<?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-6622442808940308961</id><updated>2011-10-11T17:08:46.683+08:00</updated><category term='nanyang'/><category term='speeeeling.'/><category term='die'/><category term='drawingskillz'/><category term='icons'/><category term='news'/><category term='Wan Lin'/><category term='weeklyreview'/><category term='needafuneral'/><category term='danceinastorm'/><category term='112'/><category term='psl'/><category term='library'/><category term='gonna die'/><category term='LSC'/><category term='jiti'/><category term='omg'/><category term='HELP'/><category term='smile'/><category term='sem1'/><category term='legs'/><category term='personality'/><category term='interact'/><category term='batchies'/><category term='amazing race'/><category term='wushu'/><category term='family'/><category term='firedrill'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='Wan Qing'/><category term='training'/><category term='rant'/><category term='notes'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='yay the world'/><category term='MRLEE'/><category term='blah.'/><category term='PISSED.'/><category term='cip'/><category term='school'/><category term='camp'/><category term='TGIF'/><category term='taylor swift'/><category term='cup noodles'/><category term='Weekends'/><category term='BORING'/><category term='rgps'/><category term='YOG'/><category term='hongkong'/><category term='juniors'/><category term='imtoolazytotag'/><category term='url'/><category term='geez'/><category term='remeber'/><category term='harrypotter'/><category term='jbros'/><category term='Chinese'/><category term='RANDOM'/><category term='holidayyy'/><category term='Callie'/><category term='BOM'/><category term='tingxie'/><category term='WHOOO'/><category term='yay'/><category term='212'/><category term='cny'/><category term='musicmeme'/><category term='draw'/><category term='GLEEEEE'/><category term='ache'/><category term='winnie'/><category term='Lovelove'/><category term='meme'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='me'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='fearless'/><category term='blogthings'/><category term='CAPSLOCKJOY.'/><category term='sad.'/><category term='i&apos;m a gleek'/><category term='llama'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='CCM'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='ice-cream'/><category term='first'/><category term='disneyland-omg'/><category term='eek'/><category term='sayroar'/><category term='life'/><category term='dead'/><category term='tests'/><category term='CnD'/><category term='somesmartthings'/><category term='AsstMonitress'/><category term='blogskin'/><category term='jaylor'/><category term='I&apos;m sad today hope everyone is happy though'/><title type='text'>pinyi</title><subtitle type='html'>basically this is a blog for my lovely friends to catch up with my life. &lt;333</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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>584</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-2313898254875896639</id><published>2011-08-14T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:51:01.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't mind me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I PRETTY MUCH WANT TO RIP THIS BITCH'S HEAD OFF. YOU FREAKING FREAKING BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE DOING WELL IN IH AND LA DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME OKAY. GET YOUR FUCKING FACTS STRAIGHT. IM SO FUCKING ANNOYED AND ANGRY AT YOU NOW, I WANNA JUST LEAVE YOU GUYS IN THE DUST AND ABANDON THE ESSAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHY THE FUCK AM I YOUR FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THIS IS WHY YOU AND MISS ANNOYING NO.2 HAVE NO OTHER FRIENDS OUTSIDE THE CLASSROOM. FUCKING RUDE AND HOLIER-THAN-THOU LEH THE BOTH OF YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUCK YOU OKAY. I HOPE YOU DIE AND I HOPE THE TEACHER CRITICISES YOUR POINT THE MOST. FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE FUCKING HILARIOUS. YOU'RE PISSDE OFF AT ME BECAUSE IM NICE TO ANOTHER FRIEND? YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK YOU AND GO AND ROT IN HELL BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearly i have anger issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2313898254875896639?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2313898254875896639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2313898254875896639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2313898254875896639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2313898254875896639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-mind-me.html' title='don&apos;t mind me.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-8769103700572926744</id><published>2011-07-09T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:20:36.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACSSSSS</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to blog about SLC, but I can't, How do you summarise such a beautiful experience into just words? It needs to be felt and experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would be this attached to facs or to SLC. But now they are an undeniable part of me that I think will last with me for forever. These people are amazing, they're like family to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember all the different outings, the stupid inside jokes, the stupid mind screwing and everyone now being mindscrew experts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after 1000 (which was AMAZING and really touching, but I didn't cry, cause the guy facs were making me laugh instead, lol silly people.) and after dinner and laughing till my stomach hurt and we were all tired and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we just sat in the circle and actually had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comfortable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; silence. It's hard to reach this kind of silence even one on one. &lt;/span&gt;We were just happy spending time with each other. It's amazing how comfortable we are with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there still some facs I haven't gotten to know that much yet but I can't believe this, but I don't know them that well, but I love them and I love being a part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I really really hope this fac family will last a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8769103700572926744?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8769103700572926744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8769103700572926744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I’m sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;•I cry easily. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•I have a bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I’m easy to get along with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•I have more enemies than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I drink coffee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•I clean my room daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•I wear makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I wear a piece of jewelry at all times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•I wear contacts.&lt;br /&gt;•I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I have/had braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;•I change my hair color often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I have a piercing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•I have small feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•I’m in a relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I’m single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•I’m crushin’.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve missed an ex before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I’m always scared of being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;•I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve been in love more than two times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I believe in love at first sight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Friendships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I have a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;•I have at least five REAL friends.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;•I’ve beaten up a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;•I can trust at least five people with my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Experiences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I’ve been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve taken a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve taken a city bus.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve taken a school bus.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve made a speech.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve been in some sort of club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;•I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I Listen to country.&lt;br /&gt;•I listen to R&amp;amp;B&lt;br /&gt;•I listen to pop.&lt;br /&gt;•I listen to techno.&lt;br /&gt;•I listen to rock.&lt;br /&gt;•I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;•I download music.&lt;br /&gt;•I buy CD’s. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Family Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I get along with both of my parents for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;•My biological parents are still together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;•I have at least one brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I have at least one sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;•I’ve been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve ran away from my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I’ve sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;•I’ve made my parents cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I’ve lied to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve been brown.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve had highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I’ve cut my hair in the past year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve been blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I’ve had black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;•I’ve been red, orange and pink&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve been light brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•I use conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;•I’ve curled my hair.&lt;br /&gt;•I’ve straightened my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3890642102660666347?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3890642102660666347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3890642102660666347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3890642102660666347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3890642102660666347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/07/reblog-and-bold-what-applies-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-6068808958686467065</id><published>2011-07-05T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:04:14.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mm-hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/t9giz4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I see why you like her better. Why you pick her over me. She's.. so confident. So pretty. She's so effortless. She doesn't give a damn about what others say. The teachers all love her. She's a natural leader. She's friendly and sociable. She's the A++ student. She can be friends with anyone and not be afraid of backlash. She's sweet. She's nice. She's easy to talk to. She makes every feel good. She isn't afraid to smile and be unglam, because, it's not in her looks to be unglam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she makes you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-6068808958686467065?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/6068808958686467065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=6068808958686467065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6068808958686467065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6068808958686467065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/07/mm-hmm.html' title='mm-hmm.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/t9giz4_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-5442956678073310586</id><published>2011-07-04T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T15:18:53.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for my reference:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New shows I want to watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine Lives of Chloe King&lt;br /&gt;Switched at Birth&lt;br /&gt;Game of Thrones&lt;br /&gt;The Lying Game&lt;br /&gt;Camelot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shows I need to catch up on:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;br /&gt;SYTYCD&lt;br /&gt;Leverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shows I'm tracking:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glee Project&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shows on a break:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI: NY&lt;br /&gt;CSI: Miami&lt;br /&gt;CSI: Crime Scene Investigation&lt;br /&gt;Glee&lt;br /&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;American Idol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5442956678073310586?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5442956678073310586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5442956678073310586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5442956678073310586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5442956678073310586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-my-reference.html' title='for my reference:'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3543494142288442637</id><published>2011-07-03T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:33:16.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please leave the lights on;</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LP346UnjC_w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite bands okay! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3543494142288442637?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3543494142288442637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3543494142288442637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3543494142288442637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3543494142288442637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/07/please-leave-lights-on.html' title='please leave the lights on;'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LP346UnjC_w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-6019172142795343226</id><published>2011-06-26T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:54:45.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS SONG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt; PLL soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bMpdVivpTac" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey stranger or may i call you my own&lt;br /&gt;i know i don't know you, but there's somewhere I've seen you before&lt;br /&gt;whatever your name is, whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing between us I'm willing to loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call me if ever our paths may climb&lt;br /&gt;I want you to call me under these darkened sky's&lt;br /&gt;whoever you love, whoever you kiss&lt;br /&gt;the wandering between us I'm willing to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm drifting out over deep oceans&lt;br /&gt;and the tide won't take me back in&lt;br /&gt;and these desperate nights I'll call you again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's comfort, comfort in things we believe&lt;br /&gt;[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/p/peter-bradley-adams-lyrics/between-us-lyrics.html ]&lt;br /&gt;other than danger, wanting the things i can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where ever you live now, where ever you walk&lt;br /&gt;there's distance between us I'm willing to cross&lt;br /&gt;now I'm drifting out over deep oceans&lt;br /&gt;and the tide won't take me back in&lt;br /&gt;and these desperate nights I'll call you again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm drifting out over deep oceans&lt;br /&gt;and the tide won't take me back in&lt;br /&gt;and these desperate nights I'll call you again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey stranger or may i call you my own&lt;br /&gt;I know i don't know you, but there's somewhere I've seen you before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-6019172142795343226?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/6019172142795343226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=6019172142795343226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6019172142795343226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6019172142795343226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-this-song.html' title='I LOVE THIS SONG.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bMpdVivpTac/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-1991330012081528675</id><published>2011-05-31T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:45:01.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACS SQUEEZE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KQ6zr6kCPj8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everytime I hear this song, I think of facs. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;17th SLC FACS ARE SO DAMN COOL, CAUSE WE'VE GOT THAT X-FACtor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-1991330012081528675?