<?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-11127818</id><updated>2011-12-11T21:14:20.264+08:00</updated><category term='ui'/><title type='text'>neverlandd</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1742513110426378474</id><published>2011-06-22T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:37:33.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i see people changing boyfriends many times a year. its just sad that one can say, i love him, i really do, he's different from the others, but thing is, she says the same thing about the next guy and the next. so how different is different? and how do you love so many different guys with all your heart each time? i dont know. ive only love one. so far. guess im the lucky one then. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1742513110426378474?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1742513110426378474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1742513110426378474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1742513110426378474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1742513110426378474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-see-people-changing-boyfriends-many.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-8975555617341560955</id><published>2011-06-22T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:24:15.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised why i stopped blogging. cos i used to blog about heartbreak and long waits, but i neednt anymore. COS IVE FOUND MY LOVE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-8975555617341560955?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/8975555617341560955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=8975555617341560955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8975555617341560955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8975555617341560955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-realised-why-i-stopped-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2091987335584245490</id><published>2011-05-23T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:23:06.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIP_32-j7wY/Tdp50d7nxkI/AAAAAAAABtQ/HoOP8k0z7rc/s1600/tumblr_lkgjuadd091qe49wpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIP_32-j7wY/Tdp50d7nxkI/AAAAAAAABtQ/HoOP8k0z7rc/s400/tumblr_lkgjuadd091qe49wpo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609930228138231362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cravings, Cravings, CRAVINGSSSSS. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6HaxxELHJ0/Tdp7qOr_YII/AAAAAAAABtY/aiWIE24dcNk/s1600/tumblr_llb4vcidlB1qic2kco1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6HaxxELHJ0/Tdp7qOr_YII/AAAAAAAABtY/aiWIE24dcNk/s400/tumblr_llb4vcidlB1qic2kco1_400.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609932251270701186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHS! SOMEONE LEARNT THIS THE HARD WAY EH! :D BUT I STILL LOVE YOUUUUU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2091987335584245490?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2091987335584245490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2091987335584245490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2091987335584245490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2091987335584245490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/05/cravings-cravings-cravingsssss.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIP_32-j7wY/Tdp50d7nxkI/AAAAAAAABtQ/HoOP8k0z7rc/s72-c/tumblr_lkgjuadd091qe49wpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1238708329127293990</id><published>2011-05-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:50:25.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKofkBomsVA/TcleljYxBDI/AAAAAAAABtI/Ji0Nys6BgE0/s1600/tumblr_lkwxch6QiM1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKofkBomsVA/TcleljYxBDI/AAAAAAAABtI/Ji0Nys6BgE0/s400/tumblr_lkwxch6QiM1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605115210486580274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1238708329127293990?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1238708329127293990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1238708329127293990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1238708329127293990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1238708329127293990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKofkBomsVA/TcleljYxBDI/AAAAAAAABtI/Ji0Nys6BgE0/s72-c/tumblr_lkwxch6QiM1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-9127497988138273925</id><published>2011-05-06T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:59:54.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i know this is lame but its kinda funny. so im posting it here instead of my fb. hees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top male fans&lt;br /&gt;1. Joshua Lek&lt;br /&gt;2. Nigel Tan&lt;br /&gt;3. Ren Lim&lt;br /&gt;4. Koh Kah Wee&lt;br /&gt;5. Wayne Lim&lt;br /&gt;6. Liew Dewei&lt;br /&gt;7. Ryan Lim&lt;br /&gt;8. Ahiru Sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top female fans&lt;br /&gt;1. Cherry Xu&lt;br /&gt;2. Arisa Nomura&lt;br /&gt;3. Amanda Seow&lt;br /&gt;4. Jasmine Choi&lt;br /&gt;5. Chin Shiying Jayla&lt;br /&gt;6. Evan J. Nana&lt;br /&gt;7. Eva Ng&lt;br /&gt;8. Carole Leong-Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top fans (both)&lt;br /&gt;1. Cherry Xu&lt;br /&gt;2. Arisa Nomura&lt;br /&gt;3. Joshua Lek&lt;br /&gt;4. Carole Leong-Ng&lt;br /&gt;5. Nigel Tan&lt;br /&gt;6. Ren Lim&lt;br /&gt;7. Koh Kah Wee&lt;br /&gt;8. Amanda Seow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously? hahas!ok, the corridor outside stil smells of urine. grr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-9127497988138273925?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/9127497988138273925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=9127497988138273925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/9127497988138273925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/9127497988138273925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/05/ok-i-know-this-is-lame-but-its-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1365293776971401706</id><published>2011-05-04T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:24:31.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vIPA-z-QWE/TcFuENzZaUI/AAAAAAAABtA/UYXnHchLHhc/s1600/tumblr_lkcc3w3Gkk1qzzh16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vIPA-z-QWE/TcFuENzZaUI/AAAAAAAABtA/UYXnHchLHhc/s400/tumblr_lkcc3w3Gkk1qzzh16.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602880430129375554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is soo interesting. (: theyre called cinemagraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhs. ok, her leg is supposed to move, well just her legs. i dontknow why they dont move when its uploaded. Zzz. http://staree.info/page/2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1365293776971401706?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1365293776971401706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1365293776971401706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1365293776971401706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1365293776971401706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-soo-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4vIPA-z-QWE/TcFuENzZaUI/AAAAAAAABtA/UYXnHchLHhc/s72-c/tumblr_lkcc3w3Gkk1qzzh16.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2307202154643691375</id><published>2011-05-02T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:19:41.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE MY FUGLY NEW EXPENSIVE HAIR. I HATE IT! luckily beebs have been more supportive than myself even. (: thanks love. IM SO STICKING TO SHOULDER HAIR WITH FRINGE FOR THE &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;REST&lt;/span&gt; OF MY LIFE. stupid kimage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2307202154643691375?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2307202154643691375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2307202154643691375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2307202154643691375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2307202154643691375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hate-my-fugly-new-expensive-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-355681699892096871</id><published>2011-04-17T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:48:39.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;yay! i figured out how to change the colour of the fonts already. (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates dont intrigue me anymore. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-355681699892096871?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/355681699892096871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=355681699892096871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/355681699892096871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/355681699892096871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7634735499319415646</id><published>2011-04-13T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:21:11.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i.want.an.iphone.just.cos.humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe my ancient phone plan is just $7.50 per month? yes, thats right. $7.50. ohgosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want an iphone. *pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this.is.beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;date a girl who takes photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date a girl who takes photographs. Date a girl whose favorite sound is the click-click of the shutter as it closes and opens to capture a memory. Date a girl who sees the wonder in the simplest things. Date a girl who looks at the world and wonders how to put a little of herself in it.&lt;br /&gt;You might find her in the park, lost behind her lens, the world a blur around her as she tries to capture a single moment in time. You might find her in an exhibit, a look of concentration on her face as she contemplates a photograph that called out to her as she was passing by.  Or maybe you will find her in a bookstore, a book in her lap as she pores over photographs of weddings all the while wondering what hers would look like.&lt;br /&gt;Take her out to photo walks and laugh as she tries to take a picture of you. When she gets tired of walking, buy her cupcakes but wait until she has taken pictures of them before proceeding to eat them. Listen as she tells you her ideas for a photo shoot on the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;Take her to a restaurant and wait patiently as she surveys the menu carefully, appreciating the food photography. And again, wait until she has taken a photo of your food before digging in. Allow her introduce you to Ansel Adams while you both eat your lunch. Introduce her to your favorite musician as you wait for the bill to arrive. When you get home, change your Facebook profile picture into a photograph she took of you. She silently hoped for it.&lt;br /&gt;Take stolen shots of her. Compile it and give it to her on her birthday. Tell her you love her over and over until your voice replaces the click of the shutter as her favorite sound. Kiss her after she lifts her head up from the camera. Give her camera-shaped necklaces. Go places with her.&lt;br /&gt;You will never be bored again.&lt;br /&gt;Date a girl who takes photographs. She will never whine about a little dirt on her favorite pair of jeans as she kneels down to get a better angle of her subject. She will never be afraid to take adventures with you. She will take photographs of you not just with her camera but with her mind as well and keep it to herself to admire at night. But above all, she will teach you how to look at the world with a brand new perspective and she will do that unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;Marry a girl who takes photographs. Ditch those wedding photography books and give her the most beautiful wedding you could. She will teach your kids to find the beauty in everything just as she had taught you. Every day will be an adventure as she tries to create memories photograph-worthy with you. She may wake you up in the middle of the night because she is buzzing with ideas but she will make it up in the morning with a stack of hot pancakes beside a steaming cup of your favorite coffee blend.&lt;br /&gt;Grow old with a girl who takes photographs. Sit with her on the front porch as you both pore over the bits and pieces of the moments you’ve had together. Stroke her hair as you both relive the photo walks that you took and the places you have been when you were both young. Smile as you both reenact your clever wedding vows.&lt;br /&gt;Date a girl who takes photographs because she will always see that “something” in the most “nothing” of things. She will never let anyone take you away from her like she never lets anyone steal her photos and that is just one of the evidences that she loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7634735499319415646?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7634735499319415646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7634735499319415646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7634735499319415646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7634735499319415646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/04/i.