<?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-5502513</id><updated>2011-06-15T02:32:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Askewed /| Dementia</title><subtitle type='html'>Too conscious that I feel numb. Like blinding white light that doesn't go away.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-4961221456306091779</id><published>2007-11-15T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:12:00.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Event Details Here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4961221456306091779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=4961221456306091779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/4961221456306091779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/4961221456306091779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/event-details.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2248/2015851313_5b09f2d499_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-4248983807582858764</id><published>2007-08-28T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:04:52.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Earshot of 'Wholly Fable'</title><summary type='text'>My CD is also now available at Earshot Cafe @ The Arts House (The Old Parliament House. Opposite Boat Quay in the direction of Sir Stamford Raffles' gaze.) Here's some clips of my new baby the day I bought her. The Schecter Ultra III. She's not plugged in. Listen to how sweetly she sings. Location: The Retreat, Houston, Texas, USA          </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4248983807582858764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=4248983807582858764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/4248983807582858764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/4248983807582858764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/earshot-of-wholly-fable.html' title='A Earshot of &apos;Wholly Fable&apos;'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-7906611104153471050</id><published>2007-08-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:42:03.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Wholly Fable' EP available at Roxy Records &amp; Trading</title><summary type='text'>My CD's first point of disembarkation locally after making a small inconsequential run in the United States is Roxy Records &amp; Trading. Address: 5 Coleman Street #02-15 Excelsior Shopping Centre. Which is basically the adjoining building to Peninsula Shopping Centre. Track listing for 'Wholly Fable':1. Till2. Death3. Do4. Us5. PartBy all means preview the first track on my mySpace website.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7906611104153471050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=7906611104153471050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/7906611104153471050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/7906611104153471050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/ep-available-at-roxy-records-trading.html' title='&apos;Wholly Fable&apos; EP available at Roxy Records &amp; Trading'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__m0cGPAoZFs/RsqSIzSAQnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qM0ShdlVTDg/s72-c/whollyfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-6935899533554221582</id><published>2007-07-04T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:16:16.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New EP out soon!</title><summary type='text'>Yes. My new EP entitled WHOLLY FABLE is set for self-release soon.Get it from me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6935899533554221582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=6935899533554221582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/6935899533554221582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/6935899533554221582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-ep-out-soon.html' title='New EP out soon!'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-115097433060742268</id><published>2006-06-22T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:05:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Job: Fundamentalism, Pet Shop Sounds. (Extended Version)</title><summary type='text'>Veterans of synth-pop show their mettle on their fine new release Fundamental. At a time when fellow electronic elders New Order and Primal Scream claim to return to basics by releasing straight guitar-based records, Fundamental proves that the Pet Shop Boys have their foundations firmly laid in electronic music. The generally dark and serious tone ensures that this is no lightweight bubblegum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115097433060742268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=115097433060742268&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/115097433060742268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/115097433060742268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-job-fundamentalism-pet-shop-sounds.html' title='On The Job: Fundamentalism, Pet Shop Sounds. (Extended Version)'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-115096843753523337</id><published>2006-06-22T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:36:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Job: My valiant attempt at being uncritical of a commercial sellout act.</title><summary type='text'>English trio Keane who achieved commercial success by being widely marketed as the next Coldplay returns with a brand new album of similar affecting ballads. The markedly increased available budget is apparent in the heavy production of this record. While their previous effort was a plaintive affair of largely piano and vocals that exuded charm with a certain degree of sincerity and vulnerability</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115096843753523337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=115096843753523337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/115096843753523337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/115096843753523337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-job-my-valiant-attempt-at-being.html' title='On The Job: My valiant attempt at being uncritical of a commercial sellout act.'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-114844665402777320</id><published>2006-05-24T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:48:58.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Job: My Inflight Synopsis for Pearl Jam</title><summary type='text'>15 years in the business, alternative rock veterans Pearl Jam do not let up and delivers a hard-hitting, in-your-face eponymous rock record. Similar to the track sequencing of 2000's Binaural, Pearl Jam is front-loaded with muscular rockers "Life Wasted", "World Wide Suicide" and "Comatose" that grips the listener with a sense of urgency.In the balance of this well weighted album is the acoustic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114844665402777320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=114844665402777320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/114844665402777320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/114844665402777320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-job-my-inflight-synopsis-for-pearl.html' title='On The Job: My Inflight Synopsis for Pearl Jam'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-114345683846552745</id><published>2006-03-27T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:54:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crouch shorter than Garcia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114345683846552745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=114345683846552745&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/114345683846552745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/114345683846552745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/crouch-shorter-than-garcia.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-114291945564243161</id><published>2006-03-21T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:09:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like to play with somethingI'll see if you can guess.It starts with the letter WIt could even be youIt could be singleOr it could be attached like the part in partnersBut it doesn't make a difference to me either wayI could leave them and forget about themFor a long long long long long long timeBut i know i can always return to mess aroundCos they are always there and all aroundI like to play </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114291945564243161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=114291945564243161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/114291945564243161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/114291945564243161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-like-to-play-with-something-ill-see.