<?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-10423967</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:14:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story of a girl</title><subtitle type='html'>a sad girl..a sad life..a sad story</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10423967.post-5995821524480938451</id><published>2008-10-10T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:59:34.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STEPS TO SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Being Thorough&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be truly successful, you need to be meticulous about details. You can't afford to overlook something and think that it does not matter. Because most of the time, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Get a Momentum going and keep your Momentum going&lt;br /&gt;When you have big ideas, you would need the energy to execute it and get the idea out into the real world. And sometimes, it would take a long time. Without momentum, you would not have what it take to get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Stay Focused&lt;br /&gt;The moment you lose your focus, you will also lose your momentum. They go together. You can accomplish a lot more things if you keep these two things working together for you. If you think you lack focus, just ask yourself this question, "What should I be thinking about right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Look at the Solution, Not the Problem&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do, you are bound to run into problems. It's just part of life. If you allow problems to get into your way, it will become bigger than your idea in the first place and you may become overwhelmed by it. So, focus on the solution and you'll be surprised how things can work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) See Opportunities for what it is&lt;br /&gt;For example, why are you reading this blog post? You can give any reason you want and for whatever reason you give, reading this post is an opportunity for you to learn. Always ask yourself, "What can I learn today that I didn't know before?" Take the time to see today as an opportunity and you'll be surprised by what can come your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Know everything you can about what you are doing&lt;br /&gt;This is a good way to cover your bases and know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Be Lucky &amp; Be Passionate&lt;br /&gt;Remember the old saying, "The harder I work, the luckier I get." Well, it happens to be true. You have to love what you are doing if you want to be successful at it. That's the fast track to success no matter what your interests are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) See Yourself as Victorious&lt;br /&gt;That can zap negativity immediately and put a positive spin on problems. Why not see problems as challenges and know that you are more capable in dealing with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Be Smart&lt;br /&gt;Know that you have something unique to offer because you use the tools that are provided for you and remain open to new ideas. That is also where innovation comes from. Being smart means you know how to use what you have got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Never Give Up&lt;br /&gt;The only time you will be a failure is when you quit trying. Losers give up. Winners keep on going. Never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to absoluteislove.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-5995821524480938451?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5995821524480938451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=5995821524480938451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/5995821524480938451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/5995821524480938451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2008/10/steps-to-success-1-being-thorough-if.html' title=''/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-2227523871726330682</id><published>2008-09-04T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:33:04.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lopsided</title><content type='html'>Should I feel happy?&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel relieved?&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems settled.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it seems.&lt;br /&gt;I gained big.&lt;br /&gt;But I lost more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Is it supposed to be like this?&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;Is that what I should feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's fear.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it unease?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it is,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be done.&lt;br /&gt;It has already eaten,&lt;br /&gt;The other half of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lopsided_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-2227523871726330682?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2227523871726330682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=2227523871726330682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/2227523871726330682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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to hear your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;So you have someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could choose to runaway&lt;br /&gt;When things turn out bad&lt;br /&gt;But I could choose to stick around&lt;br /&gt;So they won't feel sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I could choose to cry out&lt;br /&gt;And drown in self pity&lt;br /&gt;Or I can choose to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Only then I'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could choose not to say&lt;br /&gt;Say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But I could choose to be fair&lt;br /&gt;At least to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could choose not to care&lt;br /&gt;If it hurts you or not&lt;br /&gt;Then I could choose to stay mum&lt;br /&gt;Then again, for how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I choose what I want&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to see&lt;br /&gt;The hurt in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;In your voice as you speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;To choose to please all?&lt;br /&gt;And live in regret&lt;br /&gt;And me with nothing at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-2299279264446056248?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/2299279264446056248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=2299279264446056248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/2299279264446056248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/2299279264446056248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-choice.html' title='My Choice'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-3690582634801695506</id><published>2008-08-26T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:27:48.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fear</title><content type='html'>Before, I..&lt;br /&gt;Fear the impossible emotional suppression&lt;br /&gt;Fear the disclosure of my inmost affection&lt;br /&gt;Fear of revealing what's meant to be hushed&lt;br /&gt;Fear what I cherish dear will all be crushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I..&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the imminent foul complications&lt;br /&gt;Fear the abstruse turn of situations&lt;br /&gt;Fear the impressions of loved ones so close&lt;br /&gt;Fear the high chances that they may oppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear the immense disbelief on their faces&lt;br /&gt;Fear of their letdown and relation displaces&lt;br /&gt;Fear of explaining my deepest emotions&lt;br /&gt;Fear there's no use for my justifications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear the impossible fate of redemption&lt;br /&gt;Fear of regret and adverse self-conviction&lt;br /&gt;Fear that all faith in me will be lost&lt;br /&gt;Fear that my fears will be my life's course.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-3690582634801695506?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3690582634801695506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=3690582634801695506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened these past couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;It's just crazy how things can be so dramatic sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through all the chaos and mayhem,&lt;br /&gt;I did learn quite a lot of things I must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...even things about myself that throughout my 20 years of life,&lt;br /&gt;I did not know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose Time has changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone. Including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You can give without loving, but you can't love without giving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-92126947906750402?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/92126947906750402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=92126947906750402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/92126947906750402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/92126947906750402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-chapter.html' title='A new chapter'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-3647650487116934319</id><published>2007-12-03T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:18:09.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*** This Shit</title><content type='html'>everything's a mess..everything is falling apart..&lt;br /&gt;getting more tired as the days pass...feeling like shit..&lt;br /&gt;fyp is around the corner and i am unprepared..afraid of failing at a time like this..i just wanna scrap thru..i dun wanna waste anymore time..normally i wouldn't care how i do..so long as i pass..but now how i do will not only put my &lt;strong&gt;own&lt;/strong&gt; grades at stake..shit this man..why the f*** must there be fyp..i just want it all to end..not to mention another 2 more tests the eve of fyp day..with tons of reports still due..i just wanna scream...SCREAM...it's sucking me up mentally and emotionally..