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/1991330012081528675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-5944836956851588252</id><published>2011-05-16T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:14:25.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone please tell them who the eff i is;</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2rgkeow.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I would just like to say a big "I TOLD YOU SO" to myself. I keep effing things up. Things always get effed up.&lt;br /&gt;No matter if I tell you straight to your face you always break my promises, you keep breaking them. I'm such a pushover right. Because you know the next day I'll say sorry. I'm always the one saying sorry, even when I'm not at all.&lt;br /&gt;One day you will regret everything you did to me. You will. And then you'll realise you never appreciated me being around, and all you'll have left is regret. Effing regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, with your words like knives. You call people this and that, when in actual fact, it's the classic case of pot calling kettle black.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just frustrated with myself. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;No one really cares anyway. This place is even more secluded than my twitter or tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;I think I like it here. Where no one gives a damn about what I say, so I'm in free liberty to speak now.&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone care either? I'm just an insignificant part of their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know, how do you get up from an all time low?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, I shall go listen to some The Wanted to high myself up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5944836956851588252?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5944836956851588252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5944836956851588252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5944836956851588252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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watch me unload my gifs on this blog, heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2pskf1c.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-236952143033420824?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/236952143033420824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=236952143033420824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/236952143033420824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/236952143033420824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-impressive-gif-collection.html' title='I have an impressive .gif collection.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/2pskf1c_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-2858968647104077496</id><published>2011-04-18T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:01:03.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some days...</title><content type='html'>make you feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/v5hjy9.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2858968647104077496?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2858968647104077496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2858968647104077496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2858968647104077496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2858968647104077496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-days.html' title='some days...'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/v5hjy9_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-2820038295584269463</id><published>2011-04-18T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:58:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call me up if you are gangsta</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/11s2gy0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post about jiti and comps will be coming up soon, I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder if I'm the most selfish girl in the world, or just the most underappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was sick, and obviously not in a good mood. Then I receive a call. And I flashback to a time when it was tradition that everytime someone is sick, we would call up that someone to find out how he/she was.&lt;br /&gt;I still do that.&lt;br /&gt;And for that one fleeting moment, I really thought someone was calling me up to ask me how I was, to check up on me.&lt;br /&gt;But no, they were only calling me up so that they could... do something for someone that I know will never ever happen to me, and that I can only dream of, and will never get.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not their fault, but I don't feel good about this either.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/72v9yr.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2820038295584269463?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2820038295584269463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2820038295584269463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2820038295584269463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2820038295584269463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/04/call-me-up-if-you-are-gangsta.html' title='call me up if you are gangsta'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/11s2gy0_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-6680697575948877608</id><published>2011-04-17T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:07:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V0LV_bETEzs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAY MCGUINNES *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-6680697575948877608?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/6680697575948877608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=6680697575948877608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6680697575948877608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6680697575948877608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/04/jay-mcguinnes.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/V0LV_bETEzs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-5732306477578617626</id><published>2011-04-09T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:00:12.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okayyyy</title><content type='html'>okay I'm quite sad cause the previous post was supposed to be a lot longer but blogger chewed up my post. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, I loved Thursday's training. First training in a long time that I've &lt;em&gt;ping&lt;/em&gt;-ed (omg, that's like a pun or something.) so hard. Because we had the whole damn carpet to ourselves and &lt;em&gt;Pan&lt;/em&gt; all to ourselves too. (that sounded wrong.) It's rare to actually have the whole carpet to yourself. You can have actual conversations across the carpet and everyone will know it's them you're talking to. I love &lt;em&gt;ba zhan&lt;/em&gt; -ing the carpet! Not that I hate the &lt;em&gt;danxiang&lt;/em&gt; people or anything lah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jiti&lt;/em&gt; was amazing on Thursday, cause I think we all put in our utmost effort into each full &lt;em&gt;tao&lt;/em&gt;s. And we actually managed to work on music and &lt;em&gt;pei yin yue&lt;/em&gt; in 1 training session, which is quite an accomplishment. I really like our &lt;em&gt;jiti &lt;/em&gt;music, it's really symbolic of us or something. When I hear that song, I will think of &lt;em&gt;jiti.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I forgot what I wanted to write about Thursday other than this. I think although this is the year we feel the least prepared, it's my favourite year. Why? Because this is the result of 3 whole years of hard work and perserverence, of hugs and disagreements, of encouragements and pushing each other to be better and better. And out of it all, we are one sec 4 jiti 2011. We are one collective group effort, performing the same movements, to the same music, to the same timing, to our utmost ability. And that to me is more important than gold and silvers. 'No regrets' is more important for me, because it's our last year. I just want to do everyone proud, and do myself proud. I want to be able to shrug whatever the result is off, and still celebrate the 3 years together as one jiti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The atmosphere today at training was pretty nice. Today during training, Zhou came and totally shocked us all. But she was so helpful! And actually went step by step with us to help us improve. I think that we have a chance of at least beating half the groups. Seriously. I still need to work on my flying jump in the first part (I swear I managed to do it on thursday....) but other than that I've been able to correct the rest of my mistakes. JUST NEED TO WORK ON MY JUMP ARGHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Moony, Esther, Hilary and I had an interesting discussion today. About the biggest decision we ever made as jiti. I think what really sparked it was when Zhou made a comment about... yeah. I feel kinda mean, but it's got me thinking though, what would have happened if we picked the other option? I guess it's one of the few things we'll never find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 more days bbs, 5 more days to no regrets. Going by my 3 wushu mantras:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Trust the carpet.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Even if you lose, the most important part is getting back on your feet.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Leave the carpet with no regrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5732306477578617626?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5732306477578617626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5732306477578617626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5732306477578617626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5732306477578617626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/04/okayyyy.html' title='okayyyy'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3129975112387379076</id><published>2011-04-08T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:47:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYWS 2011; a legacy/</title><content type='html'>I think some wushu people don't like me. ): If I accidentally don't say hi to you, it's not because I hate you, but because my vision is usually impaired in the mornings! I don't mean not to say hi. ): And I'm not as entertaining, but it doesn't mean I'm boring! ): but anyway, that's not the main point of this post. Thursday was a greattt day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3129975112387379076?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3129975112387379076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3129975112387379076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3129975112387379076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3129975112387379076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/04/nyws-2011-legacy.html' title='NYWS 2011; a legacy/'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-8211230181930359779</id><published>2011-03-27T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:53:10.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MASTERPOST; 2011 personal milestones</title><content type='html'>This will end in december 31st I guess! Then I'll start a new one. It's not really accurate anymore, since I might forget things, but we'll see where this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 books;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adrian Mole : Aged 13 3/4&lt;br /&gt;2. 13 Reasons Why&lt;br /&gt;3. Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;br /&gt;4. The Seven Dials Mystery&lt;br /&gt;5. The Book Of Happiness&lt;br /&gt;6. Why Didn't They Ask Evans?&lt;br /&gt;7. Murder on the Orient Express&lt;br /&gt;8. Evil Under the Sun&lt;br /&gt;9. Curtain&lt;br /&gt;10. Thirteen Problems&lt;br /&gt;11. 4.50 from Paddington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 movies;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Tourist&lt;br /&gt;2. I Am Number Four&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8211230181930359779?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8211230181930359779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8211230181930359779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8211230181930359779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8211230181930359779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/03/masterpost-2011-personal-milestones.html' title='MASTERPOST; 2011 personal milestones'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2502681953564799301</id><published>2011-03-12T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:14:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think you are a joke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a joke, you hear me? just when the one before dies down, you come around. and you're failing bad at it, okay? so stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things to you/me/anybody/everybody/nobody:&lt;br /&gt;1. I MEAN MY MY YOU'RE LIKE PELICAN FLY.&lt;br /&gt;2. stop trying so hard.&lt;br /&gt;3. everything's gonna be okay (it's alright it's alright)&lt;br /&gt;4. stop being so freaking self-praise and trying to get compliments. i see through ya.&lt;br /&gt;5. my condition is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2502681953564799301?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2502681953564799301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2502681953564799301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2502681953564799301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2502681953564799301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think-you-are-joke.html' title='i think you are a joke.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2695979428298651013</id><published>2011-03-08T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:17:36.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you say "I'll be there for you",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;promise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shouldn't be broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2695979428298651013?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2695979428298651013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2695979428298651013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2695979428298651013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2695979428298651013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-you-say-ill-be-there-for-you-its.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3633365760350175963</id><published>2011-02-27T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:43:29.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it gets better guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5iJWw4B1Dj0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;and all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;cause my best intentions&lt;br /&gt;keep making a mess of things,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;but how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right, to get it right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3633365760350175963?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3633365760350175963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3633365760350175963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3633365760350175963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3633365760350175963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-gets-better-guys.html' title='it gets better guys.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5iJWw4B1Dj0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-7673863159822784798</id><published>2011-02-27T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:04:56.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think my cat's been reading my diary.</title><content type='html'>or at least, Glee has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QDVAEIajri4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Push me up against the locker&lt;br /&gt;And hey, all I do is shake it off&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you back when I'm your boss&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thinkin' 'bout you haters&lt;br /&gt;'Cause hey, I could be a superstar&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you when you wash my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you, over there&lt;br /&gt;Keep the L up-up in the air&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you, over there&lt;br /&gt;Keep the L up, 'cause I don't care&lt;br /&gt;You can throw your sticks, and you can throw your stones&lt;br /&gt;Like a rocket, just watch me go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, l-o-s-e-r&lt;br /&gt;I can only be who I are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANNA BE A LOSER LIKE ME. &lt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-7673863159822784798?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QDVAEIajri4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-6791614466871708777</id><published>2011-02-23T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:11:03.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Relieved. I can finally heave a sigh of relief. I have a friend in New Zealand, and I forgot if she lived in Christchurch or Wellington. I was so scared I would lose her, but thankfully she's in Wellington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just things like this make you realise how fragile human lives are and how easily they can affect us even though they're miles away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-6791614466871708777?