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-114064781641350885</id><published>2006-02-23T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:36:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tammy NYP</title><summary type='text'>Its been a while since Annabel Chong. Every once in a while, our country needs a flag-waver to wake this sleepy, mechanical and indoctrinated society of ours. To highlight to the world that we are not a boring island but one so 'hip' and 'happening' that we need to make a big deal out of a small fuss.It shames me to see how we feed on the sensationalisation of  other people's personal affairs. Oh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114064781641350885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=114064781641350885&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/114064781641350885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/114064781641350885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/tammy-nyp.html' title='Tammy NYP'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-114003131875754722</id><published>2006-02-16T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T03:25:13.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Johari WindowMy Nohari Window</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114003131875754722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=114003131875754722&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/114003131875754722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/114003131875754722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-johari-window-my-nohari-window.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-113998905395460112</id><published>2006-02-15T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:37:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready</title><summary type='text'>Last night or this morning rather, for the moment before i fell asleep. I felt satisfied. Satisfied with what i had for the moment. The respect, the recognition, the love, the life. I felt so ready to die. Never wanted anything more than this. And if i lived longer, it might never get to this. I really would have gone last night if i had a cigar box of heroin and a syringe. It would be doubly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113998905395460112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=113998905395460112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/113998905395460112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/113998905395460112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/ready.html' title='Ready'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-113648705974308644</id><published>2006-01-06T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:58:49.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone has a holopod these days. That is unless you are still caught in a time warp where people still use paper money and metal coins. In fact, until i brought out a legal tender 10 Dollar bill the other day, my little niece never believed that people used to actually carry credit around in their pockets. Even upon seeing the note she was still highly skeptical, and suspicious that it was all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113648705974308644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=113648705974308644&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/113648705974308644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/113648705974308644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/everyone-has-holopod-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-113402720940727455</id><published>2005-12-08T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:33:29.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy</title><summary type='text'>"Son are you happy? I don't mean to pry,but do you dream of heaven?Have you wanted to die?"-- Tim Burton</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113402720940727455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=113402720940727455&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/113402720940727455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/113402720940727455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/melancholy-death-of-oyster-boy.html' title='The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-113155702094601327</id><published>2005-11-10T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:23:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 immaculate albums</title><summary type='text'>My Bloody Valentine - LovelessMiles Davis - Kind of BlueEels - Beautiful FreakSlint - SpiderlandNeil Young - On the BeachThe Cure - DisintegrationElliot Smith - XOJeff Buckley - Grace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113155702094601327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=113155702094601327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/113155702094601327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/113155702094601327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/8-immaculate-albums.html' title='8 immaculate albums'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-112775950627713299</id><published>2005-09-27T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:31:46.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Say hi to my Adidas Climacool sneakers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112775950627713299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112775950627713299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775950627713299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775950627713299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/say-hi-to-my-adidas-climacool-sneakers.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-112775917657655876</id><published>2005-09-27T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:26:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orange.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112775917657655876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112775917657655876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775917657655876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775917657655876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/orange.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112775886218313423</id><published>2005-09-27T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:25:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While i was back in Singapore... saw this man... check out his trousers...  They are but pieces of string and pockets. And that orange thing sticking out of his bag his uses to hook his plastic bags, its a toy plastic guitar. (see above picture)... A glimpse into my future perhaps.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112775886218313423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112775886218313423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775886218313423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775886218313423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/while-i-was-back-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112775816354690815</id><published>2005-09-27T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:09:23.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>View from Swissotel Sydney. Reminiscent of the opening scene of 21 grams. Sweet passion.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112775816354690815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112775816354690815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775816354690815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775816354690815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/view-from-swissotel-sydney.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112775788423027246</id><published>2005-09-27T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:04:44.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My red SIM. Bloody Man U sponsor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112775788423027246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112775788423027246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775788423027246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775788423027246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-red-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-112775766429495734</id><published>2005-09-27T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:01:04.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bought it for AUS$70 from a woman at the gate. Selling at a sale price of 2 for the price of 1 online but i had no partner to go with.