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-985542279011086687</id><published>2011-04-03T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:08:54.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="380" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fu_J4QPr8To?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the song, the lyrics but the mv seriously cant make it. the guys look weird and fake in the mv. so just enjoy the music. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="380" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5uBTy10WFRA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: nice song to listen to on a sunday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-985542279011086687?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/985542279011086687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=985542279011086687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/985542279011086687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/985542279011086687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-like-song-lyrics-but-mv-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Fu_J4QPr8To/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-4960574295031579637</id><published>2011-03-30T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:23:17.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>next time you come round, i may not be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-4960574295031579637?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/4960574295031579637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=4960574295031579637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/4960574295031579637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/4960574295031579637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/next-time-you-come-round-i-may-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5842281839125533219</id><published>2011-03-27T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:00:46.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sjdRh_eEqkE/TY9ZWzHnPkI/AAAAAAAABso/D5P_fDyrtok/s1600/tumblr_lin5f2gbxR1qzfcxso1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sjdRh_eEqkE/TY9ZWzHnPkI/AAAAAAAABso/D5P_fDyrtok/s400/tumblr_lin5f2gbxR1qzfcxso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588783910804209218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is pretty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-25xuDWci0FM/TY9ZWvP11zI/AAAAAAAABsg/J_LBaYbEWkU/s1600/tumblr_limsg5G9Pi1qhkkt7o1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-25xuDWci0FM/TY9ZWvP11zI/AAAAAAAABsg/J_LBaYbEWkU/s400/tumblr_limsg5G9Pi1qhkkt7o1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588783909764978482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh! thats why i wanna go dance dance like its the last last night of my life. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PHfdqQ2BVts/TY9ZWPUvECI/AAAAAAAABsY/oU08lvJ01mY/s1600/tumblr_liky6pIXJ91qhkkt7o1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PHfdqQ2BVts/TY9ZWPUvECI/AAAAAAAABsY/oU08lvJ01mY/s400/tumblr_liky6pIXJ91qhkkt7o1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588783901195571234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, when they grow up, its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don’t want to lose someone, even if they don’t deserve our forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s easier to say you don’t care instead of trying to explain every reason you do.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what sucks about falling for a guy you know you’re not right for? You fall anyway because you think he might turn out to be different.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—  Another Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;so true, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for making you a huge part of my life, wasting my time on you, depending on you, thinking about you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, changing for you, and most of all, I’m mad at myself for not hating you when I know that I should.&lt;br /&gt;im passed being mad. at least i hope i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are worth fighting for. But not if you’re the only one fighting.&lt;br /&gt;not when we're fighting against each other. its not fair to say im the only one fighting cos i know you put in effort too but we're just fighting for different things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5842281839125533219?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5842281839125533219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5842281839125533219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5842281839125533219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5842281839125533219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sjdRh_eEqkE/TY9ZWzHnPkI/AAAAAAAABso/D5P_fDyrtok/s72-c/tumblr_lin5f2gbxR1qzfcxso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2450668264827705558</id><published>2011-03-26T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:32:26.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="380" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tQmEd_UeeIk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's hot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nz-XH5Iked8/TY4GfKJrS8I/AAAAAAAABsQ/vkqEr5z1GRM/s1600/tumblr_lil865YDkt1qbjt25o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nz-XH5Iked8/TY4GfKJrS8I/AAAAAAAABsQ/vkqEr5z1GRM/s400/tumblr_lil865YDkt1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588411319984016322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not really. sometimes, its just another chance for you to dig at my heart. but i guess what doesnt kill you makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;take me somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2450668264827705558?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2450668264827705558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2450668264827705558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2450668264827705558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2450668264827705558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/shes-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tQmEd_UeeIk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-40962520232113764</id><published>2011-03-24T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:49:27.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn wheres my auto colour change when i put words in italics? there used to be. ): in blue. grr. and i just realised that my other blog has that though. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you, I was never so emotional. No one could make me cry, and no one made me think so hard. But now the tears flow like rain from the saddest sky there is, and my frantic thoughts are tearing me apart. I’m not going to let it end this way. I’m done feeling sorry for myself, and I’m done being broken, and I’m done letting you make me feel like that at all. I’m going to make myself stronger, no matter how I have to do it. Because these thoughts are enough to drive someone insane, and I’m not going to let that be me anymore. I’m taking a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! im not alone. i like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me a while, but I’m learning that letting go of the past is a good thing. It doesn’t mean forgetting, it just means moving on. Because the fact is, we can’t enjoy the present, and embrace the future when we’re still stuck in the past.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the tendency to do that; to blow things up to be bigger than they are. I look at the negatives, instead of the positives. And, I certainly don’t think anything through with logic. But, somehow you put up with that, and that amazes me on a daily basis. That even though I’m a nervous wreck half the time, you’re still here.&lt;br /&gt;this was the reason why i held on for so long. note the past tenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go isn’t a one time thing, its something you do everyday, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—  Dawson’s Creek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-40962520232113764?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/40962520232113764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=40962520232113764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/40962520232113764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/40962520232113764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1146778548673518238</id><published>2011-03-24T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:56:00.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;because if you work hard for something and then fail, it hurts much more doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are always tryin to fuck up other people's life by tellin lies about em. you really wanna fuck someone's life up? tell the truth about em, they aint never gonna be the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fpqtm-AnVGI/TYtQ0vrDeCI/AAAAAAAABrI/pBpbBzhwR4Y/s1600/tumblr_likdw4bnBL1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fpqtm-AnVGI/TYtQ0vrDeCI/AAAAAAAABrI/pBpbBzhwR4Y/s400/tumblr_likdw4bnBL1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587648629763700770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oT2ogr6vFss/TYtQ0b5EhfI/AAAAAAAABrA/qo-KzTFHDdQ/s1600/tumblr_lifcjrT0Tn1qhkkt7o1_r1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oT2ogr6vFss/TYtQ0b5EhfI/AAAAAAAABrA/qo-KzTFHDdQ/s400/tumblr_lifcjrT0Tn1qhkkt7o1_r1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587648624453780978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i kinda like the way its spelt. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I guarantee there’ll be tough times. I guarantee that at some time, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don’t ask you to be mine, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you’re the only one for me.&lt;br /&gt;sighs, i'll just die if someone says that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;" &gt;One day you’re gonna want that girl. That girl that knew she wasn’t perfect, but tried to be perfect for you. The girl that believed the scraps of you she was given were worth it, because something was better than nothing. That girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you, and loving you was the only way she could. The girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths. That girl who still can’t bring herself to hate you, even though sometimes you probably deserve it. That girl who saw past your pretty eyes and treasured parts of you that no one else has ever appreciated. The girl who realizes she may never have your heart, but will carry the image of you in hers forever. The girl that sees this and still loves you. The girl that should have you, but doesn’t.. Even though she deserves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1146778548673518238?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1146778548673518238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1146778548673518238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1146778548673518238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1146778548673518238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/because-if-you-work-hard-for-something.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fpqtm-AnVGI/TYtQ0vrDeCI/AAAAAAAABrI/pBpbBzhwR4Y/s72-c/tumblr_likdw4bnBL1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5639282655746238104</id><published>2011-03-22T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:46:44.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQBxH03opk4/TYiodWYOGEI/AAAAAAAABq4/SJ-2jgxFZJc/s1600/tumblr_libjgcx5rN1qhkkt7o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQBxH03opk4/TYiodWYOGEI/AAAAAAAABq4/SJ-2jgxFZJc/s400/tumblr_libjgcx5rN1qhkkt7o1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586900559929940034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. im always walking behind. hokai, maybe cos i normally dont know the way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="380" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BQaM5KhndhI?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catchy song. nice lyrics but sounds a tad bit like a christian song. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry you because you’re the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time when I saw these hands, I couldn’t imagine not being able to hold them. But mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So, will you, um, marry me?&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—  Definitely, Maybe&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE PROPOSED TO LIKE THIS. ok. somewhat like this, sorta-ish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5639282655746238104?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5639282655746238104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5639282655746238104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5639282655746238104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5639282655746238104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQBxH03opk4/TYiodWYOGEI/AAAAAAAABq4/SJ-2jgxFZJc/s72-c/tumblr_libjgcx5rN1qhkkt7o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5768333929601089733</id><published>2011-03-19T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:29:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="380" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qdDVtFvJwUc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catchy, i like (:&lt;br /&gt;fool me, fool me.