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/6791614466871708777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=6791614466871708777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6791614466871708777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6791614466871708777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/relieved.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2316621386927857251</id><published>2011-02-20T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:22:08.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wEALrYVP-Ps" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay, we're just gonna pretend that this song did not make me cry. I feel so sad for Josie, when it all ends between her and Jen. Also, this song.... I wish someone sang this to me like Jen did to Josie. Sucks being unappreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2316621386927857251?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2316621386927857251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2316621386927857251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2316621386927857251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2316621386927857251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/okay-were-just-gonna-pretend-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wEALrYVP-Ps/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-3595483715227155537</id><published>2011-02-17T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:45:07.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to nyws sec 2s:</title><content type='html'>Hey juniors, I think you'd probably won't read this, but this post is just to clear my mind a bit. Maybe one day when you all stalk me and find this blog, this post will give you some relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sec 2s. I know I'm not the closest senior with you all, and I probably don't talk to you guys as much as Qianyi or Esther do, but I just want to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting for you. We are. The reason we know you guys are upset is because as we said, we observe. We observe because we care. We've known since day one. The sec 4 batch is really bonded, so we talk to each other a lot. And we know we're a good bond as a batch, that's why we go and look at our juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since school started, the sec 4s have been meeting up before training. Or at least most of us. We are all involved in everything that happens. T-shirt design, Comps schedule, wushu matters, election matters - we know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to feel scared about us knowing everything. I think it's better thna us not knowing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worry for you guys. We hate to see conflicts happen, because they can break a CCA. We're not balming you either. In a conflict, both sides have responsibility. We're here both sides, and we're fighting to get you heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you found out "we know everything". Today some of you cried in front of me for the first time. Today I saw you the saddest you've ever been. I've always thought of your batch as like the cheeriest batch of juniors. You guys always smile, and always have fun outings, and laugh all the time. So it made me sad today that you guys were sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every training since day one, your sec 4 seniors have been discussing about your issue. We want to help, but we're not sure how. I think there's some sort of telepathy going on in our batch, because I'm very sure today during training, wanqing and qianyi were appealing to xue for you. And the rest of us who knew talked to you, because we didn't want you to lose faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I've felt your way before. I'm not the strongest one in my batch. Everytime the coach says we have to try-out for jiti, or we have to ce-shi for jiti, I get nervos jitters, because I know how badly I want in, and how badly I will break if I don't. Jiti is one of my motivations every wushu training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever lose faith, sec 2s. If you don't know "who to trust", at least trust your batchmates. Trust everyone of them. If there's no trust, there's no Jiti. Trust that everything's going to be okay. Trust that your seniors will fight for your rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if there's no this year, there's always next year. And trust me when I say before the sec 4 batch leaves wushu, we will fight for you guys. We'll keep fighting. So don't give up on hope either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, your senior, Ping Ghee. NYWS batch 11 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3595483715227155537?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3595483715227155537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3595483715227155537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3595483715227155537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3595483715227155537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-nyws-sec-2s.html' title='to nyws sec 2s:'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-7635673195146682440</id><published>2011-02-17T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:29:07.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so fuckig depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly grades are not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-7635673195146682440?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/7635673195146682440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=7635673195146682440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7635673195146682440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7635673195146682440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-fuckig-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-603104699633185505</id><published>2011-02-16T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:26:10.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb/Hanna, OTP. (master post)</title><content type='html'>Caleb/Hanna is my new Pretty Little Liars OTP. EEEEEEEEEEEE (heart shape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few episodes I'm gonna reupdate this, cause seriously, I haven't felt so much shipper feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgo271te3M1qchw5ro1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve shipped them since day one. I ship them more than I ship her with Lucas. Their relationship is so… cute! They have the most snarky conversations. He helps her even when she tells him not to. She stands up for him when her best friends judge or make fun of him. She helped him when he needed a place to stay, he helped her mom escape someone out to ruin her business, and through it all, really, they don’t expect anything out of each other. They didn’t expect love for sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna: You know that thing I told you not to leak?&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: She found out anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Hanna: …She’s never gonna speak to me again.&lt;br /&gt;[Hanna wipes her tears]&lt;br /&gt;Hanna: You don’t have to sit here and listen to this. Just… go take your shower&lt;br /&gt;[Caleb starts up the stairs then sits back down]&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: It can wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-603104699633185505?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/603104699633185505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=603104699633185505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/603104699633185505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/603104699633185505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/calebhanna-otp-master-post.html' title='Caleb/Hanna, OTP. (master post)'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-509312007839216769</id><published>2011-02-16T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:42:22.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Directed to not just one person;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it hurts to feel like I'm not wanted, not needed anymore. That you feel fucking sick of looking at me. Like you treat being around me like a chore. Like I'm a disease you can't avoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it hurts to know you're happier when I keep silent. That the only reason the last time that I actually ____ ___ ____ ___ ____ is because I bumped into them by accident. That I still remember that till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it hurts how selfish you are. Even she knows. Everyone can tell. How you treat me like a fucking kindergartener. Like how you always assume I don't know what to do, when the truth is, I just want to make sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it hurts how you don't deserve it. You don't deserve any of it. I'm not saying I deserve it, but I think other people do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it hurts how obvoius you are. How easily thrown aside I am by you. How you pretend everything's normal, but you're cursing me behind my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it hurts how I'm always second. How I'm always choice number two, the person who you can fall back on just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it hurts how everyday is a draggy chore. How no day can be just happy and perfect. How my day can go "smoothly".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-509312007839216769?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/509312007839216769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=509312007839216769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/509312007839216769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/509312007839216769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-it-hurts.html' title='I think it hurts.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-7537582641854426453</id><published>2011-02-15T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:37:21.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I've been thinking a lot about how I would like my life when I move to Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd like to swim more often. Hold parties. Attend parties. Walk dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my own bedroom. I'll paint it dark blue, then paint stars on the ceiling. I want a long french window, and a cosy corner with pillows next to the window where I can read books and do homework at. And a small flight of wooden steps leading towards the cosy corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, daydreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-7537582641854426453?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/7537582641854426453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=7537582641854426453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7537582641854426453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7537582641854426453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-ive-been-thinking-lot-about-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3052564738227043380</id><published>2011-02-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:29:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like having mini debates with myself. It's like there's two of me. O:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3052564738227043380?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3052564738227043380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3052564738227043380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3052564738227043380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3052564738227043380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-like-having-mini-debates-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2102726258153280196</id><published>2011-02-11T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T23:46:56.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll sing to the rhythm of love</title><content type='html'>Rhythm of Love - Plain White Ts&lt;br /&gt;When I Get You Alone - Glee&lt;br /&gt;Bills, Bills, Bills, - Glee&lt;br /&gt;That's Not my name - The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;Rocketeer - Far East Movement&lt;br /&gt;I Won't apologise - Selena Gomez and the Scene&lt;br /&gt;Just Dance - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;Only the Good Die Young - Glee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2102726258153280196?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2102726258153280196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2102726258153280196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2102726258153280196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2102726258153280196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-sing-to-rhythm-of-love.html' title='we&apos;ll sing to the rhythm of love'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3526267884335583148</id><published>2011-02-11T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T23:34:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DONT BELONG. I JUST DON'T BELONG, OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO BELONG EITHER, OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE HAS TRIED TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I BELONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3526267884335583148?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3526267884335583148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3526267884335583148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3526267884335583148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3526267884335583148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-1437387942424190130</id><published>2011-02-07T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:39:16.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate the way you brush your hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this post is sort of in tribute to the movie 10 things I hate about you, which is an awesome movie, btw. Everyone should go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you always forget.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I'm easily forgettable.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I care.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you pretend to care&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you always pretend.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I do too.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you pretend everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way that for me, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I can never be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you can.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you think you're perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you make broken promises.&lt;br /&gt;I hate promises you can't keep.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way when we make promises&lt;br /&gt;You never live up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you never listen.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I do (to you).&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I'm not worthy a listen.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're never there,&lt;br /&gt;Even when you say you are.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I'm always there,&lt;br /&gt;When I say I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you don't trust anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I trust you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you break this trust.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way it's built up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you are so honest&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you say it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way it hurts so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you treat me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I feel like crap,&lt;br /&gt;Eveytime you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the worst thing is, I don't hate you at all. Not one little bit, not at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-1437387942424190130?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/1437387942424190130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=1437387942424190130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1437387942424190130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1437387942424190130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hate-way-you-brush-your-hair.html' title='i hate the way you brush your hair...'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-575206884110657248</id><published>2011-02-06T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:40:18.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see you drivin round town with your stupid ego, and im like FORGET YOU. --|--</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Remind me, never to go out shopping with you, ever again. In my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The day started out great. Everything was great. I thought, as long as it was a group, we'd be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But thanks a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks a lot for judging my outfit. Little did you know I took an hour to pick it out cause I wanted to impress you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks a lot, for pointing out for everyone to see that I have a small bust. It's not even something I'm embarassed of, but I felt embarassed, cause you made it sound like it was a que1 dian1 of mine. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then you think I can't hear beyond the changing room curtain. You comment on my thighs. Thanks a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then I realise the only dress you've criticised is the one I wear. The rest, you just keep saying it's pretty, really nice. Everyone in the group thought the dress looked nice on me. Your face told me otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why must you do this thing to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know, I'm not pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know, I'm not tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know, I'm not the most fashionable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know, I can't be who you want me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-575206884110657248?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/575206884110657248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=575206884110657248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/575206884110657248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/575206884110657248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-see-you-drivin-round-town-with-your.html' title='i see you drivin round town with your stupid ego, and im like FORGET YOU. --|--'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-7999539821545172881</id><published>2011-02-03T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:49:13.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is another "you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(see how effed up my life is that almost everyday i'm posting something like this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. You don't tell me to grow fatter for CNY. It's the freaking first day of the new year, and your first wish to me is for me to grow fatter? FATTER? Not 'gain more weight'? And when I reply with a "-_-" you don't 'innocently' say "what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Just no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to gain weight so I can make YOU feel more adequate, so that I can be less adequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm going to gain weight, I'm going to do it for myself, and not for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always tell people to screw themselves over, and you're an insincere friend. I'd like to dedicate Katy Perry's Hot'n'Cold to you, cause that's how our friendship's like. When we're with company, I'm like shat to you, and when we're alone just the two of us, you talk to me damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-7999539821545172881?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/7999539821545172881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=7999539821545172881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7999539821545172881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7999539821545172881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-another-you.html' title='this is another &quot;you&quot;'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-4121868644825424540</id><published>2011-02-01T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:36:58.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another explanation.</title><content type='html'>thank you. I love you guys a lot too. but while I feel comforted, I feel ashamed of myself, so I've moved the posts to my other private blog. Maybe, in the far future, I'll look back on it as a reflection of my past self. And I will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from my private blog: "But I'm not alone. I have 212ers. I can always count on them to have my back. And I'll always have theirs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-4121868644825424540?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/4121868644825424540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=4121868644825424540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/4121868644825424540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/4121868644825424540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-explanation.html' title='another explanation.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-1645241168455950689</id><published>2011-02-01T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:30:03.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty pretty please; part 3</title><content type='html'>wtf has this blog become? A ranting stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-1645241168455950689?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/1645241168455950689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=1645241168455950689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1645241168455950689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1645241168455950689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-pretty-please-part-3.html' title='pretty pretty please; part 3'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5446129430082857738</id><published>2011-02-01T07:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:07:54.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an explanation</title><content type='html'>contrary to popular belief, pretty pretty please is not a fiction. It's a non-fiction okay. The You in each part might change, but for tyhe past two parts, the You has been the same person. You can keep guessing, but I ain't telling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, hi Esther, my only reader ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5446129430082857738?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5446129430082857738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5446129430082857738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5446129430082857738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5446129430082857738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/02/explanation.html' title='an explanation'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5783994519597168646</id><published>2011-01-31T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:28:54.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty pretty please part 2</title><content type='html'>And bullies are not good people. Bullies are people I hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5783994519597168646?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5783994519597168646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5783994519597168646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5783994519597168646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5783994519597168646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-esther-wong-if-you-are-reading-and.html' title='pretty pretty please part 2'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-8655632497679773415</id><published>2011-01-30T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:44:11.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty pretty please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I didn't mean to lash out at you during class. I really didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one who has been comparing my looks to cartoon characters that aren't even human, been saying how jealous you are of person 3 when there's only 3 of us hanging out, you've been staring at me like I have pink gum in my hair, you've been criticising my body shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you insist of taking pictures of me on a day I don't feel like my best. I tell you to stop, you laugh it over and just continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, all I'm thinking is, please stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already not the most confident person ever. I eat a lot, my backbone is screwed up, my hips are uneven, my thighs have muscles that bulge, and my face shape is a square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't stop, I think I might die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you never knew I was this weak. That I needed so much superficial encouragement. But the truth is, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go on and judge me. Go on and laugh at me. Just to let you know, it'll hurt. It all hurts. Always have, always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8655632497679773415?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8655632497679773415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8655632497679773415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8655632497679773415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8655632497679773415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretty-pretty-please.html' title='pretty pretty please.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-8315782416245540800</id><published>2011-01-25T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:48:25.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>handle me with care;</title><content type='html'>I think I will miss NYWS'11. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8315782416245540800?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8315782416245540800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8315782416245540800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8315782416245540800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8315782416245540800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/01/handle-me-with-care.html' title='handle me with care;'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2411457815449722683</id><published>2011-01-13T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:27:46.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Taylor, Y U SO FLAWLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5jKcG86bNRs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5jKcG86bNRs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2411457815449722683?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2411457815449722683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2411457815449722683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2411457815449722683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2411457815449722683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-taylor-y-u-so-flawless.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-6438749902400766223</id><published>2011-01-10T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:14:49.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>press play</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TRUST ME YOU WONT REGRET PRESSING PLAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9VvluGQPqkw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9VvluGQPqkw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-6438749902400766223?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/6438749902400766223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=6438749902400766223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6438749902400766223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6438749902400766223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/01/press-play.html' title='press play'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-8608031124786194649</id><published>2011-01-05T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:13:27.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more gems</title><content type='html'>H: "I have like twilights on moments, funny dreams, and just really unexpected stuff. Was I dreaming, did that really happen, did I imagine that whole thing just happened-"&lt;br /&gt;L: "-Did Lucas actually kiss me when he thought I was asleep."&lt;br /&gt;H: "Yeah. Things like that."&lt;br /&gt;L: "I thought you might have been awake. And then I thought if she was awake and she didn't scream, that was a good sign."&lt;br /&gt;H: "I was too surprised to do anything."&lt;br /&gt;H: "I thought that we were friends. Look, I really like you Lucas."&lt;br /&gt;L: "I feel like you're brekaing up with me, but we were never together."&lt;br /&gt;H: "Look, I'm being honest with you. Besides, I already have a boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;L: "Well, I think you deserve better."&lt;br /&gt;H: "Well, that's between me and Shaun. Look, I like you way too much to lie to you. And, that's something I used to do all the time."&lt;br /&gt;L: "Couldn't you just keep lying for old time's sake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Aww, Hanna/Lucas ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8608031124786194649?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8608031124786194649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8608031124786194649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8608031124786194649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8608031124786194649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-gems.html' title='more gems'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2781455243403199169</id><published>2011-01-05T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:42:49.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many gems from pll moments later</title><content type='html'>so many gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Ar: "Did you ever wish you could go back? Would you still talk to me at the bar?"&lt;br /&gt;Ez: "If I'd just left the bar then, you'd just be the pretty girl that sits two rows from me in class, and I'll just be the teacher that teaches you."&lt;br /&gt;Ez: "Do you? Ever wish you could go back?"&lt;br /&gt;Ar: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Ez: "Then we don't go back. We move forward, together."&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2781455243403199169?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2781455243403199169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2781455243403199169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2781455243403199169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2781455243403199169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-many-gems-from-pll-moments-later.html' title='so many gems from pll moments later'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-6759239998121952109</id><published>2010-12-31T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:51:07.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glee on x factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvmbPcotSfY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvmbPcotSfY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I KNOW THEIR PERFORMANCE WAS NOT PERFECT BUT IT STILL GAVE ME GOOD CHILLS. EEE SAM/SANTANA I'D SHIP IT. ALSO FUINN SO IM QUITE HAPPY AND DID YOU SEE THE WAY DIANNA BOUNCED ONTO THE STAGE FLAWLESS BEING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even if you don't like Glee, check out Harry Shum Jr (Mike Chang) and Heather Morris (Brittany)'s awesome dance moves. kiiilled it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-6759239998121952109?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/6759239998121952109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=6759239998121952109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6759239998121952109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6759239998121952109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/12/glee-on-x-factor.html' title='glee on x factor'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-6946165465013319827</id><published>2010-12-31T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:45:09.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's not how it works.</title><content type='html'>Right now I feel my emotions are balanced on a thing called trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I trust you? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Do I trust them? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see how all this is is driving me crazy? I need to trust you, but if you're with them, and I don't trust them, I can't trust you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me why people have to be so bitchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-6946165465013319827?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/6946165465013319827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=6946165465013319827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6946165465013319827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6946165465013319827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-not-how-it-works.html' title='that&apos;s not how it works.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3506347421931770885</id><published>2010-12-30T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:03:37.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 600~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcmKbTR--iA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcmKbTR--iA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3506347421931770885?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3506347421931770885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3506347421931770885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3506347421931770885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3506347421931770885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/12/post-600.html' title='post 600~'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-7380213932163336103</id><published>2010-12-28T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:00:27.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're me, life is always in balance.</title><content type='html'>I hate how bad things always come after good things. How a day can't be just perfect, how there's a twist to every happy story. I hate how my smile can turn so quickly into a frown, how my heart can suddenly sink so low, how I can go from looking forward to something to wanting to look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I can't forget things very well. I hold grudges, even though I say I don't. I remember how I get hurt, which is how I learn. I just don't want to get hurt again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-7380213932163336103?