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112775766429495734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112775766429495734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775766429495734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775766429495734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/bought-it-for-aus70-from-woman-at-gate.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112775736874899766</id><published>2005-09-27T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:56:08.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Garbage in Sydney </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112775736874899766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112775736874899766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775736874899766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775736874899766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/garbage-in-sydney.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112775706880640403</id><published>2005-09-27T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:51:08.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the hell does this sign mean?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112775706880640403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112775706880640403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775706880640403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775706880640403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-hell-does-this-sign-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112775582287342970</id><published>2005-09-27T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:30:22.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Refuge Island. Simi?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112775582287342970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112775582287342970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775582287342970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775582287342970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/refuge-island.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-112775571685088236</id><published>2005-09-27T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:52:37.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Garbage concert. Greatest screw-up ever: Couldn't remember how to play not one but two of their very own rarities that were requested by a hardcore fan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112775571685088236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112775571685088236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775571685088236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112775571685088236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/garbage-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112632620796045648</id><published>2005-09-10T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T12:25:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass-covered Tomb</title><summary type='text'>New song on my download.com site. Check it out. Here's the lyrics upon Kaixun's request.(Verse:)Feels like i've been here beforeIt's the first time i came through your doorso familiarCobwebs over the wallsMagazines strewn on the floorIt's impeccable(Chorus:)The world's a fuckin fashion showTip the bottle fill the holeI could only ask a favour of youYou had been alone i know Doesn't mean i'd fill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112632620796045648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112632620796045648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112632620796045648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112632620796045648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/grass-covered-tomb.html' title='Grass-covered Tomb'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112577319455968986</id><published>2005-09-04T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T02:46:34.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112577319455968986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112577319455968986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112577319455968986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112577319455968986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112524093258642134</id><published>2005-08-28T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:03:27.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got Princess Leia on my wall. I wanna see Sally Field do Carrie Fisher, throw in Julie Andrews for a threesome and a touch of nostalgia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112524093258642134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112524093258642134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112524093258642134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112524093258642134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-got-princess-leia-on-my-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112472518457053732</id><published>2005-08-22T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:46:52.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look. There are only 365.5 days in a year. And there are billions of us human beings. So let's say each one of us just do 1 good deed a year. There will be more than a few million good deeds to go around everyday of the year. Let's make a difference. Do a good deed today/tomorrow.......while at it, maybe you can do my share too......wait wait wait, i think this counts for 1 already. I'm spreading</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112472518457053732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112472518457053732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112472518457053732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112472518457053732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/look.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112438803903705812</id><published>2005-08-19T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T02:00:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112438803903705812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112438803903705812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112438803903705812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112438803903705812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112438780097002782</id><published>2005-08-19T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T01:56:40.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the story goes like this. Few months back, Mum passed me a few NTUC $10 vouchers for groceries. I spent them all safe for 1 and it expires on 19th August. Whether that includes 19th august itself, i don't know. Nevertheless, i watched Lost, the O.C. and One Tree Hill on tv till 1 am (not too long ago). Then i went down to my neighbourhood CHEERS store. Spend some time doing some calculations </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112438780097002782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112438780097002782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112438780097002782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112438780097002782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-story-goes-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112400993288474345</id><published>2005-08-14T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:58:52.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112400993288474345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112400993288474345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112400993288474345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112400993288474345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112400978199516769</id><published>2005-08-14T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:56:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112400978199516769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112400978199516769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112400978199516769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112400978199516769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112378557596689616</id><published>2005-08-12T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T03:12:09.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cooper Temple Clause</title><summary type='text'>Its amazing what tremendous improvement a band can make between the time from its debut to its sophomore album. I'm talking about English band The Cooper Temple Clause. AMG rates both albums 4 out of 5 stars. In my opinion, the debut album is a little hodge-podge and you can feel that the band is still in its formative stages. Sonic experimentation is present but they are never as streamlined as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112378557596689616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112378557596689616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112378557596689616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112378557596689616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/cooper-temple-clause.html' title='The Cooper Temple Clause'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112327913049432918</id><published>2005-08-06T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T06:19:15.