&lt;br /&gt;my choreo..incomplete and i lost one dancer at a f***ing time like this..wtf..and because of that i'm all troubled bout the replacement..not to mention 19 more days to showtime and she hasn't started 3 choreographies....not 1...3...and because of that she's eating into my practice days..how the hell am i supposed to finish..and because of this..i'll get it from him for giving an incomplete showcase with 1 dancer short this wed...ya...this wed..when f***ing fyp presentation is gonna take place...and not to mention bout another performance she's accepted which means i've got another choreo due this fri..and guess what??? i hadn't got the time to even touch it..everyone's at my neck for something..i just wanna run away..physically tired and emotionally drained..what else more do you wanna do to me? skin me alive? guess it doesn't matter anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-3647650487116934319?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3647650487116934319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=3647650487116934319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/3647650487116934319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/3647650487116934319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2007/12/f-this-shit.html' title='F*** This Shit'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-4733753592462775009</id><published>2007-09-26T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T02:08:35.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure</title><content type='html'>today has been a screwed up day..started the day sucky..had many little things happen throughout the day that pissed me off and the day ended with a "big bang"..&lt;br /&gt;i realised once again after such a long while that it's very difficult to please you..no matter what i do..it's never to your liking..i spent my whole life trying to please you and it's getting very tiring..finally said what i really felt..what i have always wanted to say but didn't find the right words to..sorry that i broke down in front of you and i know that you are hurting now..that you are disappointed..in fact i have always been a disappointment to you..i never meet your expectations even how hard i try..you never said it but i feel like a failure in your eyes..i have loads of things i wanna say..but everything is jumbled up..in bits and pieces..can't seem to bring them to words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random words that i'm thinking of..&lt;br /&gt;irresponsible, narrow-minded, patience, misunderstood, miscommunication, left out, assumptions, failure, unappreciated, bossed, defensive, excuses, distrust...blahblahblah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-4733753592462775009?l=rcangelica.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-10423967.post-4307453649825722942</id><published>2007-09-01T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:04:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt for the last time</title><content type='html'>guess i'm fated not to have any..couldn't help but to laugh when i heard it..excuses excuses..whether or not they were excuses..i have yet to know..but from past experiences..they seem like it to me..just when i thought it was going well..something like this has to happen..i should have known better..but i thought it'll be different this time..so i shoved my instincts aside..but this time..it's alot faster than i thought it'd be..how can i ever trust any one of your kind anymore? after all the shit you self-obsessed, egoistic, insensitive, indecisive, scummy dingleheads have left behind for me to clean up..it just makes me hate all of you scums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__bloody mood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-4307453649825722942?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/4307453649825722942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=4307453649825722942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/4307453649825722942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/4307453649825722942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2007/08/hurt-for-last-time.html' title='hurt for the last time'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-3664339431116191240</id><published>2007-08-17T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:38:05.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________this is what i'm feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-3664339431116191240?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3664339431116191240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=3664339431116191240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/3664339431116191240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/3664339431116191240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2007/08/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-7210366827576773544</id><published>2007-08-11T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:35:26.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day</title><content type='html'>*post for 8 august* a lil' late i know..*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPY YAY YAI YIPPIE YEEPY YAI...*prances ard and clicks fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a good day....the presentation went pretty well and my test was so much better than expected...woohoo! though i'm a wee bit guilty for my success was based on ky's downfall..nahaa..oh you poor thing..hahaha..ice cream cone for you?? *giggles* one of the rare days i feel so happy..*does the Ellen Degeneres' dance* ok enough of all the self indulgence..off to attempt to study..kekee..hope it works..*prances off into the shadows*&lt;div 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day'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-3037927373619059930</id><published>2007-08-01T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:44:53.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All she wants is to be happy</title><content type='html'>Some said she was blessed with numerous friends&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever said anything about the problems that came along with it&lt;br /&gt;The endless arguements and quarrels&lt;br /&gt;They came one after another&lt;br /&gt;Throughout her teenage life&lt;br /&gt;She was sick and tired of it&lt;br /&gt;She had to put on a mask to forget about her sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Coz she just wanted to be happy with the people around her&lt;br /&gt;Yet for all the good she did&lt;br /&gt;She got back shit&lt;br /&gt;And even lost herself some friends&lt;br /&gt;She felt taken for granted of&lt;br /&gt;Useless&lt;br /&gt;Her love life was no better&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cheated and fooled&lt;br /&gt;Even guilty&lt;br /&gt;After stepping out of each phase&lt;br /&gt;She felt confused if it's ok to enter just one more&lt;br /&gt;Will it turn out to be just another past?&lt;br /&gt;Or will this be her future&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom she could bring back to meet the parents&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, she'll always be judged for the choices she made&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood by the world&lt;br /&gt;Just because she was born with 'it'&lt;br /&gt;That's when she wanted to seek refuge in a place called Home&lt;br /&gt;All she wanted was peace in the house&lt;br /&gt;But that's just to much to ask&lt;br /&gt;And now she's lost without a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;A failure academically, she's good at nothing&lt;br /&gt;The only thing she was good at was her dream&lt;br /&gt;She forgets everything and leaves it all behind&lt;br /&gt;When she enters her world&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing she's left with&lt;br /&gt;If she still wants to keep herself sane&lt;br /&gt;In her screwed up life&lt;br /&gt;But that's not her choice to make&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't able to fulfil that dream&lt;br /&gt;If she wants to keep him happy&lt;br /&gt;And that's the worst feeling you can ever get&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to fulfil your dream&lt;br /&gt;Now she just has a simple request&lt;br /&gt;To be happy&lt;br /&gt;Can that be done for her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-3037927373619059930?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3037927373619059930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=3037927373619059930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/3037927373619059930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/3037927373619059930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-she-wants-is-to-be-happy.html' title='All she wants is to be happy'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-7142179763507235978</id><published>2007-07-30T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:37:31.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my limit</title><content type='html'>argh!!!! it's so frustrating!! so fcuking angry.......both at myself and at you!! can you just stop talking???? why can't you understand?!?!?! you ask why can't i understand..but can i shoot the question back at you???? why do this to yourself?? everything i do or not you have to nag and nag and nag...can't you just give us all some space for ourselves to live our lives??? give me a fcuking break...what's your problem?!?! it's not like i can't differentiate what's right from wrong..what's important and what's not...i know it well enough to lead a proper and normal life...argh!!! is it so difficult to shut up?? to close one eye??!?!?!? i've never been so crazy in my life..that was just insane..i can't believe i did that...i just can't..i couldn't control it..i couldn't control myself..my temper..my actions...my tears..you were just driving me up the wall i just went bonkers...i was shivering...so crazy till i shivered...i wasn't thinking straight...i thought i was going to insane..you know..IMH insane...couldn't believe it myself....thought i was going to lose the hair...after all the pulling....couldn't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;everyday..you know..everyday....even after so many times of this...you still can't get it...even after so many people told you...it's something so minor....so fcuking minor!!!!! it's not even worth it..!!! so worthless!! but why get so worked up about it????!?!!?!?! aurgh!!! after what i did..it only made me feel bad...so bad...so shitty...i couldn't help but cry..cry like a baby..maybe worse..i felt like a retard..like some crazy woman..just unsightly..i don't even know if i'll be forgiven for it...i'm a lousy ********..so lousy....i just wanna leave and run away...just like you said....leave...it would be better right...for you...for everyone..no more troubles...no more worries....thought so too myself...&lt;br /&gt;fcuk! FCUK!!!!!! FcuKK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-7142179763507235978?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7142179763507235978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=7142179763507235978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/7142179763507235978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/7142179763507235978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-limit.html' title='my limit'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-5992182586561547434</id><published>2007-07-12T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:32:57.