<?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-18511899</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:52:01.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18511899.post-113266584264781263</id><published>2005-11-22T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:24:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very random but, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radiohead's version of &lt;i&gt;high and dry&lt;/i&gt; is better than something corporate's. &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/18511899-113266584264781263?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113266584264781263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113266584264781263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113266584264781263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113266584264781263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/very-random-but-radioheads-version-of.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113257538252762872</id><published>2005-11-21T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:16:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new layout yay. :D sophia bush is hothothot. uh huh. you can poke your eye out if you disagree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cos i'm high, so high&lt;br /&gt;like ben franklin's kite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113257538252762872?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113257538252762872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113257538252762872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113257538252762872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113257538252762872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-layout-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113186136234891683</id><published>2005-11-13T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:33:27.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;you might think I'm losing my mind,&lt;br /&gt;but I will shy away from the specifics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching &lt;i&gt;debbie travis&lt;/i&gt; this morn. one of the girls felt the design kinda sucked. lol. and debbie thought they were tasteless. i'd say debbie's the genius tho'. i mean like, she can come to my house any day. not that we'd need it any time now. mom and dad's really really really excited about the renovations - or the aftermath of it actually. whatever. i guess it's gonna be cool really. i mean like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ROOM'S GONNA BE GREEEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who needs a fish pond in the balcony?!?! they have those EVERYWHERE - in school, my mom's office, wherever. i do not understand what is so &lt;i&gt;delightful&lt;/i&gt; about the company of fishes. you can't even cuddle them. excuse me, but gross. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY WANNA WATCH &lt;b&gt;GARDEN STATE&lt;/b&gt;. ZACH BRAFF! temporary overhigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113186136234891683?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113186136234891683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113186136234891683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113186136234891683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113186136234891683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-might-think-im-losing-my-mind-but.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113180324659343208</id><published>2005-11-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:53:18.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i lied. this is not really a blog. just a pig for testing out layouts. [guinea pig, that is.] since lj's a bitch for making layouts. don't ask me what's the big point. there is none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still hovering between n00bish-amatuer for this whole graphics designing thing. it's almost pathetic. d'arvit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113180324659343208?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113180324659343208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113180324659343208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113180324659343208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113180324659343208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-so-i-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113153757568201098</id><published>2005-11-09T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:59:35.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ridwan's da man. :D he's agreed to teach me bass. lolololol. now's only the time and money to get the guitar issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are just a total waste of paper and tape. morons. you think THEY"LL enjoy that? lmfao. hell, no. how deluded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113153757568201098?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113153757568201098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113153757568201098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113153757568201098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113153757568201098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/ridwans-da-man.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113150257497615283</id><published>2005-11-09T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:16:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear Scene, I Wish I Was Deaf // Nightmare Of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were one step behind in that dismal school of mine &lt;br /&gt;Needle and percocet instead of books on students desks &lt;br /&gt;We were so charming, but the future was alarming &lt;br /&gt;And now don't you go look so proud &lt;br /&gt;Yes, guess who's laughing now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've learned that life is one big game &lt;br /&gt;Where the winners are all getting paid &lt;br /&gt;So stop dragging your feet behind &lt;br /&gt;You can't live with the folks all your life &lt;br /&gt;So on those days home in your car &lt;br /&gt;We jerked the steering wheel to the median &lt;br /&gt;Joking that we'd end our lives &lt;br /&gt;But we weren't joking all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Start a band or throw a brick" &lt;br /&gt;You lazy hipsters make me sick &lt;br /&gt;Don't clap your hands; don't start to dance &lt;br /&gt;Don't let them know that you're a fan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be living in Manhattan &lt;br /&gt;But where are you really from? (Have you forgotten?) &lt;br /&gt;Kid, you may be playing your music loud &lt;br /&gt;But it's drowned out by your mouth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113150257497615283?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113150257497615283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113150257497615283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113150257497615283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113150257497615283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-scene-i-wish-i-was-deaf-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113119542864420524</id><published>2005-11-05T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T21:11:01.