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally inspired enough to complete the song that had been in my voicemail. Really had fun writing and playing the guitar parts. However it has not been recorded yet. Honestly i am considering if i should keep this blog public. It would be shit if someone else appropriated my work.Ride me homeSad is the faceGone is the placeWhere our secrets had been safeWhere is the colour?The beautiful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112327913049432918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112327913049432918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112327913049432918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112327913049432918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-inspired-enough-to-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112313233111731661</id><published>2005-08-04T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T06:15:46.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charlie and the chocolate factory!!!! It was great fun. Back to days of youth. And i watched it with the most special someone from my past too, albeit buying tickets for the wrong day. ( I thought it only opened on Thursday :S) Perfect. A newspaper review said that we could easily picture Robin Williams or someone else doing a better Willy Wonka. But hell, nobody would be able to give the vague, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112313233111731661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112313233111731661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112313233111731661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112313233111731661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/charlie-and-chocolate-factory-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112296240160620744</id><published>2005-08-02T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T14:29:18.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><summary type='text'>" I wake up aimless knowing that your interest in me wanes with each passing day.I send you messages hoping but expecting no reply.Lying motionless i try to fall back to sleep and escape the realities before me.What does it matter whether i start the day fresh or with lethargy.Doesn't matter if i die.The baby bird is too weak to fly but the mother never holds it back.For to fall and be hurt is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112296240160620744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112296240160620744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112296240160620744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112296240160620744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112284637695216919</id><published>2005-08-01T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T05:47:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Staying up in the wee hours of the morning listening to songs of pain and sadness. I'll be fine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112284637695216919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112284637695216919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112284637695216919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112284637695216919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/staying-up-in-wee-hours-of-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112237381338791977</id><published>2005-07-26T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T18:30:13.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>concave scream @ baybeats 2005</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112237381338791977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112237381338791977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112237381338791977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112237381338791977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112237346083847188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112237346083847188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112237346083847188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112184244659780205</id><published>2005-07-20T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T14:54:06.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck. I got so carried away that i forgot the main cause for the post. I want to have a special mention for the very lovely compere of the chillout stage who requested Concave Scream for an encore due to the relentless demands of the crowd. She got screwed by the fat ah neh lady afterwards as the event had to stick to its strict timings for individual acts so as not to overstep into the timeslots</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112184244659780205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112184244659780205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112184244659780205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112184244659780205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112184035136407881</id><published>2005-07-20T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T02:01:21.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concave Scream</title><summary type='text'>The ultimate band in my books. Once again Concave Scream blew away virtually everyone else at Baybeats 2005 just like how they overshadowed The Observatory despite being only the guest band for The Observatory's concert. Pann is so much our local Bono and Sean has still that charming nonchalance and humility. Since the release of their third album "three", they have moved away from performing any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112184035136407881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112184035136407881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112184035136407881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112184035136407881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/concave-scream.html' title='Concave Scream'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-112064042836402089</id><published>2005-07-06T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:00:28.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bumped my knee into some huge mushroom-like corals during diving at Pulau Dayang. After about a week, it has now developed into rash-like spots and one of the spots has a little bit of pus. Weird. The rash doesn't spread though, just itches where they are. Maybe i'm gonna have some corals sprouting out from there. Cool. And maybe nemo will come too. Crap.About the trip,Would have had some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112064042836402089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=112064042836402089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112064042836402089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/112064042836402089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/bumped-my-knee-into-some-huge-mushroom.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-111955030053299722</id><published>2005-06-24T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T02:11:40.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gone Diving.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111955030053299722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111955030053299722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111955030053299722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111955030053299722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/gone-diving.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-111955016455419938</id><published>2005-06-24T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T02:09:24.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did Marinana lose her job?</title><summary type='text'>Back in the early 80s, Marinana (not her real name) was the most reputable restaurant dishwasher around. Of her entire career, never once did she chip any of her bowls, plates and stuff and all her final washed products were spick and span without ever a stain. Every restaurant in town wanted Marinana (not her real name) to wash their dishes. A few years later, the dishwashing machine was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111955016455419938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111955016455419938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111955016455419938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111955016455419938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-did-marinana-lose-her-job.html' title='How did Marinana lose her job?'