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how you do me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="380" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p5Jw-T4dVss?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's laughing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Rumors spreading 'bout this other guy&lt;br /&gt;Do you do what you did when you&lt;br /&gt;did with me&lt;br /&gt;Does he love you the way I can&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget all the plans&lt;br /&gt;that you made with me&lt;br /&gt;'cause baby I didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' your hand&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you laugh&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;This is so sad&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' your kiss&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;Buyin' you gifts&lt;br /&gt;This is so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on,&lt;br /&gt;till you believe that&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;You said you needed a little time&lt;br /&gt;for my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you use that time&lt;br /&gt;to have me replaced&lt;br /&gt;But did you think that I wouldn't see you out at the movies&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha doin' to me&lt;br /&gt;you're taken' him where we used to go&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're tryin' to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;it's working 'cause you know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know should I fight&lt;br /&gt;for our love for this long&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder to shield&lt;br /&gt;this pain in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people try to break you, don’t let them. The trick to winning isn’t winning, to fight, or to pretend like it doesn’t affect you. You just don’t let them break you, that’s when you won the battle for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—  (via pehthestar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5768333929601089733?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5768333929601089733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5768333929601089733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5768333929601089733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5768333929601089733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/catchy-i-like-fool-me-fool-me.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qdDVtFvJwUc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2713337280414272656</id><published>2011-03-18T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:53:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want this as my wedding song. *heart melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="380" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ghZt2cILcCU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2713337280414272656?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2713337280414272656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2713337280414272656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2713337280414272656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2713337280414272656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-this-as-my-wedding-song.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ghZt2cILcCU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1542275868605820414</id><published>2011-03-17T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:36:02.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love knows no past tense. you either never loved or you never stopped.&lt;br /&gt;- Noel Calhoun (The Notebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;ELEANOR ROOSEVELT&lt;br /&gt;seriously? tempted to, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty gets the attention, Personality gets the heart.&lt;br /&gt;ALFRED MUTETI&lt;br /&gt;now i see why you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a different human being to everyone you meet.&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK PALAHNIUK, RANT&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's somewhat true. im sorry for judging. i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7BO_DsuIak/TYIcFcG31FI/AAAAAAAABqw/T9CuZd-1r3E/s1600/tumblr_lgbu8oWwTr1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7BO_DsuIak/TYIcFcG31FI/AAAAAAAABqw/T9CuZd-1r3E/s400/tumblr_lgbu8oWwTr1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585057367662777426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree only to a certain extent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1542275868605820414?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1542275868605820414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1542275868605820414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1542275868605820414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1542275868605820414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-knows-no-past-tense.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7BO_DsuIak/TYIcFcG31FI/AAAAAAAABqw/T9CuZd-1r3E/s72-c/tumblr_lgbu8oWwTr1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-515205272559642616</id><published>2011-03-15T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:46:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You were the first nice guy I met after so many bad ones. And I didn’t know if you were the one or just the first good one, so I went out and met some more guys. Some of them were fine, but none of them were you.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—  Men in Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, so sweet. now, when will i meet mine? sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to resist the temptation of loving someone for the sake of being with someone, so I think you are really brave to wait for the right one to come along. People don’t want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—  The Leap Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, thats true. trust me, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1dqtgotsBs/TX93nP7evWI/AAAAAAAABqQ/aIIjmaK1618/s1600/tumblr_li1grcaVDL1qa53bzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1dqtgotsBs/TX93nP7evWI/AAAAAAAABqQ/aIIjmaK1618/s400/tumblr_li1grcaVDL1qa53bzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584313579137318242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i please have that for my next real relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at our sexiest when we feel the most confident. We are at our least attractive when we are sure of our inadequacies and practically cave in on ourselves to conceal them… We all handicap ourselves with insecurity, and it’s up to us to reset the self-worth scale and alter the message we sound out into the world… So how do we remind ourselves of our fabulousness without letting our self-doubt or the criticism of others drag us down? Triggers. We wear heels. We get waxed. We do things that make us attractive to ourselves and, therefore, able to allow others to do the same. And they work… Confidence is a state of mind, but sometimes we need to give ourselves permission to realize it. There is nothing wrong with embracing the tools that allow us to get there; heels, bikini waxes, whatever. As long as we’re aware of the fact that we are worth the same with or without these tools…&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA WILDE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-515205272559642616?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/515205272559642616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=515205272559642616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/515205272559642616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/515205272559642616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-were-first-nice-guy-i-met-after-so.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1dqtgotsBs/TX93nP7evWI/AAAAAAAABqQ/aIIjmaK1618/s72-c/tumblr_li1grcaVDL1qa53bzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7101484585116970961</id><published>2011-03-11T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:05:01.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alex: Listen. You had that heart patient and it reminded you of Denny and how bad you felt when you were lying on that bathroom floor. I get that! I get that you're scared. But you're not going to have to feel like that again. Because I'm not going to die, Izz. And I'm not gonna cheat on you, and I'm not gonna go anywhere! 'Cause, I think you're my best shot at... I think with you... you make me better. You make me wanna BE better. You make me want to be good. And I think I can. With you. I think I can. So I'm not going anywhere, and you can stop hiding. And if you wanna be scared that's okay just be scared with me. Be scared while you scrub in with me on my first solo surgery. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Izzie: You love me.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Shut up. [kisses her, leaves] Solo surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek: I love you and you love me. And whatever happens, I don't care. I don't want to know. I mean it. I don't want to know. &lt;br /&gt;Meredith: Well the lab already has my blood so..&lt;br /&gt;Derek: Here's what we're gonna do. No more doctors, no more labs. You and I we have a lot of sex. Maybe we make a baby, maybe we do not. Maybe you get Alzheimer's, maybe you do not. Just screw the odds, screw science. Let's just live. Whatever happens. Happens. Me and you. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Meredith: Okay. &lt;br /&gt;Derek: Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so love grey's anatomy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7101484585116970961?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7101484585116970961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7101484585116970961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7101484585116970961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7101484585116970961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/alex-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-4970431206563425153</id><published>2011-03-10T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:42:32.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I444uIicRkw/TXji6BwL95I/AAAAAAAABpY/kOfNgqInmFY/s1600/tumblr_lho7xriq5P1qcfoyvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I444uIicRkw/TXji6BwL95I/AAAAAAAABpY/kOfNgqInmFY/s400/tumblr_lho7xriq5P1qcfoyvo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582461224656566162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-4970431206563425153?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/4970431206563425153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=4970431206563425153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/4970431206563425153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/4970431206563425153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I444uIicRkw/TXji6BwL95I/AAAAAAAABpY/kOfNgqInmFY/s72-c/tumblr_lho7xriq5P1qcfoyvo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-6627728616784226702</id><published>2011-03-07T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:05:56.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And when someone apologizes to you enough times for the things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s fearless to stop believing them. It’s fearless to say “you’re not sorry,” and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—  Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shes not a really good advisor to go to when it comes to relationship matters isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that I have been here all along, just waiting. Waiting for you to notice me, waiting for you to care. Waiting for you to say that you have been waiting too, waiting for you to say that you feel the same way as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me, “You can do better. You deserve much more.” And truth be told, the person is right. But usually when we love, we love someone for who they are despite what they have done. It’s not so much about who we deserve, but who we want, who we need and who we love. That’s how love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms, but words dont mean as much as actions do they? cos words are just words till you give them meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYxpEZoGN8U/TXT0MYAOnYI/AAAAAAAABpQ/NRjF9FI0YOk/s1600/tumblr_lh0897PeUX1qzabkfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYxpEZoGN8U/TXT0MYAOnYI/AAAAAAAABpQ/NRjF9FI0YOk/s400/tumblr_lh0897PeUX1qzabkfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581354331657903490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckyeahtattoos:&lt;br /&gt;My sister died of cancer at seven, about five years ago. She was almost buried with my favorite childhood stuffed elephant that I had given to her while she was sick but my mother pulled it from the casket last second. The picture is very akin to what the actual stuffed elephant looks like. The butterfly is because I had these large wire butterflies hanging from my ceiling in my bedroom. A few days after she died my mother woke up (we slept together a lot during that time) to one of the butterflies resting on me, perfectly as I slept. She didn’t leave. She’s still with me. I think that’s what she wanted me to know.