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wonders of photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d64/rcangelica/Katsproject.jpg" height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d64/rcangelica/katsproject2.jpg" height=300/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat came over to take some photos for a project using my feet and my shoes..haha..turned out to be really cool after we edited them on photoshop..the wonders of photoshop i must say...am so proud that i just had to post them...hee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-5992182586561547434?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/5992182586561547434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=5992182586561547434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/5992182586561547434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/5992182586561547434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2007/07/wonders-of-photoshop.html' title='the wonders of photoshop'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-8644358140222349034</id><published>2007-07-11T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:13:19.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't concentrate..can't think straight..my head's all in a mess..escaped from class..don't wanna see any familiar faces..just had to get out..breathe some fresh air and clear my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna ask anymore 'whys'..coz i never got answers..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling terrible the past few days..no idea why..i can just sit..stare..and unconsciously cry..and Music can now change my mood tremendously..&lt;br /&gt;Flashes of recent and past memories both lousy and good would just appear in my head..even when i don't want them to..all sorts..everything that's happened to me..&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's just another phase..maybe i'll pull through again and my blog may once again die out without the constant feed of entries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__random rantings ..all a mess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-8644358140222349034?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/8644358140222349034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=8644358140222349034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/8644358140222349034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/8644358140222349034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2007/07/cant-concentrate.html' title=''/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-9097882326027203156</id><published>2007-07-10T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:39:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not fair</title><content type='html'>Failed another test once again..as usual by a little bit..just have no luck in me at all..have always been and will always be i guess..things just keep coming..should have gotten use to it by now..should have..or at least i'm trying to..but shouldn't i at least deserve a break? so many things happening at once is just not fair for anyone at all..guess no one will ever understand.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__exhausted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-9097882326027203156?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/9097882326027203156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=9097882326027203156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/9097882326027203156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/9097882326027203156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-fair.html' title='not fair'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-7761854815452032758</id><published>2007-07-09T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:58:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up</title><content type='html'>What am I to you? Just coz you're all scared, you think you have the right to treat me this way? After all you did, bringing my hopes up high..If you wanted to settle things this way, then you shouldn't have led me the wrong way! And not to mention, leaving me hanging without a word. What is this? After all the tears and sacrifices I've given, after all the waiting, this is what I get?? At least tell me..is it too much to ask? Do I even exist to you? Guess not..or it seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__I'm sick and tired of you..I give up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-7761854815452032758?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/7761854815452032758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=7761854815452032758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/7761854815452032758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/7761854815452032758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2007/07/giving-up.html' title='Giving up'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-3931074796271603789</id><published>2007-07-09T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:36:07.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>I thought I saw a man brought to life&lt;br /&gt;He was warm, he came around like he was dignified&lt;br /&gt;He showed me what it was to cry&lt;br /&gt;Well you couldn't be that man I adored&lt;br /&gt;You don't seem to know, don't seem to care what your heart is for&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know him anymore&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;My conversation has run dry&lt;br /&gt;That's what's going on, nothing's fine I'm torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late, I'm already torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the fortune teller's right&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light&lt;br /&gt;To crawl beneath my veins and now&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many things that I can't touch, I'm torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late, I'm already torn. Torn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration has run dry&lt;br /&gt;That's what's going on, nothing's right, I'm torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I'm ashamed bound and broken on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late, I'm already torn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-3931074796271603789?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/3931074796271603789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=3931074796271603789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/3931074796271603789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/3931074796271603789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2007/07/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-116712369645511603</id><published>2006-12-27T08:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T17:01:36.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Why?? Why is my life forever like that?? I wish I can just sit and relax and enjoy whatever is around me but no...i'm never given the chance to..family..friends..love...it all just comes crashing one after the other..and when everything is finally ok...it just takes a stupid thing to ruin it all again...what have I done to deserve this??? My stamina's running out..I don't have the energy to make everyone happy...I'm not some superhero..I'm no robot..what makes all of you think that you are in such a terrible state with just one person when someone else is going through that same state with multiple people?? And not to mention many other reasons more..I'm so tired...give me the strength Lord..I'm running out of energy..just a little more....please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-116712369645511603?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/116712369645511603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=116712369645511603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/116712369645511603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/116712369645511603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/12/tired_26.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-116560467327413322</id><published>2006-12-09T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T03:06:30.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waves 11!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, a less depressing entry!! YEY!&lt;br /&gt;Love all who came for the concert!! Thank you so much! It means alot....=]&lt;br /&gt;Though there were a few boo boos that I made once in awhile..the concert felt great!!&lt;br /&gt;Better than the previous!&lt;br /&gt;And hiphoppers..you rocked the house!!! Great performance tonight! Hee..&lt;br /&gt;Modern dancers..Love ya'll so much!! Our sweat, blood, bruises, pain, injuries, tears..were all worth it!!! Argh......so happy...hee..&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord for a successful concert! Muackxzzzx..!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is celebration time!! See ya'll there!!! Hee..can't wait! Waiyee will be there too!! I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep like a pig tonight and club tomorrow night loh!! Hmhmhahaha...forgetting molbio test on mon..*smirks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-116560467327413322?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/116560467327413322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=116560467327413322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/116560467327413322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/116560467327413322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/12/waves-11.html' title='waves 11!!!!!'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-116359795111515979</id><published>2006-11-16T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:45:36.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop playing tricks on me!</title><content type='html'>Why must this always happen to me? Am I fated to always go through situations like these? One after another..there's always something new waiting for me..and they all have the same motive..to see me in my pitiful state..I'm tired and exhausted..both mentally and physically..emotionally too..is that still not enough? Must the pathetic amount of energy be drained out of me before everything will be over? Why does misery come with every little present I receive? As if it comes as a package, as a free gift..but that's no gift..it's not even funny..Stop playing tricks on me! I don't have the energy for it anymore...Not anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-116359795111515979?