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-111925784005090137</id><published>2005-06-20T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:09:03.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics Location self reminder</title><summary type='text'>These months are postings where I have lyrics in them:December 03March 04October 04June 05---------------------------------Okie... uploaded my songs into 2 sites... still pending review.. so when they are done, the links should bewww.audiostreet.net/vacance andwww.download.com/vacanceI think my new songs are much better, too bad i've been too lazy to go about recording them and stuff.Oh well, i'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111925784005090137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111925784005090137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111925784005090137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111925784005090137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/lyrics-location-self-reminder.html' title='Lyrics Location self reminder'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-111920159043941830</id><published>2005-06-20T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T01:25:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you go through my archives you'll notice in March 2004 i posted some demos... the links are dead now.... was trying to figure a way to post the songs here again... Still dunno how. Stumbled upon this song i almost forgotten about though. Here are the lyrics. I'm a clownI find it so hard to breathe nowBut I gotta make it somehowEverybody is watchingThey are waiting for me to becomeJust like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111920159043941830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111920159043941830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111920159043941830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111920159043941830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-you-go-through-my-archives-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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SL;ADKBFOSADB'LCKABSDLCBS'LDACVN;KJSAB;KLASDBCKLSANV;OJREBIJQBDVFIPQSDBCVKXZNC BASK;JCNzalkdnALSDNis anb'AKJSC;LKJDAVBKJAX </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111919799295629182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111919799295629182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111919799295629182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111919799295629182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/hosd-kls-ciefvcsnbasodidc-s.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-111903475837233083</id><published>2005-06-18T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T02:59:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento</title><summary type='text'>A picture paints a thousand words they say, with these pictures, you get to see what my eyes doth sees..... the opportunity to live vicariously through the eyes of me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111903475837233083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111903281341003298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111903281341003298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111903281341003298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111903281341003298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_111903281341003298.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-111839120571630366</id><published>2005-06-10T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:43:42.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> courtesy of http://www.lipglaws.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111839120571630366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111839120571630366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/courtesy-of-httpwww.html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't kill you, i can't kill you, i can't kill you no, i gotta kill myselfi can't kill you, i can't kill you, i can't kill you no, i gotta hurt myselfThey made these attempts to avoid you, these attempts to forget you because they felt you were so cliche, we felt you were so cliche. But in the end they always fucking try to sound like you but always in the wrong way. In the way they play and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111809034401156746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111809034401156746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111809034401156746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111809034401156746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-cant-kill-you-i-cant-kill-you-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-111700724662863808</id><published>2005-05-25T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:58:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burn like fire, burn like fire in Cairo!!!!..... I've finally got Three Imaginary Boys..... The Cure's debut album. I got the deluxe edition.... a gift from a loved one.... wonderful... but well i did spend like $20 bucks on cab fare en route to getting it... but oh well... its well worth it.... This is the pink album with 3 household appliances on the cover.. The band had totally no control over</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111700724662863808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111700724662863808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111700724662863808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111700724662863808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/burn-like-fire-burn-like-fire-in-cairo.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-111636057522649518</id><published>2005-05-18T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T04:09:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Askewed Dementia</title><summary type='text'>I have a problem. What the fuck is my problem. I have these demons. How do i purge them. Oh fucking hell, it kills me. What is wrong with me. Born with my umbilical cord around my neck was i supposed to die? Oh hell. I am not me, i am vacance, i am not who u think i am. I am my alter-ego. Everyone reads my friggin blog... for fuck's sake how do i be honest if everyone knows who i am. I am not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111636057522649518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111636057522649518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111636057522649518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111636057522649518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/askewed-dementia.html' title='Askewed Dementia'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-111632609535790810</id><published>2005-05-17T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:38:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Collective Soul. Does anyone even know they have released a new album a couple of months back called "youth". Their eponymous album was one of my all time favourites-- Ed Roland's Classicist-Anthemic-Rock-meets-Grungy-Alternative-meets-Sugary-Pop melodies/lyrics and Ross Childress's thick, lush and blistering guitars. They have lost their flair ever since. With 'dosage' they were neither here nor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111632609535790810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111632609535790810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111632609535790810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111632609535790810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/05/collective-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-111173786927937194</id><published>2005-03-25T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T16:11:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tham's Thunderous Volley</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111173786927937194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111173786927937194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111173786927937194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111173786927937194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/thams-thunderous-volley.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-111160665400299783</id><published>2005-03-24T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T15:50:55.