&lt;br /&gt;Done by Jake at Skinsations in Norman, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats real touching. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6627728616784226702?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6627728616784226702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6627728616784226702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6627728616784226702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6627728616784226702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-when-someone-apologizes-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYxpEZoGN8U/TXT0MYAOnYI/AAAAAAAABpQ/NRjF9FI0YOk/s72-c/tumblr_lh0897PeUX1qzabkfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-3467675636687553247</id><published>2011-03-02T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:21:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aKBqJY2cffw/TW5DOix3VzI/AAAAAAAABpA/hLEOEAO_k-0/s1600/tumblr_lbap2ra4Cg1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhbzJRfAONg/TWbkkmKH-dI/AAAAAAAABo4/PDLzbLuARys/s400/tumblr_la2b9p8zSX1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577396505914374610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally reads my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-25161184850027069?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/25161184850027069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=25161184850027069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/25161184850027069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/25161184850027069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/02/totally-reads-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhbzJRfAONg/TWbkkmKH-dI/AAAAAAAABo4/PDLzbLuARys/s72-c/tumblr_la2b9p8zSX1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2468060533396053688</id><published>2011-02-21T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:18:03.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so i stopped being homesick two days ago. have plenty to typed about my trip and yan and i realised that ive only four days left in sydney! its that fast to going back home. the thing is that i dont seem to have enough days to eat all the good food here rather than to shop at different places. cos first of all, i dont fancy shopping. i only go shopping when i need a particular something, second of all, the stuff i can get here, i can get back home. and they pricer so whats the point? so eva has been being us (me) around and treating us (me) food. gosh, she actually helped me to save a lot on food. hees. and yan, well, she'd also treated me food here and there. but no, shes not working so im not gonna let her do that. that stubborn girl just REFUSED to let me return her money. grr! so while in sydney, the weather is almost as crazy as singapore. yesterday was 32 degrees and today's &gt;24 degrees. like whattttt. i got sun burnt yesterday and i got frozen today. gosh. and i think i gained A LOT OF WEIGHT. gosh, eating and eating and eating. though we walked to many of the places (and i tell you, its not exactly very near) but my tummy is like ALWAYS ROUNDDDDD. CONSTANTLY ROUNDDDDD. ): ohwells. im still waiting for mom to come online. gosh, i wanna SLEEP ALREADY! ): so gonna get jet lag when im home. hopefully, the 8hours or so sleep on the flight back will help in de-jetlagging. yupps. goodnight sydney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2468060533396053688?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2468060533396053688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2468060533396053688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2468060533396053688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2468060533396053688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/02/ok-so-i-stopped-being-homesick-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1165965094193418854</id><published>2011-02-17T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:36:21.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>samantha is terribly homesick. she shouldnt be since she is having a holiday and she should be enjoying herself. she is missing home and her friends. she is stressed about the gifts she wants to bring back. but that shouldnt be the case. she should be sightseeing and taking plenty of pictures and dreading the end of the trip. but no, its exactly the opposite. she is counting down the days to home and dreading the 8hours flight.its not that she is not with good company, its just that she is so dependent on everyone around her. she never leaves facebook now that shes overseas and having a friend's iphone in her possession. she probably just doesnt know how to enjoy, just like she has difficulty appreciating expensive food compared to cheap hawker centre/fastfood. gosh, she is easy to maintain. ha! ohwells, she has really learnt the hard way. she does not want to tour again for so long unless its with family. she also feels terribly bad that she missed her dad's birthday and yuan xiao. FUCK. that is so going to be on her conscience. she thinks that the best thing she can do now is to buy stuffs home so that she can make her family happy. and so that she does not waste her money(time) here. she is going off to sleep now to dream of home. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1165965094193418854?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1165965094193418854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1165965094193418854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1165965094193418854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1165965094193418854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/02/samantha-is-terribly-homesick.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5936755565886352036</id><published>2011-02-16T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:09:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3F4bY1-ELrI/TVsjM8T1MdI/AAAAAAAABow/j-x91qbLFYA/s1600/tumblr_lfxeszeBft1qbw4dpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3F4bY1-ELrI/TVsjM8T1MdI/AAAAAAAABow/j-x91qbLFYA/s400/tumblr_lfxeszeBft1qbw4dpo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574087669055828434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dying of hunger hereeeee. ): its local time 1208pm. no breakfast, no lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5936755565886352036?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5936755565886352036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5936755565886352036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5936755565886352036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5936755565886352036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-dying-of-hunger-hereeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3F4bY1-ELrI/TVsjM8T1MdI/AAAAAAAABow/j-x91qbLFYA/s72-c/tumblr_lfxeszeBft1qbw4dpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7207501393219500002</id><published>2011-02-15T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:08:52.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know how it feels. i know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower so that no one can hear you, to wait for everyone to fall asleep so that you can fall apart. for everything to hurt so bad you want it all to end. i know exactly how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me. You had me and then you left. It has nothing to do with me, it’s all about you. And it’s always been about you: what you need and what you want. You know, it seems like you only want me when you can’t have me. You like the chase and that’s all. So you know what? You can have it.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—  The O.C.&lt;br /&gt;(but why dont i feel happy still?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://eletheowl.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the circumstances drew the line, i was never his and he was never mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if something isnt happening for you, it doesnt mean that it is never going to happen. it just means you are not ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;(oh really? :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be free of you, the way you are, obviously, free of me.&lt;br /&gt;(lalalallalals!)&lt;br /&gt;http://qoute-book.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7207501393219500002?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7207501393219500002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7207501393219500002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7207501393219500002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7207501393219500002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know-how-it-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-8909434657320430921</id><published>2011-02-15T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:27:19.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now now, watched black swan yesterday. i am typing this from sydney! hahas. anyways, the show was alright, you get the story, about a girl who struggles to survive in the ballet world. show was even a tad slow for me in the beginning. but hey, towards the end, the show's got you guessing and oh damn! natalie portman is wayyyyy AWESOME! i practically felt what she was feeling! that joy when she got the role f the swan queen, that frustration and desperation when she thought she was losing it. gosh, SHE IS GOOD! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-8909434657320430921?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/8909434657320430921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=8909434657320430921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TUustQSttpI/AAAAAAAABoo/vju5C_egdhk/s1600/tumblr_lex0wjpN5f1qatbimo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TUustQSttpI/AAAAAAAABoo/vju5C_egdhk/s400/tumblr_lex0wjpN5f1qatbimo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569735257641301650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly have craving for this but i cant eat. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get back (when youre free), b&amp;j date k, babe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1867398414431330391?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1867398414431330391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-8028929110165386902</id><published>2011-02-02T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:12:36.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two of the hardest and most painful tests in life: having the patience to wait for the right moment, and mustering the courage to accept that you have waited for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-8028929110165386902?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/8028929110165386902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=8028929110165386902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the escape, the cold waters do they really mean something? that nightmare woke me up at 4.30am and made my temperature drop to 35.6 degrees. ): must be the stupid virus polluting my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-33635896407503513?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/33635896407503513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=33635896407503513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/33635896407503513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/33635896407503513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563528896762790050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for mummy. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6239932198669164951?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6239932198669164951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6239932198669164951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6239932198669164951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6239932198669164951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TTWgDgUqwKI/AAAAAAAABoc/uV-LnnU8mVI/s72-c/tumblr_lewtkkLfLs1qapvcuo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7577263985840692510</id><published>2011-01-17T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:52:25.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When it comes to men that are romantically interested in you, it’s really simple. Just ignore everything they say and only pay attention to what they do. It’s that simple. It’s that easy.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;—  Randy Pausch&lt;br /&gt; yeah duh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7577263985840692510?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7577263985840692510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7577263985840692510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7577263985840692510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7577263985840692510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-it-comes-to-men-that-are.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2452407497721375726</id><published>2011-01-12T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:46:42.