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/116359795111515979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=116359795111515979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/116359795111515979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/116359795111515979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/11/stop-playing-tricks-on-me.html' title='Stop playing tricks on me!'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-116309004519689636</id><published>2006-11-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:20:41.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know how it feels?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you know how it feels..to be so close to you, yet unable to hold you close?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know how it feels..to long to care for and comfort you when you're down and out, yet hold back coz I'm afraid you don't appreciate? And all that I can do is sit here, and worry about you day and night..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know how it feels..to look at you everyday, and yearn for you more each time I see your face?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know how it feels..to try to forget you but just when I do, you appear before me? It only makes me hate to see you coz the more I do, the more it hurts..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know how it feels..to open my mouth, but nothing comes out, coz all I can think of are thoughts of rejection?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know how it feels..to love you so much till it hurts? Till it makes me hate loving you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And do you know how it feels..to feel unworthy of your love? And that someone who makes you happy is not and will never be me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-116309004519689636?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/116309004519689636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=116309004519689636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/116309004519689636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/116309004519689636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-know-how-it-feels.html' title='Do you know how it feels?'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-115721929681951870</id><published>2006-09-03T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T01:48:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new look</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since the exams were over. Thank God. Well, new look to me blog! Haha..finally removed all the cobwebs. Hope to constantly update hee..since the I'm done with the exams. Been slacking and slacking..and I'm lovin' it!! lalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-115721929681951870?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/115721929681951870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=115721929681951870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/115721929681951870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/115721929681951870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-look.html' title='new look'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-115078758812124145</id><published>2006-06-21T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:37:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The strength of a man</title><content type='html'>The strength of a man isn't in the width of his shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;but in the width of his arms that encircle you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice,&lt;br /&gt;but in the gentle words that he whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn' t in how hard he hits,&lt;br /&gt;but in how tender he touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in how many women he has loved,&lt;br /&gt;but in how well he loves one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift,&lt;br /&gt;but in the burdens he can carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by Anonymous-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-115078758812124145?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/115078758812124145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=115078758812124145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/115078758812124145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/115078758812124145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/06/strength-of-man.html' title='The strength of a man'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-115021289828372966</id><published>2006-06-14T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:34:58.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel</title><content type='html'>Whenever I look at you and you look at me&lt;br /&gt;The air turns silent with more than a tinge of stiffness&lt;br /&gt;I try to speak but my tongue goes numb&lt;br /&gt;I try to smile but my lips refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything to break the ice&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice, to hear your laughter&lt;br /&gt;I'd care for you day in day out&lt;br /&gt;If only you would allow me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of ways just to see you laugh&lt;br /&gt;I've lost tens of nights thinking what I should say&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be happy just for you to be too&lt;br /&gt;I've disappointed myself day after day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ignored thoughts of you that brought me pain&lt;br /&gt;I've fought all feelings that pulled me from you&lt;br /&gt;I've shed buckets of tears over my insecurity&lt;br /&gt;I just wish for you to feel the same for me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-115021289828372966?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/115021289828372966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=115021289828372966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/115021289828372966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/115021289828372966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-i-feel.html' title='How I Feel'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-114563614402256272</id><published>2006-04-22T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:17:21.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last posted. Quite a few things happened. My birthday for example, was my best birthday ever! Celebrated it in a dance studio! It was a surprise thingie..and I loved it! Muacks SPdance! Still can't believe it..*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to be free from this emotional jail&lt;br /&gt;Caged a convict, misunderstood by the world&lt;br /&gt;My words all heard through large megaphones&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts being written before they're even heard&lt;br /&gt;My life is composed into books by authors&lt;br /&gt;Interpreted into languages of unsung novels&lt;br /&gt;Edited by numerous writers and reporters&lt;br /&gt;And judged by many of the readers&lt;br /&gt;Made to explain myself once too often&lt;br /&gt;Forced to make choices I've yet to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Deeply exhausted by all the demands&lt;br /&gt;My heart can take no more of such pressure&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;I shout but there is no sound&lt;br /&gt;I cry but there are no tears&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna sink and drown&lt;br /&gt;In the pool of my own fears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-114563614402256272?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/114563614402256272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=114563614402256272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/114563614402256272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/114563614402256272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-114399659554808270</id><published>2006-04-02T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T10:24:02.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man's Alter Ego</title><content type='html'>Shouts and banging of tables began&lt;br /&gt;Cries of a woman unheard to a man&lt;br /&gt;Deafened by the sound of the voice in his head&lt;br /&gt;He continuously pummels her with words instead&lt;br /&gt;With righteousness that I beg to defer&lt;br /&gt;He has no intention of losing to her&lt;br /&gt;Shattering the silence of the soothing night sky&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't care less the tears in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;He goes on over and again how he's right&lt;br /&gt;Clearly he was trying to pick up a fight&lt;br /&gt;A fight that he's confident of his victory&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough he knows it would bring her misery&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a gentleman brings pain to a lady&lt;br /&gt;Harsh words and accusations said without mercy&lt;br /&gt;Though he claims he loves her so&lt;br /&gt;He treasures more his alter ego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-114399659554808270?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/114399659554808270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=114399659554808270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/114399659554808270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/114399659554808270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/04/mans-alter-ego.html' title='A Man&apos;s Alter Ego'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-114017837616776198</id><published>2006-02-18T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:12:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F***</title><content type='html'>FFF*** science!!! What the hell am I doing in Biotech?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-114017837616776198?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/114017837616776198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=114017837616776198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/114017837616776198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/114017837616776198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/02/f_17.html' title='F***'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113964440616244967</id><published>2006-02-12T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:53:26.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to be happy about</title><content type='html'>Finally, something to be happy about. Though it wasn't perfect, it was great! Everything went very well, we were so nervous backstage but were able to calm down at the side wings. And omg! Personally, I just love the finale. And to think that we were still fumbling over our movements a couple of hours before during our final run through. Thank you Wai Yee for scolding and stressing us so much. The fruits of our labour tasted fantastic! And to Kenneth. Hope you are feeling proud. We've never dance like that before during practices. So you can heave a sigh of relief. And finally, praise the Lord for going through everything with me. Without you, I don't think I can survive this phase and thank you for making this concert a success. And to all who came. Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Finally something that I can feel proud of**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113964440616244967?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113964440616244967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113964440616244967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113964440616244967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113964440616244967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/02/something-to-be-happy-about.html' title='something to be happy about'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113924578767279690</id><published>2006-02-07T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:27:29.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dying fast</title><content type='html'>Confusion is all that's in my head. Went to see the doc today and he told me i'm stressed and dehydrated. And to make things worse, i'm having a practical test and two written tests tomorrow. What am i doing now? Blogging. All i can think of is my dream and that's it. I don't know if i should change course in poly or go straight for what my mind and soul longs for. If i do, is that the right move? I mean, imagine if i do change course, i'll be spending on 4 years of school fees that aren't exactly peanuts to me. And after that i'll still have to pay full price of the school fees of what i really want. But if i dont switch course and stay, i'll probably break down and collapse one day. And if i do go for my dream, what if i don't succeed? What if i'm just not ready for it? What about my friends and the life i've just gotten used too? I'm surely gonna miss it. If only i can just get an answer now. I'm not gonna be able to hang in there much longer. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like supposed to be studying now, considering how much information that hasn't gotten into my head. But i f***ing can't. My brain juice is getting pathetically little as the days go by and i can't seem to do anything about it. Not even a drop of motivation exists in me now. *sighs again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**If only someone can just save me from my misery and catch me when i'm falling**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113924578767279690?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113924578767279690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113924578767279690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113924578767279690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113924578767279690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/02/dying-fast.html' title='dying fast'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113914819613181481</id><published>2006-02-06T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:37:37.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't</title><content type='html'>Don't nod your head&lt;br /&gt;If you're just a pleaser&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;If you're just a joker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you know me&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know misery&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;If you've never felt cursed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't enter my life&lt;br /&gt;If you can't take agony&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for me&lt;br /&gt;If you are hasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't share my burden&lt;br /&gt;If you can't carry&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you love me&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't ready&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113914819613181481?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113914819613181481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113914819613181481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113914819613181481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113914819613181481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Whenever their sentiments race out as you speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great pride too heavy for you to carry&lt;br /&gt;I wish one day you'd stumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;Or meet your match of defeat and be lowered&lt;br /&gt;At the feet of the greatest hero of all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113724978805174914?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113724978805174914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113724978805174914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113724978805174914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113724978805174914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/01/be-lowered_14.html' title='Be lowered'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113707919869188185</id><published>2006-01-13T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:19:58.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>Without you, my life is bland&lt;br /&gt;My days all faded, menially planned&lt;br /&gt;With no hunger for what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;My life is a waste, a bitter mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot picture life with no frame&lt;br /&gt;No anchor to hold me, to keep me sane&lt;br /&gt;No exit that leads me out to the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams exist above the bustling crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has made me feel such passion&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you has become an addiction&lt;br /&gt;Before I sleep and when I wake&lt;br /&gt;You would constantly be in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say you are but a dream&lt;br /&gt;A fairy tale story, a fantasy film&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how much others disagree&lt;br /&gt;I am bent on making Dance a part of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113707919869188185?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113707919869188185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113707919869188185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113707919869188185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113707919869188185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/01/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113647915448920085</id><published>2006-01-06T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:41:59.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sobs</title><content type='html'>I NEED A BREAK...!! FROM EVERYTHING...........!! *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113647915448920085?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113647915448920085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113647915448920085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113647915448920085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113647915448920085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/01/sobs.html' title='sobs'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113638960357356196</id><published>2006-01-05T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:46:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scream!</title><content type='html'>Sigh....school's started and just like timo..i'm not ready for school at all...&lt;br /&gt;Since school began..i can officially say now that i've got no life...doink...ky should know ba..hee...&lt;br /&gt;aaarrrggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just needed a place to scream...there..i'm done..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113638960357356196?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113638960357356196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113638960357356196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113638960357356196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113638960357356196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2006/01/scream_04.html' title='scream!'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113507324769389456</id><published>2005-12-21T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:07:27.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We will be here</title><content type='html'>When troubles flow like pouring rain,&lt;br /&gt;You can count on us to share your pain.&lt;br /&gt;When everyone seems too blind to you,&lt;br /&gt;You can come to us, don't feel blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you may not be the perfect friend,&lt;br /&gt;We'll never desert you, instead we'll mend,&lt;br /&gt;The perspectives we have on all your flaws,&lt;br /&gt;And open all our windows and doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships last when troubles are made,&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to bare the price you've paid.&lt;br /&gt;Before the bond of us was tied,&lt;br /&gt;A silent agreement was fixed to abide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113507324769389456?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113507324769389456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113507324769389456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113507324769389456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113507324769389456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-will-be-here.html' title='We will be here'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113440615969755601</id><published>2005-12-13T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:08:07.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disoriented</title><content type='html'>Tired and exhausted from all the hiding and pretending,&lt;br /&gt;controlling my tears to prevent them from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs..I've been studying for so many hours and there isn't much progress. I can't seem to concentrate and to make things worse, the facts are so freaking difficult to get into that pathetic brain. Argh..reliving the previous times again. Why in the world am I here? Stuck on this path I don't know how walk on.&lt;br /&gt;Tears are all gathered at the tip of my eyelids, so heavy till it hurts. Blurring my vision and not favouring the situation. The burning sensation tangled up in my throat makes me feel so disoriented. Being at a lost for words, for actions. I only wish for my guiding star to fall down onto my lap and tell me everything will be okay with it's presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113440615969755601?