reading and asking like wad's going on. well it doesnt matter anymore does it fred? hahaahaha. i love making a big deal out of fred in a cassock. guess i'll never see it again. oucchh.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went for some chinese thing. was sitting next to alvin cheong and he was a load of rubbish. we were drawing stuff and playing around while some fella was speaking in the front in chinese. so den all of us got scolded cos we werent listening. but the drawing thing was seriously amusing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway im seriously disturbed. help me? someone? pleeeaasee??? oh and i had a dream which was ok when it happened. but when i woke up it was like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAD THE?&lt;/span&gt; yea. scary. help? someone? pleeeaaseeE?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080132.post-110077734003986780</id><published>2004-11-18T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T03:29:00.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in this diary</title><content type='html'>Here in this diary,I write you visions of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;It was the best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;There were choruses and sing-alongs,&lt;br /&gt;and not a spoken feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm knowing that right now is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;All the nights we stayed up talking&lt;br /&gt;and listening to 80's songs;&lt;br /&gt;quoting lines from all those movies that we love.&lt;br /&gt;It still brings a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;I guess when it comes down to it...&lt;br /&gt;Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that mattersis just following your heart&lt;br /&gt;and eventually you'll finally get it right.&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into hotel swimming pools,&lt;br /&gt;and wreaking havoc on our world.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;The black top's singing me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Lighting fireworks in parking lots,&lt;br /&gt;illuminate the blackest nights.&lt;br /&gt;Cherry cokes under this moonlight summer sky.&lt;br /&gt;2015 Riverside, it's time to say, 'goodbye.'&lt;br /&gt;Get on the bus, it's time to go.&lt;br /&gt;Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters is just following your heart,&lt;br /&gt;and eventually you'll finally get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080132-110077734003986780?l=allthatcantbesaid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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