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TS2-yOW5mPI/AAAAAAAABoU/uV4bC28j0Zo/s1600/tumblr_lewwrqCCak1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TS2-yOW5mPI/AAAAAAAABoU/uV4bC28j0Zo/s400/tumblr_lewwrqCCak1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561310884929313010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2452407497721375726?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2452407497721375726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2452407497721375726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2452407497721375726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2452407497721375726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TS2-yOW5mPI/AAAAAAAABoU/uV4bC28j0Zo/s72-c/tumblr_lewwrqCCak1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-404444371014707533</id><published>2011-01-09T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:28:05.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell. msn is damn gay. blocked all my contacts. just spent like 20minutes unblocking everyone. what a waste of my sleep time. Zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-404444371014707533?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/404444371014707533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=404444371014707533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/404444371014707533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/404444371014707533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-6318446872450544683</id><published>2011-01-05T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:16:14.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR84NvulYI/AAAAAAAABoM/8aWjLBRpUfY/s1600/tumblr_lefqo0CudE1qaofnyo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR84NvulYI/AAAAAAAABoM/8aWjLBRpUfY/s400/tumblr_lefqo0CudE1qaofnyo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558705145286399362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR8344I_BI/AAAAAAAABoE/p7TcYlB0YuM/s1600/tumblr_leegbqveMr1qb3xedo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR8344I_BI/AAAAAAAABoE/p7TcYlB0YuM/s400/tumblr_leegbqveMr1qb3xedo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558705139684539410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR83-0HUbI/AAAAAAAABn8/RxfT3CXuEK8/s1600/tumblr_lcktf3RAwE1qblvqeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR83-0HUbI/AAAAAAAABn8/RxfT3CXuEK8/s400/tumblr_lcktf3RAwE1qblvqeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558705141278265778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR83lQyZKI/AAAAAAAABn0/n2HfiI7PxCs/s1600/tumblr_le91b6YWy01qzfv21o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR83lQyZKI/AAAAAAAABn0/n2HfiI7PxCs/s400/tumblr_le91b6YWy01qzfv21o1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558705134419207330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR1YyyaC_I/AAAAAAAABmc/WzubiZ43ass/s1600/tumblr_le8hq8wLyj1qbxukmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR1YyyaC_I/AAAAAAAABmc/WzubiZ43ass/s400/tumblr_le8hq8wLyj1qbxukmo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558696908892539890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR1YpeRMiI/AAAAAAAABmU/aeLCzsyyNis/s1600/tumblr_le8vn5InHD1qzx2p7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR1YpeRMiI/AAAAAAAABmU/aeLCzsyyNis/s400/tumblr_le8vn5InHD1qzx2p7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558696906392154658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is love, even when you’re not supposed to be together.&lt;br /&gt;—  Grey’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone can’t stop doing things that you don’t want them to do, it only means that they love those things more than they love you.&lt;br /&gt;i am so damn proud of you quitting smoke. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6318446872450544683?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6318446872450544683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6318446872450544683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6318446872450544683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6318446872450544683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-is-love-even-when-youre-not.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TSR84NvulYI/AAAAAAAABoM/8aWjLBRpUfY/s72-c/tumblr_lefqo0CudE1qaofnyo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-6106735111139693661</id><published>2011-01-02T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:29:23.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You cant trust somebody who thinks you’re crazy.&lt;br /&gt;PENELOPE CRUZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakups, I’ve heard, are supposed to be just that. Breaks. Hard, clean breaks. No talking, no seeing, no touching … keep your hands to yourself. The relationship is over. Half the people I know move after a huge breakup, and frankly that makes perfect sense to me. You’re not supposed to sleep with the guy who just broke your heart a week ago. Fine. Next time I’m in this situation I’ll cry. Stay in bed and wail. Go to the gym if I can. Call all my friends and burden them with my misery. Sleep too much. Cry some more. See my therapist more often. Get a puppy. Do whatever I have to so eventually I can move on.&lt;br /&gt;GREG BEHRENDT &amp; LIZ TUCCILLO (HE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU, 2004) (next time, i'd keep that in mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, you either focus on what’s tearing you apart, or what’s holding you together.&lt;br /&gt;but what happens what theyre the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just need to be alone. Sometimes, not even your best friend needs to know. Sometimes, you need to put up the walls so you can examine yourself in the peace and quiet. Sometimes the loud sounds need to fade away, leaving only the silence and you; that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m always torn between wanting to tell my story to everyone to let them know exactly what is in my head and keeping it to myself. The problem is being unhappy and consistently so pushes people away, no matter if they say they’re always there to listen there is only so much even your best friends can listen too. On the otherhand, to pretend everything is fine is to poison yourself from the inside out; it is to ignore who you are and lose yourself. So which is better – to have friends that think you are melodramatic, attention seeking and pessimistic or to drown in your own mind?&lt;br /&gt;how does she understand so well? http://eletheowl.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6106735111139693661?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6106735111139693661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6106735111139693661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6106735111139693661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6106735111139693661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-cant-trust-somebody-who-thinks.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-149454571225747616</id><published>2010-12-31T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:49:57.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know you really love someone when you don’t hate them for breaking you heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats bullshit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-149454571225747616?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/149454571225747616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=149454571225747616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/149454571225747616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/149454571225747616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-know-you-really-love-someone-when.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-6603035552683661279</id><published>2010-12-27T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:02:30.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♥ gave me my christmas present and early birthday yesterday. (: i love that eeyore pillow. :D thank youuuuuuu. and yesterday drained the life out of me. slept at 3am woke at 7am. crashed at 6pm after work today and had to wake at 7pm for drums. ended up being late. i.am.extremely.tiredddd. can my friends start having day activities and less UNHEALTHY ones at night? hees. i'd like having day activities some time soon and MORE SLEEP PLEASE! eyebags, EYEBAGS!! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6603035552683661279?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6603035552683661279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6603035552683661279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6603035552683661279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6603035552683661279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/gave-me-my-christmas-present-and-early.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7680314414643341443</id><published>2010-12-25T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:36:46.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TRXWchivIJI/AAAAAAAABmI/Bcm8FbxluKM/s1600/tumblr_ldy5mt0SCl1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TRXWchivIJI/AAAAAAAABmI/Bcm8FbxluKM/s400/tumblr_ldy5mt0SCl1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554581500960120978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is changing. Day by day, we don’t notice it, but just look back over the past year and you will realize everything has. People you thought were going to be there forever aren’t, and people you never imagined you’d be speaking to are now some of your closest friends. Life makes little sense, and older we are the less sense it will make. So make the most of now, before it all changes once again, because in the near future, all that’s left would be memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun at arisa's annual christmas eve party yesterday. (: thank you for inviting me. i loved the food. i think i ate quite a bit. hees. the turkey, the onion soup and the ox tail stew. YUMS! am looking forward to next christmas dinner already. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is overrated. and ive OVERSPENT because of it. ): hopefully this year's bonus will be a big one. fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7680314414643341443?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7680314414643341443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7680314414643341443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7680314414643341443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7680314414643341443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/everything-is-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TRXWchivIJI/AAAAAAAABmI/Bcm8FbxluKM/s72-c/tumblr_ldy5mt0SCl1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5700810058631928268</id><published>2010-12-21T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:09:55.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I waited here for you like a kid waiting after school&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, how come you never showed?&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything and never asked for anything&lt;br /&gt;And look at me, I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a love, I want a fire to feel the burn, my desires&lt;br /&gt;I want a man by my side, not a boy who runs and hides&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna fight for me, die for me, live and breathe for me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you care for me? ?Cause if you don't then just leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for attention not another question&lt;br /&gt;Should you stay or should you go?&lt;br /&gt;Well if you don't have the answer, why you still standing here?&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey hey, just walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5700810058631928268?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5700810058631928268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5700810058631928268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5700810058631928268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5700810058631928268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-waited-here-for-you-like-kid-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-6095350505402773307</id><published>2010-12-20T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:54:22.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve spent too much time wanting what was taken from me, not what was given.&lt;br /&gt;BEN BARNES AS KING CASPIAN, THE VOYAGE OF THE DAWN TREADER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so narnia wasnt as good as i thought it would be. halfway through the show, we were waiting for it to end. maybe it's partly due to the fact that we were both tireddd. but anyways, prince Caspian is sure yummy to look at. (: narnia seem to like using my kind of guys. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now, whens my Rapunzel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6095350505402773307?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6095350505402773307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6095350505402773307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6095350505402773307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6095350505402773307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-spent-too-much-time-wanting-what.