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've discovered a convenient way to manic insanity... Try opening multiple pages of this site.... The collage of noise and melody would hopefully drive you up the wall. :)You can also try synchronizing the arrangements to your liking... let your creativity flyyyyyy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111160665400299783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111160665400299783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111160665400299783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111160665400299783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-discovered-convenient-way-to-manic.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-111141857306929780</id><published>2005-03-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:33:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Selfish Child</title><summary type='text'>From Desperate Housewives just now:(Gabrielle is the one who sleeps with the cute gardener boy.)Priest asks, "Don't you want to be a good person?"Gabrielle replies, "I just want to be happy"Priest says, "Those are the words of a selfish child""I know" Gabrielle says.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111141857306929780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=111141857306929780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111141857306929780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/111141857306929780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/03/selfish-child.html' title='The Selfish Child'/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-110867784432292072</id><published>2005-02-18T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T01:23:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to be myself again. Perhaps i've never been my true self. A lie was all i had been. All these demons need to be purged. Honesty had been the last thing i ever was. The evil i had done, all the dark secrets and the dark thoughts. I feel so ashamed of myself and yet i'm helplessly drawn to them. By writing them down now might be my first step to coming to terms with them. Admitting their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/110867784432292072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=110867784432292072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/110867784432292072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/110867784432292072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-need-to-be-myself-again.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502513.post-109744877619750634</id><published>2004-10-11T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T06:52:56.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strawberry FieldsNew face, New SkinOld love, NevermindFeeling the same, Feeling a different kindMiles of Strawberry fieldsLucy with diamonds in the skyTrying hard not to feel,doesn't weaken my desireCold Chains, don't breakHard rain, I don't mindSurfing the wake,Doesn't get me highMiles of strawberry fieldsLucy with diamonds in the skyMadman point to the hills,Telling me that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109744877619750634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=109744877619750634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/109744877619750634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/109744877619750634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/strawberry-fields-new-face-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-109744473951067039</id><published>2004-10-11T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T22:46:48.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dissecting Strawberry FieldsNew face, New SkinOld love, NevermindThe physical attributes seem totallyunfamiliar, yet the innate affectionis one that had always been present.1) Another person that brings out the same emotions? or2) Same lover, but the distance kept had resulted in a form of alienation?Feeling the same, Feeling, a different kindFeels the same, yet feels different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/109744473951067039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=109744473951067039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/109744473951067039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/109744473951067039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2004/10/dissecting-strawberry-fields-new-face.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-107964259350632166</id><published>2004-03-19T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T04:53:06.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Click to play -------&gt; ClichéClichéWhat’s your name?That’s a nice shade of pinkCan I buy you a drink?Would you like to take a ride in my car?I won’t bring you very far.I’ve got Queen, I’ve got Elliot Smith, I’ve got Led ZeppelinI’ve got the Cure and Weezer tooI play guitar and the tambourine in a band from schoolI can sing a tune for youIt’s been 3 weeks since our last rendezvous</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/107964259350632166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=107964259350632166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/107964259350632166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/107964259350632166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2004/03/click-to-play-clich-clich-whats-your.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-107875942551204955</id><published>2004-03-08T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T00:33:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DEMO OUT NOW!!!!!!!!  -------&gt; Strawberry FieldsIt's been a while since i've been here. K what i have below is a link to a demo of a song.  This song was supposed to be played for the first time at megafest 2004. Before my scheduled gig, my drummer was set to sing a few sissy mandarin numbers. And during his set, the rain water blew the PA system (even heaven has a taste in music). And so the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/107875942551204955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=107875942551204955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/107875942551204955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/107875942551204955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2004/03/demo-out-now-strawberry-fields-its.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-107221041063727922</id><published>2003-12-24T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T04:14:29.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suddenly see the need to remind myself on how brilliant "OK computer" is.... have been trying too hard to enjoy albums like "hail to the thief" and "amnesiac" and haf already gotten too comfortable with "the bends". "OK computer" is a masterpiece with tracks like "the tourist" that lulls you into a dreamy state of euphoria cum nostalgia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/107221041063727922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=107221041063727922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/107221041063727922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/107221041063727922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/12/suddenly-see-need-to-remind-myself-on.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-107170802895924974</id><published>2003-12-18T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T09:14:11.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More old lyrics!!! This is the very first full song i wrote on guitar if i remember correctly. I remember first wanting to change the acronyms of the song title to D.I.E.D. so the title would be renamed as "Death in eternal disguise" or "Death in earthly disguise".... then i thought it seemed lame so i dropped the idea.  But D.I.E.D. would be a befitting title as the protagonist of the song does </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/107170802895924974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=107170802895924974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/107170802895924974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/107170802895924974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/12/more-old-lyrics-this-is-very-first.