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ICE SKATING! the bunch of us went till 6 plus. lol. kinda cool, literally. sorta caught the hang of it, but not yet. landed on my ass 10 times, that's how bad i sucked at it. :D let's just say gravity doesn't like me on ice skates. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kept landing on each other. LOL. lotsa arm flinging. whoops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113119542864420524?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113119542864420524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113119542864420524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113119542864420524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113119542864420524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/ice-skating-bunch-of-us-went-till-6.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113110552134471527</id><published>2005-11-04T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:47:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check out def leppard[spelling?]'s &lt;i&gt;two step behind&lt;/i&gt;; it's so &lt;i&gt;michael learns to rock&lt;/i&gt;ish. :D but awesome anyway. &lt;3. miz introed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace gig&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Singapore American School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date: 19th november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: starts around 6, unsure of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band line up:&lt;br /&gt;Rafe&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;Six on the Beach&lt;br /&gt;Summer's Over&lt;br /&gt;Elemental&lt;br /&gt;Once Upon a Time&lt;br /&gt;Saw Loser&lt;br /&gt;Set for Glory&lt;br /&gt;Ronin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECKY SAYS SHE"LL GO! ahhaha. love you babe! hopefully we don't end up pigging out at ethel's or something instead. have never heard of any of the band's sounds, but no harm checking it out. w00t! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got super pissed at the preparation for the chinese carnival thing. like ugh, shouldn't these stuff be voluntary? geez. i understand the for-our-growing-up-sake rationale and blah blah blah, but eww. no thank you. i believe there are other ways like voluntaring to do what we like. not forced to. IMO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the days go by&lt;br /&gt;they go by oh so slow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOY ROX! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113110552134471527?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113110552134471527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113110552134471527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113110552134471527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113110552134471527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/check-out-def-leppardspellings-two.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113107412700187775</id><published>2005-11-04T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:16:06.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CORINNE IS GOING TO THIS THIS THIS &lt;a href="http://websites.parachutemusic.com/festival/2006/index2.html"&gt;CONCERT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and they have anberlin.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;she's in new zealand.&lt;br /&gt;so :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;TAKE PICTURES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never have these kinda stuff around here. &lt;br /&gt;(as in gigs featuring the relatively unknown bands from overseas. pennywise, anyone? no? something corporate? nada. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to miz about differences and stuff in australia vs singapore. australia sounds nice. i still remember something about migrating some time back, like how much of an ingrate or something when you migrate when your country's in bad or something. "stayers/quitters" issue. that debate. i wasn't really into it then. nation propaganda, it's not right to leave. @_@ right. just a brief take on this but, imo, it's not fair to label people who want to migrate 'quitters'. then again, i'm not sure how exactly they argued. so *shrugs*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ramones! the KKK took my baby away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113107412700187775?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113107412700187775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113107412700187775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113107412700187775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113107412700187775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/corinne-is-going-to-this-this-this.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113106973679664957</id><published>2005-11-04T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:02:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood rings // relient k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know the girls that i am talking about&lt;br /&gt;well they are time bombs and they are ticking&lt;br /&gt;and the only question's when they'll blow up&lt;br /&gt;and they'll blow up; we know that without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;cause they're those girls, yeah you know those girls that let their emotions get the&lt;br /&gt;best of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man&lt;br /&gt;let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings&lt;br /&gt;so we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off&lt;br /&gt;cause we'll know just what they're thinking&lt;br /&gt;cause what they're thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so pretty but she but doesn't always act that way&lt;br /&gt;her mood's out swinging on the swing set almost every day&lt;br /&gt;she said to me that she's so happy it's depressing&lt;br /&gt;and all i said was "someone get that girl a mood ring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's drama you want then look no further&lt;br /&gt;they're like the real world meets boy meets world meets days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;and it just kills me how they get away with murder&lt;br /&gt;they'll anger you then bat their eyes; those pretty eyes that watch you sympathize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man&lt;br /&gt;let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings&lt;br /&gt;so we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off&lt;br /&gt;cause we'll know just what they're thinking&lt;br /&gt;cause what they're thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so pretty but she but doesn't always act that way&lt;br /&gt;her mood's out swinging on the swing set almost every day&lt;br /&gt;she said to me that she's so stressed out that it's soothing&lt;br /&gt;and all i said was "someone get that girl a mood ring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause when it's black (it) means watch your back because you're probably&lt;br /&gt;the last person in the world right now she wants to see&lt;br /&gt;and when it's blue it means that you should call her up immediately&lt;br /&gt;and ask her out because she'll most likely agree&lt;br /&gt;and when it's green it simply means that she is really stressed&lt;br /&gt;and when it's clear it means she's completely emotionless (and that's all right i&lt;br /&gt;must confess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know the girls that i am talking about&lt;br /&gt;she liked you wednesday but now it's friday and she has to wash her hair&lt;br /&gt;and it just figures that we'll never figure them out&lt;br /&gt;first she's jekyll and then she's hyde....at least she makes a lovely pair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood ring oh mood ring&lt;br /&gt;oh tell me will you bring&lt;br /&gt;the key to unlock this mystery&lt;br /&gt;of girls and their emotions&lt;br /&gt;play it back in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;so i may understand the complex infrastructure known as the female mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...that's terrible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113106973679664957?