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-3970843130302347688</id><published>2010-12-18T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:25:38.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a while, you realise that you dont need anyone else to survive. no one is ever going to always be there no matter what they promise you. you just have to suck it up and accept it.&lt;br /&gt;hey arnold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, have to learn to be independent. im not as independent as you all think. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not getting easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days i feel like im disappearing, you know? kind of like you forgot about me. some times, it feels like everyone else is too. and im just here. constantly fading in and out of people's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-3970843130302347688?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/3970843130302347688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=3970843130302347688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3970843130302347688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3970843130302347688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-to-learn-to-be-independent.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5905918099203899552</id><published>2010-12-16T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:38:50.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TQokYQJLsmI/AAAAAAAABmA/1Jo7J1VLG00/s1600/tumblr_lcj7ik3usn1qbo3bfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TQokYQJLsmI/AAAAAAAABmA/1Jo7J1VLG00/s400/tumblr_lcj7ik3usn1qbo3bfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551289489756500578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i dont feel like continuing to live. i dont want to kill myeslf, i just want it all to stop or go away. i want to be calm. i want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;-eletheowl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5905918099203899552?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5905918099203899552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5905918099203899552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5905918099203899552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5905918099203899552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-dont-feel-like-continuing.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TQokYQJLsmI/AAAAAAAABmA/1Jo7J1VLG00/s72-c/tumblr_lcj7ik3usn1qbo3bfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2539536055067252352</id><published>2010-12-15T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:11:12.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole world could tell from someone’s eyes if they were in love.&lt;br /&gt;BRIDA, PAULO COELHO&lt;br /&gt;oh really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2539536055067252352?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2539536055067252352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2539536055067252352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2539536055067252352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2539536055067252352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/whole-world-could-tell-from-someones.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5662259306500423253</id><published>2010-12-12T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:00:43.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TQTi0pUmhMI/AAAAAAAABl4/EH7fA9pfICk/s1600/tumblr_ld8ntkWwog1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TQTi0pUmhMI/AAAAAAAABl4/EH7fA9pfICk/s400/tumblr_ld8ntkWwog1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549810034900632770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are made to be loved not understood.&lt;br /&gt;OSCAR WILDE&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5662259306500423253?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5662259306500423253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5662259306500423253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5662259306500423253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5662259306500423253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/women-are-made-to-be-loved-not.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TQTi0pUmhMI/AAAAAAAABl4/EH7fA9pfICk/s72-c/tumblr_ld8ntkWwog1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1509642954549091273</id><published>2010-12-10T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:30:55.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess what I really want is to feel loved. Like just for once, somebody would be afraid of losing me. Like I’m a priority, not just an option that’s never chosen. I want to be told i’m beautiful. I want people to care enough to stay in my life and not walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are looking prettier as years pass, i dont feel like i am. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1509642954549091273?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1509642954549091273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1509642954549091273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1509642954549091273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1509642954549091273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-what-i-really-want-is-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-8201198785068500306</id><published>2010-12-09T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:41:14.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TQD1ZpSffCI/AAAAAAAABlw/R7VM9SsonkM/s1600/tumblr_lcu92sqZwC1qbw4dpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TQD1ZpSffCI/AAAAAAAABlw/R7VM9SsonkM/s400/tumblr_lcu92sqZwC1qbw4dpo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548704561849400354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-8201198785068500306?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/8201198785068500306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=8201198785068500306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8201198785068500306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8201198785068500306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TQD1ZpSffCI/AAAAAAAABlw/R7VM9SsonkM/s72-c/tumblr_lcu92sqZwC1qbw4dpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2008642704970437380</id><published>2010-12-08T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:09:14.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-Qihm_nkI/AAAAAAAABlo/76CBa9DJoDI/s1600/tumblr_lc35hvJquw1qc2u00o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-Qh4s9yiI/AAAAAAAABlY/UCD9DvR1hIU/s400/tumblr_lcjl8fxvNZ1qf725lo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548312177774807586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-Qg5VNCMI/AAAAAAAABlQ/X_cw1JtcFRA/s1600/tumblr_lcmsr17KoR1qalamdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-Qg5VNCMI/AAAAAAAABlQ/X_cw1JtcFRA/s400/tumblr_lcmsr17KoR1qalamdo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548312160763709634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-QgTyhTAI/AAAAAAAABlI/S3uz0wIhGsE/s1600/tumblr_laghsaNv031qapfu9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-QgTyhTAI/AAAAAAAABlI/S3uz0wIhGsE/s400/tumblr_laghsaNv031qapfu9o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548312150686125058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-QKPZSawI/AAAAAAAABk4/gR6a1RWzdmk/s1600/tumblr_lcr430Qn6N1qdskrho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-QKPZSawI/AAAAAAAABk4/gR6a1RWzdmk/s400/tumblr_lcr430Qn6N1qdskrho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548311771549428482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-QJS7pNbI/AAAAAAAABkw/evj4dRY9dlw/s1600/tumblr_lcriv5nv9k1qbxinao1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-QJS7pNbI/AAAAAAAABkw/evj4dRY9dlw/s400/tumblr_lcriv5nv9k1qbxinao1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548311755318965682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-QI1VXiwI/AAAAAAAABko/IKylrLuNZso/s1600/tumblr_lcs6ux4aIf1qzal4bo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-QI1VXiwI/AAAAAAAABko/IKylrLuNZso/s400/tumblr_lcs6ux4aIf1qzal4bo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548311747373796098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-QIZqYUDI/AAAAAAAABkg/8gxDhnSialo/s1600/tumblr_ld3t5m2LPG1qapc1qo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-QIZqYUDI/AAAAAAAABkg/8gxDhnSialo/s400/tumblr_ld3t5m2LPG1qapc1qo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548311739945734194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR LIKEY~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, all you can do is hold on. no matter how painful it's going to be. because you know it's more painful when you lose it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2008642704970437380?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2008642704970437380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2008642704970437380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2008642704970437380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2008642704970437380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TP-Qihm_nkI/AAAAAAAABlo/76CBa9DJoDI/s72-c/tumblr_lc35hvJquw1qc2u00o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-3336866058583456346</id><published>2010-12-05T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:21:43.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh, i can never get enough of grey's anatomy! theyre back and i dont get enough! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can ever fully understand another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-3336866058583456346?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/3336866058583456346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=3336866058583456346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3336866058583456346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3336866058583456346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/ooh-i-can-never-get-enough-of-greys.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5212602283399083037</id><published>2010-12-05T17:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:09:19.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is when the other person’s happiness is more important than your own.&lt;br /&gt;H. JACKSON BROWN, JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so no, we dont know love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that people in love do to each other they remember, and if they stay together it’s not because they forget, it’s because they forgive.&lt;br /&gt;—  Indecent Proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is that the case between us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of having a relationship is getting to call the person or lay down next to them and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. And in the end that’s what it’s about, kids. It’s not about the sex, it’s not about the money that they give you or whatever. It’s not about how good-looking they are, it’s about, can they listen to you talk for hours and hours and hours about stupid shit that doesn’t matter. And if they can, then you’re meant to be together forever. Even if that means you have to call them 100 times, that’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;—  Tegan Quin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i love my kiddos! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5212602283399083037?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5212602283399083037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5212602283399083037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5212602283399083037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5212602283399083037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-is-when-other-persons-happiness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5711399738625089725</id><published>2010-11-30T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:42:11.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too many thoughts, head exploding. too many people to please, except myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2B50RUXbs-8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2B50RUXbs-8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive to say, the front part sounds a lil like a narnia track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;MARK TWAIN&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i will be losing myself in books and leaving the virtual world for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5711399738625089725?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5711399738625089725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5711399738625089725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5711399738625089725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5711399738625089725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/too-many-thoughts-head-exploding.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7865331705127880672</id><published>2010-11-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:56:15.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you must understand that even though a person loves you, you must also consider the fact that you’re not the only one that makes him/her happy.