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/7380213932163336103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=7380213932163336103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7380213932163336103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7380213932163336103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-how-bad-things-always-come-after.html' title='when you&apos;re me, life is always in balance.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-8653814843726194702</id><published>2010-12-20T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:28:10.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a list</title><content type='html'>mostly for my own reference;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV show returns, in order of return:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 03- HIMYM (&lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;Jan 03- PLL (EXCITE.)&lt;br /&gt;Jan 06- CSI:Crime Scene Investigation&lt;br /&gt;Jan 07- CSI:NY&lt;br /&gt;Jan 09- CSI:Miami&lt;br /&gt;Feb 06- Glee&lt;br /&gt;Feb 16- Survivor (love the new concept)&lt;br /&gt;Feb 20- TAR (OMFGGG IM SO FREAKING EXCITED CAUSE A LOT OF MY FAV TEAMS ARE GONNA BE HEREEE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unspecified: Hellcats, ANTM, Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM EXCITE. also, thanks to my new favourite channel, FoxCrime, I now have a newfound love for Dexter and Numb3rs. (Esp Numb3rs) Good shows guys, good shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8653814843726194702?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8653814843726194702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8653814843726194702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8653814843726194702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8653814843726194702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/12/list.html' title='a list'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-1439430598815756004</id><published>2010-12-17T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:25:23.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is crazy and tiring and all too exciting. Not that I'm complaining or anything. I don't get how some people have so much time to actually &lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt; stuff, when I feel like I'm going out every 2 days this whole holiday! (Again, not that I'm complaining, cause I'd probably go crazy if I was bored with nothing to do, but I've had to top up my ez-link twice this month. TWICE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still got uh, a lot of things to complete by the end of this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Uh, all my holiday homework?!&lt;br /&gt;2. Reflection writing for NYAA&lt;br /&gt;3. Personal interests stuff x2&lt;br /&gt;4. Prolly have to start PSL orientation stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is the craziest and busiest December hols I've been through. Needs gettting used to. And there are exciting stuff coming right up I do not want to miss! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I still miss Taiwan. I cannot drink milk tea, or else I think I might wallow in missingness.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-1439430598815756004?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/1439430598815756004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=1439430598815756004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1439430598815756004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1439430598815756004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-crazy-and-tiring-and-all-too.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5972454459378930917</id><published>2010-12-11T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:38:53.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>418/427</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a completely fangirly post, so ignore if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's episode of CSI:Crime Scene Investigation has to be one of the best episodes I've watched of all three. Excellent acting, and great plot, that keeps me on the edge of my seat and totally sucked into the episode. Loved it, loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Stafford and Jason Butler Harner, two complete nobodies, were amazing actors. Completely believable. They should appear on more shows/more CSIs! Also, I love Sara Sidle and Captain Jim Brass in this episode, they acted out their scenes beautifully. And we actually didn't see Langston at all! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful way to end the year, with wonderful episodes (loved Wild Life for its sub-plot).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5972454459378930917?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5972454459378930917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5972454459378930917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5972454459378930917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5972454459378930917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/12/418427.html' title='418/427'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5462924839648544321</id><published>2010-11-11T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:06:54.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teenage dream ftwz</title><content type='html'>teenage dream is probably the prettiest song of the year.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i say prettiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to all three vids. Gah, it's so freaking pretty. *_* I have a personal bias to the boyce avenue one, because it's less about sex and more about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41i4uCWST_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/41i4uCWST_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAUMU3QQE6w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAUMU3QQE6w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cn8IkrxLOfY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cn8IkrxLOfY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5462924839648544321?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5462924839648544321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5462924839648544321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5462924839648544321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5462924839648544321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/11/teenage-dream-ftwz.html' title='teenage dream ftwz'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-8386678656352369766</id><published>2010-11-09T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:31:17.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>csi: crime scene investigation</title><content type='html'>"Funny it should be blood you're talking about. Isn't it supposed to smell... iron-y?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love the witty one-liners thrown around in CSI:CSI, the feel-good storylines and endings of CSI:Miami and the methodology of CSI:NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav character of each CSI-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miami; Er, definitely Ryan Wolfe. Heehee, he's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Crime Scene Investigation; NICK STOKES! idk. something about him makes me laugh everytime he shows up on screen.&lt;br /&gt;NY; Adam Ross or that cool detective police officer guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8386678656352369766?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8386678656352369766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8386678656352369766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8386678656352369766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8386678656352369766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/11/csi-crime-scene-investigation.html' title='csi: crime scene investigation'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3509018928796642553</id><published>2010-11-06T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:31:12.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fact #84932879</title><content type='html'>-&gt; When I watch CSI, I'm not most scared about the death scenes of the victims, but I start to freak out, hyperventilate and shout "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the most when the CSIs lives are in danger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3509018928796642553?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3509018928796642553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3509018928796642553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3509018928796642553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3509018928796642553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-fact-84932879.html' title='fun fact #84932879'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2639421628376113366</id><published>2010-11-01T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:37:44.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote book</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we’re told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment… you never gave up hope. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2639421628376113366?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2639421628376113366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2639421628376113366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2639421628376113366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2639421628376113366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/11/quote-book.html' title='quote book'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2067604200004525215</id><published>2010-10-31T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:50:33.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's do the time warp again</title><content type='html'>Glee does Rocky Horror!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thought the episode was damn cute, and Emma/Carl is starting to grow on me. Carl is so sweet to Emma, and I can tell Emma really loves him. Same goes for Mike/Tina. Hee, so much for my Wemma and Tartie shipper heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gems from the episode:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm confused, and not in a cool, Inception kind of way."&lt;br /&gt;"It's gonna be ab-ulous" (oh sam, don't stop with all your stupid puns.)&lt;br /&gt;Santana repeatedly wanting to get with Carl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT: So, what are you going to be for Halloween this year?&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY: I’m going as a peanut allergy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittana being creepers.&lt;br /&gt;"Give me some chocolate or I will cut you."&lt;br /&gt;LETS DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2067604200004525215?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2067604200004525215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2067604200004525215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2067604200004525215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2067604200004525215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-do-time-warp-again.html' title='let&apos;s do the time warp again'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-8384616584234021705</id><published>2010-10-27T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:41:46.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you? who who?</title><content type='html'>My head has been playing a mash-up of "Who are you" and "Won't get fooled again" for the whole day, (ie; the theme songs for CSI:CSI and CSI:Miami respectively) (I like calling CSI:Crime Scene Investigation as CSI:CSI for some reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a (healthy? unhealthy?) obsession with CSI. My daily night routine? Watch an episode of CSI, then go to sleep. Or else I'd feel wierd. CSI doesn't scare me anymore. I &lt;em&gt;look forward&lt;/em&gt; to my daily dose of CSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I BADLY WANT TO GO TO THE SCIENCE CENTRE EXHIBIT. CSI:THE EXPERIENCE.&lt;/strong&gt; MEEEP MEEP MEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's leaving already! I think by now Hilary and Qiuhao would either still be in airport or already on the plane. And then Seryeen's gone. which leaves...&lt;br /&gt;7 people left in batch'11.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muscle ache and blistery fingers hurt like crap. and tomorrow is PT day, so more PT. yayyyyy. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8384616584234021705?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8384616584234021705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8384616584234021705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8384616584234021705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8384616584234021705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-are-you-who-who.html' title='who are you? who who?'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5636875883742515958</id><published>2010-10-26T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:23:48.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just about watched the scariest CSI episode ever (CSI Crime Scene investigation, season 11, episode 4) and it's like 11:23pm at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I best be heading off to sleep. o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5636875883742515958?l=offpavement.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-6622442808940308961.post-5107457741866739525</id><published>2010-10-23T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:48:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(all i want to do now is get out in this pouring rain, lie down on the grass and cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/vgr2g4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nobody fucking understands me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5107457741866739525?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5107457741866739525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5107457741866739525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5107457741866739525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5107457741866739525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-i-want-to-do-now-is-get-out-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/vgr2g4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622442808940308961.post-8810330971094282969</id><published>2010-10-13T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:56:32.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;1. "Mine" &lt;br /&gt;2. "Sparks Fly" &lt;br /&gt;3. "Back to December"&lt;br /&gt;4. "Speak Now" &lt;br /&gt;5. "Dear John" &lt;br /&gt;6. "Mean"&lt;br /&gt;7. "The Story of Us" &lt;br /&gt;8. "Never Grow Up" &lt;br /&gt;9. "Enchanted" &lt;br /&gt;10. "Better Than Revenge"&lt;br /&gt;11. "Innocent" &lt;br /&gt;12. "Haunted" &lt;br /&gt;13. "Last Kiss" &lt;br /&gt;14. "Long Live"&lt;br /&gt;It is set to be released worldwide on October 25, 2010.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPARKS FLY SPARKS FLY SPARKS FLY SPARKS FLY!!! EEEE! I'm so glad she's listening to her fans and putting it out!&lt;br /&gt;Of the 14 tracks, Mine, Sparks Fly, Back to December, Speak Now and Innocent have already been performed/leaked/released. EEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody excited. Wonder if the Platinum edition will come out in time for Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8810330971094282969?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8810330971094282969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8810330971094282969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8810330971094282969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8810330971094282969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/10/1_13.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-8379080910987644893</id><published>2010-10-10T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:58:27.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear glee, why so creepy?</title><content type='html'>I've had 3 instances of Glee coincidence this weekend. It's&lt;em&gt; freaky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday at night, while studying, I suddenly sang out &lt;strong&gt;"New York, concrete jungle where dream are made of~~~ There's nothing you can't dooooo~" (influenced by epi 1 of Glee)&lt;/strong&gt; then suddenly felt like turning on the radio, and CHILLS DUDE, CHILLS. The song that came on was &lt;strong&gt;Glee's Empire State of Mind&lt;/strong&gt; (ie, the song from which I was singing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Today at the park, I was feeling really dejected about my exams, and wanted to bash my head against the nearby tree, then suddenly from a fair nearby, came &lt;strong&gt;Don't Stop Believing, Glee&lt;/strong&gt;. Thnaks glee. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; A speshul DEER sent me a really sweet and encouraging sms, and what did my itunes immediately shuffle to? &lt;strong&gt;I'll Stand By You - Glee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared guys. CHILLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8379080910987644893?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8379080910987644893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8379080910987644893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8379080910987644893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8379080910987644893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-glee-why-so-creepy.html' title='dear glee, why so creepy?'