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-107100128778303888</id><published>2003-12-10T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T08:48:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trying to recall lyrics of my old songs and keep a record of them.As I sit and watch the world shrink awayFatal creation Turbid illusionsbringing back my black repercussionsfeeding on evil sucking the meagremaking everything else seem so bitterPieces of urea welded togetherultimately grouseoh whateverlow resolutionwhere's my technician?how can anyone survive in such fashion</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/107100128778303888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An note of inspiration from a friend.Jiaxin (2:49 AM) : cos i got to be responsible for wat i choose mah and do wat i am suppose to do since i am in it already hee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106978674022322352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106978674022322352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106978674022322352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106978674022322352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/11/note-of-inspiration-from-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106871216951606044</id><published>2003-11-13T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T16:34:52.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sponk stared at the at the backside of the caucasian and thought to himself, "Are those her Visible Panty Lines or her fat lines..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106871216951606044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106871216951606044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106871216951606044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106871216951606044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/11/sponk-stared-at-at-backside-of.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106733490808526280</id><published>2003-10-28T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T18:10:32.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something for you to play!!!!  Step 1: Click and hold the 'X' on the upper right hand corner of your screen. ( Yes, the button to close the window you doofus! ) This will freeze the flashing radiohead icon thingy. Step 2: Drag your mouse and release it elsewhere on the screen and the thing will start spinning again.Step3: Try not to feel dumb. ( You must be bored to be here anyway ) If you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106733490808526280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106733490808526280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106733490808526280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106733490808526280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/10/something-for-you-to-play-step-1-click.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106730179619256632</id><published>2003-10-28T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T09:49:18.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue." -- Jules FeifferExam periods are unique. You've got lotsa time to slack and all that shit. And yet u have controlled enjoyment cause somewhere inside your head there is that pressure hovering and you impose unnecessary restrictions on yourself like not going to the movies. So instead u sit on the sofa and stare at the tv for 4 hours </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106730179619256632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106730179619256632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106730179619256632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106730179619256632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/10/artists-can-color-sky-red-because-they.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106706530278799321</id><published>2003-10-25T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T15:48:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Potion Makervacancebium is a translucent, crumbly orange powder distilled from the bones of a murderer.Mix with vacance! Username: Yet another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106706530278799321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106706530278799321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106706530278799321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106706530278799321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/10/potion-makervacancebium-is-translucent.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106702147212507997</id><published>2003-10-25T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T02:51:12.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steven Paul (Elliott) Smith. August 6, 1969 – October 21, 2003God rest his soul.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106702147212507997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106702147212507997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106702147212507997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106702147212507997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/10/steven-paul-elliott-smith.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106586738203634576</id><published>2003-10-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T18:28:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm.... gigs had had been disappointing lately.Wine ElectricAngels callFinal prayerNot much time left to loseAlways beenMy mistakeDidn't think that you would breakReins of fateMy heart breaksWhat's the point? Toss a coinCan't find a better wayCan't find a better wayI can't find a better wayCan't get over Can't get over this pain that i sufferMemories of friendship that we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106586738203634576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106586738203634576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106586738203634576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106586738203634576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/10/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106512046878960837</id><published>2003-10-03T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T03:19:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Battle Imp Card --&gt;&lt;!-- http://www.gamewyrd.com --&gt;	Vacance'sBattle Impis	Irord		Backstabbing: 4	Dodgin': 10	Guts: 3	Magic Mojo: 10	Smackdown: 10																						Will your battle imp beat Vacance's?Enter your name and fight.						&lt;!-- Battle Imp Card --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106512046878960837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106512046878960837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106512046878960837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106512046878960837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/10/vacancesbattle-impis-irord.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106391079432384820</id><published>2003-09-19T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T18:03:14.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>myPaine (2:17 AM) : toh u suckJester (2:17 AM) : yeah manmyPaine (2:17 AM) : evrybody sux toh....myPaine (2:18 AM) : everybody is selfish and maliciousmyPaine (2:18 AM) : self-righteous and self centredJester (2:18 AM) : you're absolutely rightmyPaine (2:19 AM) : u are one ambitious fucking piece of shit too.... i can tell..... when u come to school and start studying....myPaine (2</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106391079432384820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106391079432384820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106391079432384820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106391079432384820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/09/mypaine-217-am-toh-u-suck-jester-217.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106244218067754226</id><published>2003-09-02T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T02:58:16.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I write like once or twice a month. So while you're here, do read my archives. Though not a lot to read there too though. Fiction like great songs are timeless. Anyway Zhi An's birthday last nite.... 1st Sept. Teachers' Day. Just came back from drinks... he din get as pukey as he did for my birthday... at least he was still only red-faced when we parted. beep.... beep..... beep.... an SMS..... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106244218067754226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106244218067754226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106244218067754226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106244218067754226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-write-like-once-or-twice-month.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106038652911721699</id><published>2003-08-09T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T15:51:27.