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113106973679664957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113106973679664957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113106973679664957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113106973679664957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/mood-rings-relient-k-we-all-know-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113101191600277877</id><published>2005-11-03T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T17:58:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday feelings // the used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and move to the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;The worries are washed out to sea&lt;br /&gt;See the changes, people's faces blurred out&lt;br /&gt;Like the sunspots or raindrops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all those feelings, those yesterdays feelings will all be lost in time.&lt;br /&gt;but today ive wasted away for today is on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the only worries I had in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the light in my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;Holding tight and try not to hide how i feel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Feelings mean nothing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all those feelings, those yesterdays feelings will all be lost in time &lt;br /&gt;but today I’ve wasted away for today is on my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't care to worry&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling so lonely &lt;br /&gt;Breaking apart all this love in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and move to the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where feelings mean nothing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those feelings, those yesterdays feelings will all be lost in time (all be lost in time)&lt;br /&gt;But today I’ve wasted away, for today is on my mind &lt;br /&gt;For today is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Yeah today is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't care to worry&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling so lonely &lt;br /&gt;Breaking apart all this love in my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113101191600277877?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113101191600277877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113101191600277877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113101191600277877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113101191600277877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-feelings-used-close-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113099551713532928</id><published>2005-11-03T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:25:17.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ruthless // Something corporate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only lonely picture&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on my floor&lt;br /&gt;Littering my shore&lt;br /&gt;This is the last true burning letter&lt;br /&gt;Given to a girl&lt;br /&gt;Written by a boy&lt;br /&gt;Living in a world created to destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I built you a city, would you let me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tear it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there you go for the last time&lt;br /&gt;I finally know now what I should have known then&lt;br /&gt;And I could still be ruthless if you'll let me&lt;br /&gt;But there you go and I'm not done&lt;br /&gt;You're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun&lt;br /&gt;The rising tide will not let you forget me&lt;br /&gt;Forget me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is your ghost that kneels before me&lt;br /&gt;Razors on her tongue, a body full of oxygen&lt;br /&gt;It wont be the last time she'll ignore me&lt;br /&gt;The thinning of my skin, without the strength to go&lt;br /&gt;The winter's setting in, to cover you in snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I built you a city, would you let me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tear it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there you go for the last time&lt;br /&gt;I finally know now what I should have known then&lt;br /&gt;And I could still be ruthless if you'll let me&lt;br /&gt;But there you go and I'm not done&lt;br /&gt;You're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun&lt;br /&gt;The rising tide will not let you forget me&lt;br /&gt;Forget me&lt;br /&gt;Forget me&lt;br /&gt;Forget me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Il'l raise towers and Climb them&lt;br /&gt;Rivers and walk them&lt;br /&gt;Oceans to drown in&lt;br /&gt;You won't make a sound in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there you go for the last time&lt;br /&gt;I finally know now what I should have known then&lt;br /&gt;And I could still be ruthless if you'll let me&lt;br /&gt;But there you go and I'm not done&lt;br /&gt;You're waving goodbye, well at least you're having fun&lt;br /&gt;The rising tide will not let you forget me&lt;br /&gt;Forget me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113099551713532928?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113099551713532928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113099551713532928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113099551713532928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113099551713532928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/ruthless-something-corporate-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113093071906183826</id><published>2005-11-02T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:25:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yule shoot your eye out // fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are your good years&lt;br /&gt;don't take my advice&lt;br /&gt;you never wanted the nice boys anyway&lt;br /&gt;and I'm of good cheer&lt;br /&gt;cause I've been checking my list&lt;br /&gt;the gifts you're receiving from me&lt;br /&gt;will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one awkward silence&lt;br /&gt;and two hopes you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;staying up, waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;and all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to me&lt;br /&gt;before you bury yourself alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't come home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the last thing I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;underneath