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113440615969755601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113440615969755601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113440615969755601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113440615969755601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/12/disoriented.html' title='Disoriented'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113392769433961444</id><published>2005-12-08T03:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:11:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate myself</title><content type='html'>The soul I loathe most on Earth&lt;br /&gt;Is the soul of someone closest to me&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows me in and out&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know right down to the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without discerning her words and actions&lt;br /&gt;She successfully chases all my friends away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me helpless with immense disappointment&lt;br /&gt;I slowly watch them slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one they'd leave with anger and grief&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally disappearing from my life&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me tearfully in despair&lt;br /&gt;And unaware of the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with nothing but myself alone&lt;br /&gt;I sit at a corner recollecting&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve such a fate&lt;br /&gt;Having to live my life with the person I hate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113392769433961444?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113392769433961444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113392769433961444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113392769433961444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113392769433961444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-myself.html' title='I hate myself'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113111118376853612</id><published>2005-11-05T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:33:03.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a smile</title><content type='html'>A smile&lt;br /&gt;Passing by,&lt;br /&gt;Was it towards me?&lt;br /&gt;There must be somone behind me.&lt;br /&gt;But what if there isn't?&lt;br /&gt;What would that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you&lt;br /&gt;And you seeing me,&lt;br /&gt;It happens often,&lt;br /&gt;But what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;I only have hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that it was that it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By M Mem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113111118376853612?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113111118376853612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113111118376853612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113111118376853612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113111118376853612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/11/smile.html' title='a smile'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-113013591932087779</id><published>2005-10-25T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:49:15.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my chalet yesterday. Didn't do much except for slacking and watching tv the whole time. Went to the theme park on the second day and lost my cap during the ride in the indoor roller coaster! Darn that stupid roller coaster! It's a big violent bully! Made me and KY have so many bruises and scratches. The bbq was nice though. Everyone initially couldn't make it at the last minute and we all were kinda pissed (some very pissed) on the first night when we found out. But, on the second day, everyone suddenly was able to go (which was great!) and the food was nice and yummy! Mmm! The music was excellent too! (of course! they were mine! *winks*) Anyways, overall, the chalet was a nine-er. Ok, maybe an eight-ish because of all the sleeping and slacking and not doing anything. But, we were all together. So, it's alright..right?? =]&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, LiYing: Wasn't contented with my results at all. Sucked big time. It's a just pass. Haix..oh well, at least I passed. I don't ask for much..considering my ability and intelligence level. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-113013591932087779?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/113013591932087779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=113013591932087779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113013591932087779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/113013591932087779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/10/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112964559497017794</id><published>2005-10-19T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:32:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just when you came</title><content type='html'>Just when the door slams shut&lt;br /&gt;Just when the sun goes into hiding&lt;br /&gt;Just when darkness erupts&lt;br /&gt;Just when I lost to obscurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when the stars dwindle&lt;br /&gt;Just when white roses eradicate&lt;br /&gt;Just when love becomes a parable&lt;br /&gt;Just when I lose my courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when life is an end&lt;br /&gt;Just when dance is an impossible&lt;br /&gt;Just when a foe is a friend&lt;br /&gt;Just when I lose to despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came..&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112964559497017794?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112964559497017794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112964559497017794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112964559497017794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112964559497017794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-when-you-came.html' title='just when you came'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112879527819162666</id><published>2005-10-09T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:05:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected</title><content type='html'>Like that flower living at that corner of your room&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant, yet silently colouring that lifeless grey&lt;br /&gt;Will you feel the emptiness when it withers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that little girl routinely appearing in that playground&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary, yet unconsciously drawing a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;Will you feel the loneliness when she ceases to appear one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that fading photograph mangled between pages of that book&lt;br /&gt;Discarded, yet still modestly castling those precious memories&lt;br /&gt;Will you feel the ruefulness when it fades into placid yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that nobody faintly existing in your life&lt;br /&gt;Unnoticed, yet silently living in your presence&lt;br /&gt;Will that nobody become noteworthy when glanced upon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that acquaintence among your countless contacts&lt;br /&gt;Overlooked, yet significant in darkness&lt;br /&gt;Will you feel mournful when one day darkness consumes her instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112879527819162666?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112879527819162666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112879527819162666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112879527819162666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112879527819162666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/10/neglected.html' title='neglected'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112866584071915356</id><published>2005-10-08T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:17:20.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!</title><content type='html'>I hate him! Big egoistic bugger. Everything he does is right. He thinks he is to be exact. That's one reason I never like staying home when he's around. And recently, he's always around. I hate him!! I can't stand his i'm-always-right look, his never-interrupt-me voice, and his a million and one analogies which I think is all junk and repetition. Argh...! I hate him......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112866584071915356?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112866584071915356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112866584071915356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112866584071915356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112866584071915356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/10/argh.html' title='argh!'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112858769846083241</id><published>2005-10-07T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:34:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>It's been horrendously boring the past few days. Argh! No job ---&gt; No money ---&gt; No pampering. That's sad..haha. Never going back to that stupid hotel to work. Attitude problem peeps. Before I left that place I should have took a photo of the managers sneaking to the back to eat. Especially this "wanker" working there. Assiest hole of all. Only know how to say OMGWTBFKNNBCCBGTH. Seriously, he needs some english lessons. Chinese will do too. Dammit, Medwin, you should have taken their picture! haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112858769846083241?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112858769846083241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112858769846083241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112858769846083241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112858769846083241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/10/boring.html' title='boring'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112774208673740920</id><published>2005-09-27T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:41:26.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost over</title><content type='html'>Four more days till the end of this nightmare. Can't wait! So far so good, though I probably won't do well, but at least I don't have to forward a module. *phew* Really thinking about changing course after this first year. Trying out for np mass comm..really hope I'll be able to get in. I know it'll be difficult, but at least it's not as bad as biotech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I really wanna thank the Lord above who's seen me through my difficult moments. I don't know what I'll do without him. If not for him, I'd probably go insane the past week or so. He's the only one that kept me sane, or at least sane enough to move on. Praise the Lord for he is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112774208673740920?