&lt;br /&gt;—  (via serenacomplex)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7865331705127880672?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7865331705127880672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7865331705127880672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7865331705127880672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7865331705127880672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-must-understand-that-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5271420176026014468</id><published>2010-11-23T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:21:47.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY DARLING IS BACKKKKKK. LALALALLALALAS! :D &amp;&amp; i need a new facebook display picture. cant wait for Fridayyyyy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5271420176026014468?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5271420176026014468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5271420176026014468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5271420176026014468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5271420176026014468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-darling-is-backkkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-6349118494204432916</id><published>2010-11-21T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:14:27.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes, welcome back ARISA, MY THICKSKIN FRIEND. :D i just realised all my thickskin friends from the same clique. you, shing, ren, pui and gh. i love all my thickskin friendssss. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6349118494204432916?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6349118494204432916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6349118494204432916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6349118494204432916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6349118494204432916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-yes-welcome-back-arisa-my-thickskin.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-6677106645651231018</id><published>2010-11-21T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:08:14.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it sucks when you know people dont support you. well, they respect your decision and all but its still a tee wee bit upsetting to know that they dont agree. sighs. but its part and parcel of life, isnt it? i know the phrase, 'once bitten, twice shy.' but cant you guys just believe that i, too learnt my lesson? i wont bother you guys with my extreme crap ok? sighs. just dont put the blame on ayone else k? its no ones fault. but thank you for enduring/having endured my crap. i do appreciate it, and right now, i just miss hanging out with you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6677106645651231018?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6677106645651231018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6677106645651231018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6677106645651231018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6677106645651231018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-sucks-when-you-know-people-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1277483598124861985</id><published>2010-11-19T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:30:52.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am feeling much better now. thank you for having patience. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1277483598124861985?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1277483598124861985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1277483598124861985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1277483598124861985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1277483598124861985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/am-feeling-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-4933137467362371063</id><published>2010-11-19T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:55:36.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is bull. was looking forward to wednesdays date, with a new dress and all. but hey, dress is out of stock, and im just not interested in meeting date at all now. how did a perfectly well day planned turn out to be crap in the end? and in just one day. well, thats the consequences of expecting. so dont expect, dont expect for shit. just kill hope, its useless. what the fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-4933137467362371063?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/4933137467362371063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=4933137467362371063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/4933137467362371063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/4933137467362371063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-bull.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-610039396284402989</id><published>2010-11-18T22:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:09:50.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;四音调的没有 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the lil things babe. it really is. (: cant wait for my new dress(es) to come! and thats enough spending for this year. hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPdSw2kGnOQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fPdSw2kGnOQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im waiting to watch The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-610039396284402989?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/610039396284402989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=610039396284402989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/610039396284402989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/610039396284402989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/d.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1019081085995720823</id><published>2010-11-17T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:49:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when a guy knows you like him, and he abuses the privilege.&lt;br /&gt;365thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0Z_moK8Uu4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0Z_moK8Uu4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhwK3kNt6gQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhwK3kNt6gQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24DoEiu4wb8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24DoEiu4wb8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TOPasnXqm-I/AAAAAAAABkI/anzzr5jPmx0/s1600/tumblr_lbn6h7ZzD31qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540512426613185506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TOPasnXqm-I/AAAAAAAABkI/anzzr5jPmx0/s400/tumblr_lbn6h7ZzD31qaobbko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TOParj6kOXI/AAAAAAAABkA/IyEfewKtLnI/s1600/tumblr_lbhlj2Z8a01qaobbko1_r1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540512408505956722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TOParj6kOXI/AAAAAAAABkA/IyEfewKtLnI/s400/tumblr_lbhlj2Z8a01qaobbko1_r1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TOPaqsQOSGI/AAAAAAAABj4/c_aYXZpBunc/s1600/tumblr_l7ixtgv9Mm1qzsmzjo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540512393564407906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TOPaqsQOSGI/AAAAAAAABj4/c_aYXZpBunc/s400/tumblr_l7ixtgv9Mm1qzsmzjo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TOPaplxUfFI/AAAAAAAABjw/iglISDWIQH0/s1600/tumblr_l19973DTTq1qbebdqo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540512374644309074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TOPaplxUfFI/AAAAAAAABjw/iglISDWIQH0/s400/tumblr_l19973DTTq1qbebdqo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my whole life, no one has ever looked at me the way that you do. No one has ever, touched my face or brushed my hair out of my eyes like you do. And maybe this is really selfish but, it’s not just you I’m going to miss. It’s the way I feel when I’m with you that I’m going to miss even more.&lt;br /&gt;Shelby Merrick, “Higher Ground”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1019081085995720823?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1019081085995720823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1019081085995720823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1019081085995720823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1019081085995720823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TOPasnXqm-I/AAAAAAAABkI/anzzr5jPmx0/s72-c/tumblr_lbn6h7ZzD31qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2538553201069377702</id><published>2010-11-15T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:45:40.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wee, i had fun yesterday. (: yes i did. the day (&amp; night) ended too soon for meee. mom said that if i wasnt working today, i could have stayed another day and it wouldnt be a problem. ITS ALL YOUR FAULT. ): but im really feeling the after effect of staying up for 36 hours. damn,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2538553201069377702?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2538553201069377702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2538553201069377702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2538553201069377702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2538553201069377702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/wee-i-had-fun-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1579269318179697108</id><published>2010-11-13T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:52:16.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inside the heart of each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;“— Ed Hird  (via quote-book)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agreed. cant wait for later! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1579269318179697108?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1579269318179697108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1579269318179697108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1579269318179697108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1579269318179697108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/inside-heart-of-each-and-every-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2361729117919106738</id><published>2010-11-11T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:47:32.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did the most dangerous thing I could when I said I love you, but it was worth it. If I got through my fear for you, you could get through yours for me.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Bass * Submitted by nerdswagger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t do what I say, because if you don’t love me it’s worthless anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Landon Pigg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having craving for ice-creammmmm. when will you bring me to places instead of just saying so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2361729117919106738?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2361729117919106738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2361729117919106738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2361729117919106738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2361729117919106738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-did-most-dangerous-thing-i-could-when.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-3122346667262709783</id><published>2010-11-09T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:20:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is when you look into someones eyes and suddenly you go all the way inside, to their soul, and you both know instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Angela, My So-Called Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love your eyes, that dark intensity that sucks me right through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-3122346667262709783?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/3122346667262709783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=3122346667262709783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3122346667262709783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3122346667262709783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-is-when-you-look-into-someones.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-9000823531754079189</id><published>2010-11-08T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:20:46.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNgUs_DrF9I/AAAAAAAABjY/iDW93TjGvhY/s1600/tumblr_lbhw9j2r5v1qa5phfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNgUs_DrF9I/AAAAAAAABjY/iDW93TjGvhY/s400/tumblr_lbhw9j2r5v1qa5phfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537198504925665234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-9000823531754079189?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/9000823531754079189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=9000823531754079189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/9000823531754079189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/9000823531754079189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNgUs_DrF9I/AAAAAAAABjY/iDW93TjGvhY/s72-c/tumblr_lbhw9j2r5v1qa5phfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7130390843138090884</id><published>2010-11-06T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:55:40.