the tree&lt;br /&gt;merry Christmas, I could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new years baby&lt;br /&gt;you owe me&lt;br /&gt;the best gift I will ever ask for&lt;br /&gt;don't call me up, when the snow comes down&lt;br /&gt;its the only thing I want this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one awkward silence&lt;br /&gt;and two hopes you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;staying up, waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to me&lt;br /&gt;before you bury yourself alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't come home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;you're the last thing I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;underneath the tree&lt;br /&gt;merry Christmas, I could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't come home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;you're the last thing I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;underneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;merry Christmas, I could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't come home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;you're the last thing I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;underneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;merry Christmas, I could care less&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/18511899-113093071906183826?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113093071906183826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113093071906183826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113093071906183826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113093071906183826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/yule-shoot-your-eye-out-fall-out-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113089266519023670</id><published>2005-11-02T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:23:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mm. feverish. skipped the sc meeting. but i probably have to go down again cos the chiense-csi diskette's with me. we're in deep shit because we still have no clue what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence to anyone[the following can be kinda offensive tho, BUT HUMOUR LAH PPL, please!], really, especially people who tYpE lIkE dIs kEkEx ^^;[i am not being sarcastic here] but if you can't appreciate the entertaining satire of these people, then please, do not click. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com/"&gt;museum of twits.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_museum-of-twits_archive.html"&gt; What's a Twit? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-ah-lian.html"&gt;What Is An Ah Lian?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com/2005/09/beep-tonghuaz.html"&gt;Fuck Tong Hua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-to-do-your-friendster-profile.html"&gt;How to decorate your friendster profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-to-enjoy-habbo-hotel.html"&gt;habbo hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i didn't write those, duh. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariah found the site, thxalotbaby! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113089266519023670?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113089266519023670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113089266519023670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113089266519023670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113089266519023670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/mm.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113086047094841344</id><published>2005-11-01T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T23:57:17.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Saddest Song // The Ataris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two more days&lt;br /&gt;Until your birthday&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was mine&lt;br /&gt;You'll be turning five&lt;br /&gt;I know what its like&lt;br /&gt;Growing up without&lt;br /&gt;Your father in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i pretend&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing all i can&lt;br /&gt;And hope someday you'll find it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;To understand&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;And forgive me for not being in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember waiting for you to come.&lt;br /&gt;I remember waiting for you to call.&lt;br /&gt;Remember waiting there to find nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;I remember waiting for you to come.&lt;br /&gt;Remember waiting for you to call.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting there to find nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday&lt;br /&gt;You'll really get to know me&lt;br /&gt;Not just from letters read to you&lt;br /&gt;I pray i get the chance&lt;br /&gt;To make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;We've got a lot of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I will make it up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113086047094841344?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113086047094841344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113086047094841344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113086047094841344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113086047094841344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/saddest-song-ataris-only-two-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</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-18511899.post-113085059361218847</id><published>2005-11-01T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:25:54.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeaa. a public blog ever since like, the big school blogging issue hoohah months ago. whatever. people should cut some slack. lj wasn't as private as it was supposed to. mmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a censored blog! kinda. or just some place to store the links and/or song lyrics. ^^; tyvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pah. anyway. april and i are behaving like complete bimbos over the coach in &lt;i&gt;bend it like beckham&lt;/i&gt;. lyke oMfGzZZ sHoOooO keWtz KAwA11 nEhz!!!!!!!!!![we do not talk like that, duh. just an example.] exclamations aside, he's kinda hot. AHAHA. it's our right to be teenyboppers now, so shut up. :D [i mean puhlease, you don't want to see my mom being a bopper. so gross.] it's just a phase, it'll pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. apparently hanley's trisexual, whatever that is. ^^; ask huiyu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18511899-113085059361218847?l=contradictions-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/feeds/113085059361218847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18511899&amp;postID=113085059361218847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113085059361218847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18511899/posts/default/113085059361218847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictions-.blogspot.com/2005/11/yeaa.html' title=''/><author><name>marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04796614850354668185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