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-479467407037107134</id><published>2010-10-03T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:24:46.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't get TRAAAPD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/boLWMhzYYPo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/boLWMhzYYPo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS AWESOME. WATCH IT. WON'T REGRET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-479467407037107134?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/479467407037107134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=479467407037107134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/479467407037107134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/479467407037107134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-get-traaapd.html' title='don&apos;t get TRAAAPD'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5170577431138532549</id><published>2010-10-03T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T19:38:58.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i love blg reason no. #409485</title><content type='html'>Cannot embed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIojcU7VI_w&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel kinda failed as a BLG fan cause I didnt know about this till now. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;(In my defense, it wasn't even on Martin Says, so harr.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5170577431138532549?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5170577431138532549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5170577431138532549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5170577431138532549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5170577431138532549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-i-love-blg-reason-no-409485.html' title='why i love blg reason no. #409485'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3713384985395476029</id><published>2010-10-01T03:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T03:31:21.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. why do we like to hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;2. i hate growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3713384985395476029?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3713384985395476029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3713384985395476029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3713384985395476029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3713384985395476029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-7493397660411335110</id><published>2010-09-26T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:25:03.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love swarkles. here are some gems.</title><content type='html'>Barney: Let's be clear: I don't love Robin, okay? I just... miss her when she's not around, think about her all the time, and I imagine us one day running towards each other in slow motion and I'm wearing a brown suede vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney: How will you feel when he sees you without all that makeup?&lt;br /&gt;Robin: I don't have any makeup on now.&lt;br /&gt;Barney: Holy crap! You're beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney: I'm not a New York Yankee. Any other night, I would try to convince you that I was, but I'm not. I'm just a regular guy, who's in love with the woman who just walked out. And she's... never gonna feel the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-7493397660411335110?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/7493397660411335110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=7493397660411335110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7493397660411335110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7493397660411335110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-swarkles-here-are-some-gems.html' title='i love swarkles. here are some gems.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5621727277099315253</id><published>2010-09-23T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:23:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>katy perry wins bonus points for doing this srsly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="540" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXiFsB4SYlc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXiFsB4SYlc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="540" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5621727277099315253?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5621727277099315253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5621727277099315253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5621727277099315253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5621727277099315253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/katy-perry-wins-bonus-points-for-doing.html' title='katy perry wins bonus points for doing this srsly.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3467279924207794638</id><published>2010-09-19T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:43:06.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends are like colour pencils, they colour our lives. I may not be your favourite colour, but I hope you will need me somewhere to complete your picture. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3467279924207794638?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3467279924207794638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3467279924207794638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3467279924207794638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3467279924207794638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-are-like-colour-pencils-they.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-7328297399395486470</id><published>2010-09-19T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:25:01.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a mighty feeling</title><content type='html'>-&gt; that makes me want to laugh because your status is practically dissing your own self.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; that you're avoiding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-7328297399395486470?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/7328297399395486470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=7328297399395486470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7328297399395486470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7328297399395486470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-mighty-feeling.html' title='i have a mighty feeling'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-27318421363523825</id><published>2010-09-15T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:58:23.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till its gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from some song)(someone help!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-27318421363523825?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/27318421363523825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=27318421363523825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/27318421363523825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/27318421363523825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_15.html' title='~'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-6063106041997063286</id><published>2010-09-14T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:25:22.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now, for some happy stuff!</title><content type='html'>picture of epicness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8jc9gojyI1qzyj4po1_500.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~~~~!!!!! &lt;3333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Patrick Harris and Taylor Swift!!! MY FAV MALE CELEB AND FEMALE CELEB TOGETHER!!! OMGOMGOIMGOMGOGMMGOMGOMGOMOMG *dies happily*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-6063106041997063286?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/6063106041997063286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=6063106041997063286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6063106041997063286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6063106041997063286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-for-some-happy-stuff.html' title='now, for some happy stuff!'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-7464745693349775771</id><published>2010-09-14T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:25:46.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Day Ten: One confession&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I bury my head to sleep, sometimes I'm not sleeping at all, but crying. &lt;: It's the perfect excuse for red eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-7464745693349775771?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/7464745693349775771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=7464745693349775771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7464745693349775771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/7464745693349775771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-ten-one-confession-1.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5539448868550553507</id><published>2010-09-12T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:57:46.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listography</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://listography.com/fruit"&gt;LISTOGRAPHYღ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;http://listography.com/fruit (copy into your browsers)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is listography? Think of it as a mixture of the words autobiography and lists. &lt;br /&gt;So it's basically the inside of my mind in lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•If I were a month, I'd be October. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a day of the week, I'd be Friday. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a time of day, I'd be 12am. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a planet, I'd be Earth. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a sea animal, I'd be a dolphin. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a direction, I'd be East. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a sofa. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a historical figure, I'd be Princess Diana. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a liquid, I'd be Coke. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a gemstone, I'd be opal. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a tree, I'd be an apple tree. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a tool, I'd be a stapler. &lt;br /&gt;•If I were a flower, I'd be lavender. &lt;br /&gt;(more)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;: If any of you get listography accounts, add me! hehee, so I can add you guys back. I've added a food cravings list and another about me list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5539448868550553507?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5539448868550553507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5539448868550553507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5539448868550553507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5539448868550553507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/listography.html' title='listography'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5128062886828767557</id><published>2010-09-12T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:41:46.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;2. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5128062886828767557?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5128062886828767557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5128062886828767557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5128062886828767557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5128062886828767557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-nine-two-smileys-that-describe-your.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2410590623734144615</id><published>2010-09-11T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:59:09.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ ♥</title><content type='html'>♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;12 hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2410590623734144615?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2410590623734144615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2410590623734144615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2410590623734144615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2410590623734144615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='&amp;hearts; ♥'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3815027848103364707</id><published>2010-09-11T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:40:54.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning after</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's past midnight, and I have no idea whether it counts. &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY SEVEN: 4 TURN OFFS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who smoke. ):&lt;br /&gt;2. Dissing my friends is a big no-no&lt;br /&gt;3. Sucker-ups&lt;br /&gt;4. Fake people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY EIGHT: 3 TURN ONS (LOLOL)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolates&lt;br /&gt;2. Guitar playing&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAFMAFMAMFAFMAMFMAFMAFMAFMAFMAF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3815027848103364707?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3815027848103364707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3815027848103364707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3815027848103364707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3815027848103364707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/morning-after.html' title='morning after'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-8896293904738149535</id><published>2010-09-09T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:26:48.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down down down down to number 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX AWESOME PEOPLE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.-5. You should know who you are. &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;6. Batchmates!!!!!!!!! (one exclamation for each of you lovelies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm cryptic like that. If you want to know exactly the five, just ask me. not here lah, on msn, im on prolly like 24/7. And I &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; tell. so do ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-8896293904738149535?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/8896293904738149535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=8896293904738149535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8896293904738149535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/8896293904738149535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/down-down-down-down-to-number-6.html' title='down down down down to number 6'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-443460694576143313</id><published>2010-09-08T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:52:46.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPILL time daily; day five</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX THINGS I WISHED I NEVER DID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quit ballet&lt;br /&gt;2. Not walking around during CCA exhbition day&lt;br /&gt;3. Not apply for _________ or _________? (although my life might be worse if I did)&lt;br /&gt;4. Do badly for PSLE&lt;br /&gt;5. Take History&lt;br /&gt;6. Said those things to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. We could've been good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-443460694576143313?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/443460694576143313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=443460694576143313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/443460694576143313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/443460694576143313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/spill-time-daily-day-five.html' title='SPILL time daily; day five'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-1403531718428636457</id><published>2010-09-07T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:25:38.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i missed day three + that's what im here for</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY THREE; EIGHT WAYS TO WIN MY HEART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Just be nice&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't ever pretend to be someone you're not&lt;br /&gt;3. Treat all your friends with respect. Old and new.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be easy to be around&lt;br /&gt;5. Give hugs. (:&lt;br /&gt;6. Give love to everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't act cool lah. Be spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;8. Open your heart to me baby~ I hold the lock and you hold the key~ (Madonna!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY FOUR; SEVEN THINGS (i hate about youuuuu (omg, who remembers this song? xD)) THAT I THINK ABOUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How screwed up my life is&lt;br /&gt;2. Wushu?