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>( CAUTION: The thematic content of this posting is of a matured nature and may prove offensive to some )Sponk had a close friend, Listy. Their relationship was one of flirting and teasings. No sex or kissing as yet but they were close. With a slender body, big round eyes and a sharp nose, Listy was attractive. Dressed in a black halter top and skirt, Listy gets of the taxi after a clubbing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106038652911721699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106038652911721699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106038652911721699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106038652911721699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/08/caution-thematic-content-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-106009593397102159</id><published>2003-08-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T15:52:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's Back! His microphone/megaphone/harp/coffeetable thingy!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/106009593397102159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=106009593397102159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106009593397102159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/106009593397102159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/08/hes-back-his-microphonemegaphoneharpco.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-105866022902505661</id><published>2003-07-20T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T17:11:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.bigo.com.sg/features/leslie2106.html   Can catch unrecognisable pictures of kelf, GX and me in the audience shot. Somehow the up close and personal atmosphere was very Alice in Chains unplugged. And for christ's sake i didn't shout out the song. It was sort of a mumble. Most importantly, Fadila got the title wrong. It was "circling square". But a memorable end to an intimate evening</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/105866022902505661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=105866022902505661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105866022902505661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105866022902505661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-105850810900490656</id><published>2003-07-18T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T14:03:37.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't kill herI didn't kill her I didn't kill herI didn't kill her I didn't kill her I didn't kill her I didn't kill herI didn't kill her I didn't kill her I didn't kill her I didn't kill her I didn't kill her I... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/105850810900490656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=105850810900490656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105850810900490656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105850810900490656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-didnt-kill-her-i-didnt-kill-her-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-105818537134427602</id><published>2003-07-14T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T20:31:54.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/105818537134427602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=105818537134427602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105818537134427602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105818537134427602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/07/dandy-warhols-welcome-to-monkey-house.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-105816751495348626</id><published>2003-07-14T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T15:25:14.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just communicated with a dear friend. Someone i haven't seen or talked to in while. An angel. But well, i haven't seen or talked to many people in a while. Well this friend commented that my blog is too "chim", and she would rather i write about interesting events that occur day-in day-out. I stop and think.She is probably right. All this pretentious crap i'm writing is probably boring the wits</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/105816751495348626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=105816751495348626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105816751495348626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105816751495348626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/07/just-communicated-with-dear-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-105803868167468916</id><published>2003-07-13T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T03:45:30.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOrry... been busy, tired and lazy. So haven't really been writing. Who reads my stuff anyway. wateva... so... same shit different day. From Pam's messageboard i ventured into kelvin's. There was some comment abt fake plastic trees.( For the uninitiated its a radiohead song) SO i decided to post a comment too. Afterwards, I closed the page leaving me with pam's page.... and there the blogspot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/105803868167468916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=105803868167468916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105803868167468916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105803868167468916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/07/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-105649802001609644</id><published>2003-06-25T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T07:40:19.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/105649802001609644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=105649802001609644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105649802001609644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105649802001609644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-105648413497783765</id><published>2003-06-25T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T07:40:05.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If my mind was seen as an artist, every brush stroke is like a scrape to the heart"The clearer the picture formed, the thinner my heart gets. In a way it is an escape, the heart when broken, is an unmended wound. A cancer that breeds and grows. To either let it consume itself or to scrape it away altogether."Do you control headGod? u think u do..... but do you?... you are not god. God in you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/105648413497783765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=105648413497783765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105648413497783765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105648413497783765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/06/if-my-mind-was-seen-as-artist-every.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-105639997928366549</id><published>2003-06-24T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T07:02:39.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I kill myself further with every feeble attempt to make myself better. Life's vicious cycle. The more pain i feel the more i hurt myself, the more i hurt, the greater the pain.Every thought is a thought wasted. If my mind was seen as an artist, every brush stroke is like scrape to the heart. The heart wears and tears and i almost get used to pain. It becomes a drug where i feel uncomfortable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/105639997928366549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=105639997928366549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105639997928366549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105639997928366549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-kill-myself-further-with-every.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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-5502513.post-105630431112003885</id><published>2003-06-23T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T04:48:31.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pierced a needle into my thumbWatched how the second hand moves round the face of the clock.It moves clockwise. I cannot hear the ticking but i'm sure i would if i placed it close enough to my ear.There i go again. Lost in the present world, out of touch with the real.My couch turns red. soaked in the same blood that flows through the veins of my arse that is sitting on it.I couldn't tell. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/105630431112003885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5502513&amp;postID=105630431112003885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105630431112003885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502513/posts/default/105630431112003885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamyourlife.blogspot.com/2003/06/pierced-needle-into-my-thumb-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>vacance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15961392734174873052</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>