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112774208673740920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112774208673740920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112774208673740920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112774208673740920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/09/almost-over.html' title='almost over'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112705451744693346</id><published>2005-09-19T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:41:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imagination</title><content type='html'>"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."                                                                                                                -Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish the world is able to see that. I'm going mad here, pulling my hair with every page I read. I can't seem to absorb anything! Nothing goes in! Tomorrow is the semestral exam and all I ask is to pass..just a pass will do..is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've made up my mind to try out for mass comm at the end of first year. Really hope I can get in then. I don't think I can take it much longer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112705451744693346?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112705451744693346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112705451744693346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112705451744693346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112705451744693346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/09/imagination.html' title='imagination'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112670330316237606</id><published>2005-09-15T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:53:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I once believed that life was a gift. I thought whatever I wanted I would someday possess. Is that greed, or only youth? Is it hope or stupidity? As far as I was concerned the future was a book I could write to suit myself, chapter after chapter of good fortune. All was right with the world, and my place in it was assured, or so I thought then. I had no idea that all stories unfold like white flowers, petal by petal, each in its own time and season, dependent on circumstance and fate. The future is something no one can foretell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a white oleander - beautiful yet poisonous, pure yet deceiving - is Life. For a moment, you believe that all's going well, just like you prayed for. Then suddenly, God throws a stone at you and hits you so hard you feel the pain right into your bone. The taste of bitterness involuntarily fills your throat so abruptly, taking you unaware, making you feel dizzy and faint. And all you wish is for the voice in your head to shout louder than it used to so as just to slap you awake again. Which makes you realise, that such an amazing and unexplainable treasure could be so hurtful and difficult to go through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112670330316237606?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112670330316237606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112670330316237606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112670330316237606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112670330316237606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/09/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112645513123163881</id><published>2005-09-12T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:14:26.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runaway</title><content type='html'>"A leopard never changes its spots."&lt;br /&gt;I'm still as lazy as before. In fact, even more lazy now. Losing interest in studying. Was at wcp studying my anp. Studied two chapters and when I got back home, I totally forgot what I read. What's the point when you study so much and nothing seems to get into that empty cavity? The more I read, the more I get confused and all stressed up. I can almost feel my temples bursting with all those information that in the end, get thrown out of my brains to god knows where..&lt;br /&gt;It always amazes me how I chose this path when there were so many others that I could take and actually enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden books seem like the best things that makes you forget stuff. =]&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these when I wish I am able to hear God's comforting voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112645513123163881?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112645513123163881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112645513123163881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112645513123163881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112645513123163881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/09/runaway.html' title='runaway'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112636760059808959</id><published>2005-09-11T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:12:38.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she dreads..</title><content type='html'>She dreads Sundays coz that'll only mean going through the last day of the week before heading back to school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;She dislikes staying home coz that'll only mean higher chances of getting involved in countless arguements.&lt;br /&gt;She hates being all alone coz that'll only mean she has no one to be happy with and keep her mind off deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;She detests Life coz it means surviving in a world that only revolves around meaningless grades and money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to live life, or die trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112636760059808959?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112636760059808959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112636760059808959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112636760059808959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112636760059808959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/09/she-dreads.html' title='she dreads..'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112610436097687685</id><published>2005-09-08T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:46:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you guys</title><content type='html'>As usual, another test yesterday and today. Kinda sick of having so many tests. I doubt even jc has this many number of tests. Killed too many brain cells these past few days and getting kinda moody again. Just pass my apchem and I seriously need more than a miracle to pass biophysics. Sighs..wonder how long more I can take this.&lt;br /&gt;Miss life in secondary school. Miss all my pals in 4c1 and my buddy Winston (who simply just wants his name to be mentioned on my blog). Winston: How's life in aus?&lt;br /&gt;Studying with you guys just makes studying seem so much more fun and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;Can't do anything without you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:: Quote of the day :: When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112610436097687685?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112610436097687685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112610436097687685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112610436097687685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112610436097687685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/09/missing-you-guys.html' title='Missing you guys'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112567743486422283</id><published>2005-09-03T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:10:34.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing happened</title><content type='html'>Haven't been able to blog for quite a number of days now. My dad's always burning something everyday and it always takes more than 10 hours to complete! Omg..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, took the anp test on tuesday and God am I gonna fail it so bad. Hardly able to do half a question. Seriously doubt I can pass it. Must take a miracle! Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;Went to the sp band concert yesterday (the day before), and I must say they gave a pretty good performance. =] And I could barely recognise Ivan..haha..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened these days. Nothing bad to write. That's good....isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Oo..and did I mention that I have no school today? Ok..yesterday? (since it's past 12)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112567743486422283?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112567743486422283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112567743486422283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112567743486422283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112567743486422283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-happened_03.html' title='Nothing happened'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112523404073888798</id><published>2005-08-29T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:11:30.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a stupid day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a stupid day. Was studying with a friend, cy at kap. And I actually understood what cardiovascular system is?? As in the processes and blah blah blah..&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*man am I dumb*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;Was actually in a really good mood (after studying that is). Smiling all the way. =] We decided to go far east to hang out for awhile. So we crossed the road only to find we were on the wrong side. Hahx..that's the first mistake of the day. Then we came to a decision to take bus 61. Big mistake! It took us 45mins just to reach only chinatown. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*slaps myself*&lt;/span&gt; Ok..so I suggested to alight the bus to take 190 (coz we thought there was 190 at the bus stop). There were good news and bad news for us. Guess what? Good news: we found out that 61 doesn't go orchard! phew! =] Bad news: there wasn't any 190. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*slaps myself for the second time*&lt;/span&gt; Good news: we found a bus that goes to shaw towers (we assumed it's the lido building in orchard). &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*yey!*&lt;/span&gt; Bad news: we took the bus and found out it's the one near bugis junction! &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*oh my god!