&lt;br /&gt;3. Classmates&lt;br /&gt;4. ____&amp;____&lt;br /&gt;5. What-if s&lt;br /&gt;6. Food&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To someone who hardly reads my blog anyways;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Los Angeles &lt;em&gt;you said with some regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll do my best to find a way to help you to forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you made your way back here to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;Seems like you're getting a little closer to okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you need someone just to be around&lt;br /&gt;Help put the pieces back that you finally found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;br /&gt;When you need a little less &lt;br /&gt;Or you want a little more&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you saying that you're finally feeling free&lt;br /&gt;Blowing kisses to the &lt;em&gt;distant memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've caught you smiling a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're beautiful&lt;/em&gt;, and I'm all yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you need someone just to be around&lt;br /&gt;Help put the pieces back that you finally found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for &lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;br /&gt;When you need a little less&lt;br /&gt;Or you want a little more&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can hold you just as long as you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you what no one would ever say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That it's all right to admit you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, &lt;strong&gt;all the scars will be gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;br /&gt;When you need a little less &lt;br /&gt;Or you want a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you need someone to find you&lt;br /&gt;When you're hiding from it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm here for&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I actually always watned to actually SING out a song for people when they're upset. (because that's the way I roll). I think it's the influence of Glee and Disneyshizz and Liz. I'm not sure, but one day I would like to pick up my guitar and sing for someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-1403531718428636457?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/1403531718428636457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=1403531718428636457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1403531718428636457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1403531718428636457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-missed-day-three-thats-what-im-here.html' title='i missed day three + that&apos;s what im here for'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5339786513943618628</id><published>2010-09-07T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:54:59.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days of zombieism.</title><content type='html'>My first two days as a zombie! sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Reme, then Chem Reme. Mr Chong was really funny and shiz cause of his shirt and.. well, his Mr Chong-ness.&lt;br /&gt;But the most important part was rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lousy. As compared to seniors. And we had lack of communication and no music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, TOTALLY UNPREPARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so disappointed. Not in others but myself, because I totally didn't think of calling Yeewin beforehand to check with her. Or confirming music, or anything. It's not technically in my job description, but we all take responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we can sucessfully wow them on Saturday. I pray we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday (today)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today training was good training. (: As in we did do ji ben gong, but it was greatly reduced, and we even got a pep talk from Xue about what went wrong ytd blahblahblah. (no doubt Mr Teo's work.) Anyway, jiti was somewhat productive? Okay, we were talking quite a lot, but we refined a lot of our moves. Yay us!&lt;br /&gt;And rehearsal in the rooftop hall was awesome. We pretty much got EVERYTHING done in a day! which is awesome. Even ending pose, which still reminds me of Broadway in some way. Moony agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturday&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/6622442808940308961-5339786513943618628?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5339786513943618628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5339786513943618628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5339786513943618628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5339786513943618628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-days-of-zombieism.html' title='2 days of zombieism.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-716592932858825114</id><published>2010-09-05T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:34:40.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>google earthhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Day One: Ten things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: Nine things you want to say to nine different people right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;br /&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;br /&gt;Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Ten: One confession&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY TWO; NINE THINGS TO NINE PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Esther-&gt; Don't pangseh me tmr&lt;br /&gt;2. Callie-&gt; I still want to eat korean rice cake *_*&lt;br /&gt;3. Wan Lin-&gt; I'm sorry ;__; I'll be your slave for the whole of tmr, I promise&lt;br /&gt;4. GY-&gt; YOU ARE MEAN. *shoots hearts at you*&lt;br /&gt;5. (unknown)-&gt; What happened? :/ Do you hate me now? If so, why?&lt;br /&gt;6. Grace-&gt; REPLY MAH EMAILL&lt;br /&gt;7. (unknown)-&gt; I wish I had a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Britneyyyy-&gt; Good luck out there ;_;&lt;br /&gt;9. Liz-&gt; WHERE ARE YOUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;: busy week ahead everybody. Hang on to your seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(right now im downloading gogle earth cause i want to play with it. LOLWTF *shoots self*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-716592932858825114?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/716592932858825114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=716592932858825114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/716592932858825114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/716592932858825114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-one-ten-things-about-yourself.html' title='google earthhhh'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3571005337608690432</id><published>2010-09-04T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:27:43.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>today made me realise how many beautiful things in the world there are. and how these things take time. they don't usually sprout over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3571005337608690432?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3571005337608690432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3571005337608690432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3571005337608690432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3571005337608690432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5031342568729911337</id><published>2010-09-04T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:29:14.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Day One: Ten things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: Nine things you want to say to nine different people right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;br /&gt;Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;br /&gt;Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Day Ten: One confession&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've done something similar before, but this should be fun?&lt;br /&gt;If I start today, I'll end by holidays end. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY ONE; TEN THINGS ABOUT MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like papaya.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love money&lt;br /&gt;5. I love mondays. (no monday blues for me!)&lt;br /&gt;6. I love Swarkles. :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't like Chinese&lt;br /&gt;8. I dislike most SIAs.&lt;br /&gt;9. I love you. (: (yes, even you gy~)&lt;br /&gt;10. I love swarkles very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5031342568729911337?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5031342568729911337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5031342568729911337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5031342568729911337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5031342568729911337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/09/tumblr-challenge.html' title='tumblr challenge'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2774680567283945506</id><published>2010-08-30T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:57:50.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmy opening 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPkDFPmRSqU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPkDFPmRSqU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of celebrities in order of appearance (in case you guys didnt know):&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Fallon (Host)(the one driving the car)&lt;br /&gt;Lea Michele, Chris Colfer, Cory Monteith, Amber Riley (&lt;strong&gt;Glee&lt;/strong&gt;) (left to right (:)&lt;br /&gt;Tina Fey (&lt;strong&gt;30 Rock&lt;/strong&gt;) (the one with the glasses)&lt;br /&gt;Kate Gosselin (&lt;strong&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/strong&gt;) (one in the wierdo dress)&lt;br /&gt;Have-No-Effing-Idea-Who-The-Dancing-Guy-Is&lt;br /&gt;Betty White (&lt;strong&gt;The Proposal/Golden Girls&lt;/strong&gt;) (old ladyy)&lt;br /&gt;JANE LYNCH (&lt;strong&gt;Glee&lt;/strong&gt;) (the one wearing the tracksuit throwing the slushie)&lt;br /&gt;Unknown (&lt;strong&gt;Lost&lt;/strong&gt;) (the kinda fat guy highfiving Jimmy Fallon)&lt;br /&gt;Nina Dobrehv (&lt;strong&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/strong&gt;) (the girl who jumped out from nowhere)&lt;br /&gt;Joel McHale!! (&lt;strong&gt;The Soup&lt;/strong&gt;) (guy who grabs the camera)&lt;br /&gt;Tim Gunn (&lt;strong&gt;Project Runway&lt;/strong&gt;) (guy wearing tuxedo who changes the clothes and says his classic line, "Make it work")&lt;br /&gt;Randy Jackson (&lt;strong&gt;American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;) (haha, the plump black guy playing the guitar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6:10 you see Matthew Morrison (acts as Will Schuester on Glee) acting like a proud teacher. AWWWW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2774680567283945506?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2774680567283945506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2774680567283945506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2774680567283945506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2774680567283945506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/emmy-opening-2010.html' title='Emmy opening 2010'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-1446449107589566641</id><published>2010-08-28T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T11:52:46.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If you’re alone, I’ll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I’ll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I’ll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I’ll be your smile. But anytime you need a friend, I’ll just be me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quote-book @ tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-1446449107589566641?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/1446449107589566641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=1446449107589566641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1446449107589566641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1446449107589566641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-youre-alone-ill-be-your-shadow.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-352680615035175279</id><published>2010-08-28T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:42:15.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I'm thankful for in these 40 minutes past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Different time zones. (thanks Liz, you're a gem. I'm so glad I met you)&lt;br /&gt;2. Cookies&lt;br /&gt;3. Youtube (been watching big brother. TEAM RAGAN &amp; BRITNEY RAWR)&lt;br /&gt;4. My handphone wallpaper. (If you don't know what it is, it's a picture of my loves, my batchies.)&lt;br /&gt;5. My handphone screensaver (Similarly, if you don't know what it is, it's a picture of Callie and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being Libra-n sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-352680615035175279?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/352680615035175279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=352680615035175279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/352680615035175279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/352680615035175279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-im-thankful-for-in-these-40.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-2094459004249033416</id><published>2010-08-27T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:22:41.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's like you give me a life raft, then puncture a hole in it once i get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still alive, but im barely breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-2094459004249033416?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/2094459004249033416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=2094459004249033416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2094459004249033416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/2094459004249033416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-like-you-give-me-life-raft-then.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-6131770044284002395</id><published>2010-08-27T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:04:06.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVQ4aLWLi8Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVQ4aLWLi8Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instant cheer me up fo sho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-6131770044284002395?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/6131770044284002395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=6131770044284002395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6131770044284002395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/6131770044284002395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-i-love-you.html' title='because I love you.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3374681222124671860</id><published>2010-08-24T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:38:07.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>batchies are the best.</title><content type='html'>Today was a boring and unhigh day. Nothing made me happy at all. I just realised I hardly even smiled, except for the walk back to class from the quadrangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for training. BATCHIEZZ ARE SO AWESOME. WHERE WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOU GUYZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, training was tough because of the sudden appearance of one Porridge, but I love training with batchies, cause we are almost all on the same wavelength. (and height, haha) And I love jiti, it keeps me alive in wushu. I really really really like our new jiti now. I really really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really enjoy being with my batchies. Seeing them make me smile. &lt;strong&gt;Seeing THAM WAN QING in what seemed like a bajillion gazillion years made me so high.&lt;/strong&gt; Jiti also made me quite high today. (: There's something about Batch'11 that never fails to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm reflecting so much, must be leftover high? Haha, idk. It's probably because I had a sadly monotone day and in a metaphor (because I love metaphors) Batch 11 is like the colour on my blank white canvas of today. I don't remember any shit about what I learned in Chem today, but I remember all the stupid inside and outside jokes, the new moves, chatting with Blood (haha, or Snow) about teachers and him allowing us to just sit down and slack after we train, or sharing his story with us about that girly move. Or deciding our roles in Hilary's future wedding (flower girl right here). Or singing loudly in off key voices songs from Justin Bieber and Taylor Swift, all the walk from rooftop hall till bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Batch'11. That's one thing I don't think will ever change. Let's chiong and perfect our jiti by the performance and then show the hwa chong people that our NYWS got standard one! Jia-jiayou ah! (:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cheer up _____! Don't blame yourself too much! Learn to forgive yourself!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3374681222124671860?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3374681222124671860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3374681222124671860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3374681222124671860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3374681222124671860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/batchies-are-best.html' title='batchies are the best.