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So apparently, we made 4 mistakes in total! &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*wow*&lt;/span&gt; In addition, I wanted to go to this particular shop and we thought bugis had the shop so we walked to bugis junction, only to find out there wasn't such a shop in both bugis junction and bugis street...&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*what the hell*&lt;/span&gt; So that makes a total of 5 mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;What a freaking stupid day! But it was kinda enriching..coz I learnt that bus 12 goes to tampines and pasir ris! (which is on the other side of Singapore from where I'm living) &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*wow! again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112523404073888798?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112523404073888798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112523404073888798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112523404073888798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112523404073888798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-day.html' title='a stupid day'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112497921649271675</id><published>2005-08-26T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:20:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pms everyday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I feel it!! It's coming again...!! Argh.....NO....! &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Man..it's like pms every day....? diao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112497921649271675?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112497921649271675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112497921649271675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112497921649271675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112497921649271675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/08/pms-everyday.html' title='pms everyday..'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112488730601611702</id><published>2005-08-25T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:00:29.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I open my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can't remember how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can't remember why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm lying here tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And I can't stand the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And I can't make it go away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;How could this happen to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've made my mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Got nowhere to run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The night goes on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As I'm fading away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm sick of this life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I just wanna scream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;How could this happen to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Everybody's screaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm slipping off the edge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm hanging by a thread &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I wanna start this over again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And I can't explain what happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No I can't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;How could this happen to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I've made my mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Got nowhere to run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The night goes on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As I'm fading away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm sick of this life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I just wanna scream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;How could this happen to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been studying for the past 2 hours or so. And yet, I haven't grasp any concepts and I can't seem to remember all the information. Not to mention, I've still got 2 more chapters yet to be covered. The test is tomorrow! Omg, I'm starting to panic, and that's no help at all to the situation I'm facing now. I feel like breaking down. I am breaking down. Oh God, please help me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112488730601611702?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112488730601611702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112488730601611702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112488730601611702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112488730601611702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/08/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112479703149422403</id><published>2005-08-24T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T19:37:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going going gone..</title><content type='html'>I'm coming to realise how much I dread my course that I'm taking now. I'm having problems in practically all the modules I'm attending! Do you know how it feels to be at the wrong place (somewhere you don't belong) because you took the wrong step? Well, I do. I feel terrible. I feel like dropping out of school, and going into a course that I like so much more in the next semester. I wish I can do that. Yet somehow, something's stopping me from doing so. I don't know what's that. But I know it sucks! I don't know how I even lasted for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not coping well with my studies, I'm losing my temper, I'm feeling all left out. Will there be anything left good in me in the end? I'm "deterioriating", disappearing from the face of the earth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112479703149422403?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112479703149422403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112479703149422403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112479703149422403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112479703149422403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/08/going-going-gone.html' title='going going gone..'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112472887712900324</id><published>2005-08-23T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:46:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..falling deeper..</title><content type='html'>My world used to be bright. Full of joy and laughter, full of pure happiness and contentment. But for more than half a year, I realise myself falling deeper and deeper into a dark, hollow well. A place I don't know how i got into myself.&lt;br /&gt;I still can remember the days when people would poke fun at me and I would laugh at the stupid meaningless jokes they made. But now, I see myself feeling all steamed up in flames whenever a joke that I used to see meaningless was said. What am I becoming? Do I want to be a hot tempered bitch? Sometimes, I miss the old self I used to be. Now I wonder, was that person really me? Or is this bitch the real me? I feel easily depressed and emotional nowadays. Why am i becoming like that? It seemed as if I was suddenly possessed by something I don't want in my life at all. Yet, it seems so difficult to push aside.&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that the reason for me becoming what I am now is because I don't want to get hurt again. And to shield myself from pain, I've turned into something I actually don't want to become deep down inside. Well, that made sense. Actually, a whole lot of sense. But somehow, I can't help but to be the person I am now. I've become so used to it that I've forgotten how to be me in the past. I've lost contact with the person I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling deeper and deeper, so much so that I can't even help myself now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112472887712900324?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112472887712900324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112472887712900324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112472887712900324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112472887712900324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/08/falling-deeper.html' title='..falling deeper..'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</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-10423967.post-112464106943415686</id><published>2005-08-22T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T20:34:44.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Story</title><content type='html'>There was this girl, a very sad girl who wanted to give up on everything because she was so depressed and unhappy with her life. Not knowing what to do with herself most of the time, she would just sit by her window everyday and daydream about a life and a world she would never live in. The more she dreamt of it, the more she felt sad. But she could not stop herself from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;One day, while she was sitting by her window at night, a meteor shower appeared before her very eyes in the sky. Amazed, she took a shot at making a wish. She wished for herself to live in a world of happiness, no stress, no studies, no worries, no screwed up shits. A world filled with greenery and cottage-like houses like those of a fairy tale story. She wished for everything she dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;She wished that she was able to earn a living in a place where everyone was treated equally. That everybody gave a damn about each other's life. And, a place where her night in shining armor would appear one day to save her from this dark pit she's fallen into.&lt;br /&gt;After making her wish, she broke down and cried. What the hell was she wishing for?! She knew that wasn't possible. She wanted the wish to come true so bad. Yet, at the back of her head, she knew it was too good to be true. Life's never that perfect and smooth sailing. Life's a screwed up mess.&lt;br /&gt;So will there ever be a happy ending to her life? Man do i wish there will be! I wish..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10423967-112464106943415686?l=rcangelica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/feeds/112464106943415686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10423967&amp;postID=112464106943415686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112464106943415686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10423967/posts/default/112464106943415686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rcangelica.blogspot.com/2005/08/sad-story.html' title='A Sad Story'/><author><name>rcangelica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342954518125297714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