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3039003185794748690</id><published>2010-08-22T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:33:51.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love the way you lie.</title><content type='html'>I LOVE THIS SONG. LIKE A TON OF BRICKS MUCH. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My JAMMMM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3039003185794748690?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3039003185794748690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3039003185794748690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3039003185794748690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3039003185794748690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-way-you-lie.html' title='love the way you lie.'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3086828077931783169</id><published>2010-08-19T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:25:16.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3086828077931783169?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3086828077931783169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3086828077931783169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3086828077931783169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3086828077931783169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/people-think-soul-mate-is-your-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-4175285154181950908</id><published>2010-08-18T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:12:21.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tumbling over at tumblr, tumble over to &lt;a href="http://macaroon.tumblr.com/"&gt;macaroon@tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. daily photos, videos, songs, quotes, texts, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://macaroon.tumblr.com/"&gt;macaroon&lt;/a&gt;: a small sweet cake consisting largely of ground almonds.&lt;br /&gt;small = (shortness/skinniness)&lt;br /&gt;sweet = (*egos*)&lt;br /&gt;largely = (an irony in itself. I may be small, but im full of love.)&lt;br /&gt;ground almonds = (nuts. I get my heart hurt many times and I go through many Troubles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, it's an actual word. it's a pastry, not to be confused with macar&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;n.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be posting here though. (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-4175285154181950908?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/4175285154181950908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=4175285154181950908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/4175285154181950908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/4175285154181950908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/tumbling-over-at-tumblr-tumble-over-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3768590510284361996</id><published>2010-08-16T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T15:42:22.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NPH IS GOING TO BE A FATHER. TO TWINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3768590510284361996?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3768590510284361996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3768590510284361996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3768590510284361996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3768590510284361996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/nph-is-going-to-be-father.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-1982485543581129345</id><published>2010-08-14T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:59:27.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr~</title><content type='html'>Ten Things I Wish I Could Say to Ten Different People. &lt;br /&gt;1) I know I'm only here for your entertainment. I fear that I care for you more then you care for me. And it hurts me inside.&lt;br /&gt;2) Please don't leave me ever. I need you in my life. (Actually I don't wish. I can. This is for Callie.)&lt;br /&gt;3) I wish I had the chance in the past to be better friends with you. To see past my own prejudices and maybe even become your best friend. You were willing to let me into your life, but I just wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;4) Thank god I have you in my life. (For WQ)&lt;br /&gt;5) Thank god I have you in my life. (For Vanessa)&lt;br /&gt;6) You are an arrogant and selfish beyotch. Keep away from me.&lt;br /&gt;7) Why aren't we as close anymore? We used to be able to talk. Now we just stare at each other in the corridor and wave. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;8) I miss having you in my life. &lt;br /&gt;9) Why aren't we as close anymore?&lt;br /&gt;10) I wish you hadn't left. If you hadn't, we could still have been close friends. We have so much in common. If you had stayed, we'd probably be as close as sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I dance.&lt;br /&gt;2) I roll my eyes often, just not in front of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;3) I do roleplay online on livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;4) Nothing's "okay" when I say "I'm okay".&lt;br /&gt;5) I get suicidal, but lack the guts to actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;6) I have trouble embracing change, when the past is much more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;7) I give out more love than I receive back.&lt;br /&gt;8) I hate when people lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;9) Most of the time, I don’t mean what I say. It usually is in the heat of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight ways to win my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be yourself. &lt;br /&gt;2) Hug me&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't judge me. &lt;br /&gt;4) Care for me.&lt;br /&gt;5) A simple "I love you" would do. Not ily, ilu. the whole phrase is more sincere, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;6) Understand me.&lt;br /&gt;7) Actually pay attention to every word I say.&lt;br /&gt;8) Send me nice mushy messages or texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that cross my mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why me and ______ are even friends, and why I care so much when she doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;2) TV shows. (:&lt;br /&gt;3) What ifs.&lt;br /&gt;4) Memories&lt;br /&gt;5) What I am going to do later&lt;br /&gt;6) The future.&lt;br /&gt;7) Food! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six things I do before I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not in order,)&lt;br /&gt;1) Pray&lt;br /&gt;2) Brush my teeth&lt;br /&gt;3) Off my computer&lt;br /&gt;4) Check my phone&lt;br /&gt;5) Brush my hair&lt;br /&gt;6) wash my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people who mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm doing "groups of people" unless stated otherwise)&lt;br /&gt;1) Family.&lt;br /&gt;2) Callie&lt;br /&gt;3) WQ, WL, R, V&lt;br /&gt;4) Batchies&lt;br /&gt;5) 212'09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things you’re wearing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) hairband&lt;br /&gt;2) pyjama top&lt;br /&gt;3) pyjama pants&lt;br /&gt;4) my heart on my sleeve ( :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three songs that you listen to often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bad Romance (Lady Gaga)&lt;br /&gt;2) Fifteen (Taylor Swift)&lt;br /&gt;3) Hero/Heroine (BLG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want to do before you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Travel the world. Or just a few places.&lt;br /&gt;2) Fall in and out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a secret aspiration to dance professionally. Now? Not so much. Quitting ballet killed it badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-1982485543581129345?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/1982485543581129345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=1982485543581129345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1982485543581129345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1982485543581129345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/tumblr.html' title='tumblr~'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-980103661967125062</id><published>2010-08-14T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T16:09:38.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(dont ask me why i'm tumblr-ing)</title><content type='html'>tumblr quote haul (from quote-book on tumblr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the world was perfect, it wouldn’t be.&lt;/em&gt; (Yogi Berra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not fear death, but rather the unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.&lt;/em&gt; (Natalie Babbitt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when the night is falling and you cannot find the light, If you feel your dream is dying hold tight. You’ve got the music in you.&lt;/em&gt; (You Get What You Give)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What hurts the most was being so close and having so much to say and watching you walk away. And never knowing what could’ve been and not saying that loving you is what I was trying to do.&lt;/em&gt; (What Hurts The Most)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honesty is honestly the hardest thing for me right now.&lt;/em&gt; (The Truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.&lt;/em&gt; (C.S Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.&lt;/em&gt; (Havelock Ellis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories but find yourself moving on. It’s perfectly normal. &lt;/em&gt;(Nicholas Sparks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is no fool who gives up that which he cannot keep for that which he cannot lose.&lt;/em&gt; (Jim Elliot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain.&lt;/em&gt; (Jennifer Aniston)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regrets are a waste of time. They’re the past crippling you in the present.&lt;/em&gt; (Under The Tuscan Sun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.&lt;/em&gt; (Elizabeth Gilbert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be lived.&lt;/em&gt; (Dexter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can't scare me... if I scare them first.&lt;/em&gt; (Lady Gaga)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-980103661967125062?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/980103661967125062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=980103661967125062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/980103661967125062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/980103661967125062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-ask-me-why-im-tumblr-ing.html' title='(dont ask me why i&apos;m tumblr-ing)'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-4322247525012816271</id><published>2010-08-10T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:17:47.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you forget?</title><content type='html'>Did you forget, that I was even alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HulFsv72h3Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HulFsv72h3Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last, all the pictures have been burned&lt;br /&gt;And all the past is just a lesson that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget, please don't forget, about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong, our love is like a song&lt;br /&gt;But you won't sing along, you've forgotten about &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. It's a nice song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-4322247525012816271?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/4322247525012816271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=4322247525012816271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/4322247525012816271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/4322247525012816271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-you-forget.html' title='did you forget?'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-9211797756488998310</id><published>2010-08-09T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:54:07.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you should read&lt;br /&gt;http://macaroon.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-9211797756488998310?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/9211797756488998310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=9211797756488998310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/9211797756488998310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/9211797756488998310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-should-read-httpmacaroon.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-3333078891197144257</id><published>2010-08-07T17:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:48:48.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faithfully~</title><content type='html'>Highway run&lt;br /&gt;until the mignight sun&lt;br /&gt;wheels go round and round&lt;br /&gt;you're~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I realised this song has been stuck in my head, since morning, and it totally fits with Xcountry ytd. xD (high way run, sun, wheels, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out of 3 promises, at least 2 were kept. I'm content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to keep the last promise though. :/ (this one sort of my fault lah, cause i was slow and you were too fast.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I caused Callie to break 1 (I'm sorry. D:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-3333078891197144257?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/3333078891197144257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=3333078891197144257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3333078891197144257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/3333078891197144257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/highway-run-until-mignight-sun-wheels.html' title='faithfully~'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-1323258844047310055</id><published>2010-08-05T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:45:47.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>309 -&gt; 308 -&gt; Opp ION -&gt; Orchard Central -&gt; Cine -&gt; KBox -&gt; L5 -&gt; L6 theater 4 -&gt;*scape -&gt;313@somerset -&gt;Bishan MRT -&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy crazy day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-1323258844047310055?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/1323258844047310055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=1323258844047310055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1323258844047310055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/1323258844047310055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/309-308-opp-ion-orchard-central-cine.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-4242613943116835956</id><published>2010-08-04T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:49:28.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“Look in the mirror and fix yourself up. Wash away those tears. Be strong, suck&lt;br /&gt;it up. No one else can know. Paint on a smile and walk away. You’re okay, you&lt;br /&gt;should be, that’s what they all see.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere from tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(deleted line here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like a tidal wave, everything's coming in too fast to react.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-4242613943116835956?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/4242613943116835956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=4242613943116835956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/4242613943116835956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/4242613943116835956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-in-mirror-and-fix-yourself-up.html' title=''/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-5206751549671232784</id><published>2010-08-03T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:58:09.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saying ay-oh,</title><content type='html'>Love has tortured, love has killed, but love has saved a million still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have to study acids and bases and salts ws + quiz, do practice paper, and I'll be done with chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll start on History, starting with good ol' Hitler, cause he'll be coming up the mountain (ha) in the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too late to panic. gotta focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622442808940308961-5206751549671232784?l=offpavement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/feeds/5206751549671232784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6622442808940308961&amp;postID=5206751549671232784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5206751549671232784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622442808940308961/posts/default/5206751549671232784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://offpavement.blogspot.com/2010/08/saying-ay-oh.html' title='saying ay-oh,'/><author><name>dreaming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17402331294867267124</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-6622442808940308961.post-6809971386955429229</id><published>2010-08-03T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:18:48.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y)&lt;div 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