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are no ifs in this world, only consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBwazQPbxWs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBwazQPbxWs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart to you is given:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do give yours to me;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll lock them up together,&lt;br /&gt;And throw away the key.&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Saunders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t change who people are without destroying who they were.&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly Effect (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I look back and see all of the mistakes I’ve made, remember the promises that were broken, the lines that were redrawn, the tears that were shed, and everything I could have done differently but I guess I don’t really want to change a thing because it brought me to where I am now, to you, and that makes it all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not to you, but to who i am now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7130390843138090884?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7130390843138090884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7130390843138090884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7130390843138090884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7130390843138090884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/there-are-no-ifs-in-this-world-only.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-6793057893630427128</id><published>2010-11-05T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:15:30.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNPK9tOPetI/AAAAAAAABjQ/VU7z8tl_w5U/s1600/tumblr_l8r599yUkO1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNPK9tOPetI/AAAAAAAABjQ/VU7z8tl_w5U/s400/tumblr_l8r599yUkO1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535991528428632786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super agree with this. reminds me of a little chat my teachers and i had. why date/get into a relationship if youre not going to stay together or get married? hohox. just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6793057893630427128?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6793057893630427128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6793057893630427128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6793057893630427128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6793057893630427128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/super-agree-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNPK9tOPetI/AAAAAAAABjQ/VU7z8tl_w5U/s72-c/tumblr_l8r599yUkO1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7031832657236526989</id><published>2010-11-02T21:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:56:27.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNAX2NrrSRI/AAAAAAAABjI/QTopIoFevbo/s1600/tumblr_l8on42c0SJ1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNAX2NrrSRI/AAAAAAAABjI/QTopIoFevbo/s400/tumblr_l8on42c0SJ1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534950162191567122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNAX1_m-YTI/AAAAAAAABjA/lIxh-eezBHY/s1600/tumblr_l8oedqeuo01qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNAX1_m-YTI/AAAAAAAABjA/lIxh-eezBHY/s400/tumblr_l8oedqeuo01qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534950158413750578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNAWc9apFmI/AAAAAAAABi4/DgUGtYqc1Vw/s1600/tumblr_l8o1c2EBzd1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNAWc9apFmI/AAAAAAAABi4/DgUGtYqc1Vw/s400/tumblr_l8o1c2EBzd1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534948628816795234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you I love you, can I keep you forever?&lt;br /&gt;Casper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never go on trips with someone you do not love.&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;which is why i want to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m seventeen and I’m crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! NOW THAT MAKES SENSE! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7031832657236526989?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7031832657236526989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7031832657236526989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7031832657236526989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7031832657236526989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-tell-you-i-love-you-can-i-keep-you.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TNAX2NrrSRI/AAAAAAAABjI/QTopIoFevbo/s72-c/tumblr_l8on42c0SJ1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-4469404623892476064</id><published>2010-11-01T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:39:17.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN. i know its a bit late. but whatever. hope everyone enjoyed their halloween just like i did. (: anyways, went bugis with jia on wednesday with the intention of getting five presents including one for myself. BUT I WENT HOME EMPTY HANDED! LIKE WHAT?! but jia's company was really nice. (: and i had a macha shake with gelato that made me a very very very happy girl. :D it gave me the floaty floaty feeling. then fast forward to saturday, which i think i should skip the day part seeing i lost two freaking points for not writing the answer i was unsure about, seeing that it was the FREAKING RIGHT ONE! two marks is damn a lot to me. i could freaking fail the paper BECAUSE of that two marks! and so i just stoned all the way home. one message made me all gooey inside but it didnt happen in the end. ohwells. then came the night. gosh. messy messy plans and messy messy people. drink, drank, drunk. period. leo puked cos he drank for cally and i. sucha a sweet guy. (: got high twice. wee. but paid for it the next day cos i didnt sleep at allllll. loved the sunday morning, though one thing i cant understand. why in the world did i fell asleep on the couch but failed to sleep in the bed? Zzz. im just not made for good life. and i think the cab uncle took me for a ride. Zzz. ohwells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-4469404623892476064?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/4469404623892476064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=4469404623892476064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/4469404623892476064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/4469404623892476064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5760689877013342673</id><published>2010-10-29T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:34:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is extremely frustrating! i went bugis with the intention to buy presents for my sisters, daphne and genghui's birthday but i came back empty handed!! ): oh, plus i wanted to get a kimono style kinda dress for myself too since its been some time i bought new clothes. but darn! cant find anything suitable. though the macha shake gelato at MOF bugis made me extremely happyyyyy. (: it just gave me the happy, floaty feeling. wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up on the right side of the bed everyday k! &lt;s&gt;never huh. humph.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i agree with what aishah posted. 1. to love you lesser till there is no more. 2. to love you more to the extent that i can accept all the bads. i havent deceided which though. cos i hate making decisions. i'd rather avoid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5760689877013342673?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5760689877013342673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5760689877013342673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5760689877013342673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5760689877013342673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-extremely-frustrating-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-3603105888732149943</id><published>2010-10-28T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:51:59.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZYRgehIIVg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZYRgehIIVg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NWdrO4BoCu8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NWdrO4BoCu8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuttering - fefe dobson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a whole lotta things that I will forgive&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t take a liar&lt;br /&gt;I was by your side till the very end&lt;br /&gt;Till you pushed me in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to believe you but something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;You won’t look in my eyes tell me what’s going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is you and me against the world?&lt;br /&gt;That’s what you said, that’s what you said&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t be honest with me&lt;br /&gt;Then I’m afraid this is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up, hurry up&lt;br /&gt;If you ever really cared about me&lt;br /&gt;Tell the truth, give it up&lt;br /&gt;You’re still guilty cuz you’re stuttering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh ey ey ey ey ey oh oh oh oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you’re stuttering&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh ey ey ey ey ey oh oh oh oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you’re stuttering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the seconds turn into minutes now&lt;br /&gt;But you won’t give me an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me this, you can tell me that&lt;br /&gt;But don’t say you don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know you better than you know yourself&lt;br /&gt;So don’t say I’m crazy, I know very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is you and me against the world?&lt;br /&gt;That’s what you said, that’s what you said&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t be honest with me&lt;br /&gt;Then I’m afraid this is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up, hurry up&lt;br /&gt;If you ever really cared about me&lt;br /&gt;Tell the truth, give it up&lt;br /&gt;You’re still guilty cuz you’re stuttering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh ey ey ey ey ey oh oh oh oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you’re stuttering&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh ey ey ey ey ey oh oh oh oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you’re stuttering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I I I don’t don’t wanna hear your so-o-rry now&lt;br /&gt;The-uh-uh best thing you can do for me is just spit it out&lt;br /&gt;I I I don’t don’t wanna hear your so-o-rry now&lt;br /&gt;Stop stop stuttering your words&lt;br /&gt;It’s only making you look worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up, hurry up&lt;br /&gt;If you ever really cared about me&lt;br /&gt;Tell the truth, give it up&lt;br /&gt;You’re still guilty cuz you’re stuttering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh ey ey ey ey ey oh oh oh oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you’re stuttering&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh ey ey ey ey ey oh oh oh oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you’re stuttering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on stuttering (yeah you’re stuttering)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on stuttering (yeah you’re stuttering)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-3603105888732149943?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/3603105888732149943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=3603105888732149943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3603105888732149943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3603105888732149943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/stuttering-fefe-dobson-theres-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-6328746435461658079</id><published>2010-10-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:19:33.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;indispensable to somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Who I need is somebody that will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eat up all my free time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me; a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mutual addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;“— Chuck Palahniuk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6328746435461658079?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6328746435461658079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6328746435461658079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6328746435461658079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6328746435461658079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-want-is-to-be-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-6283225502860747736</id><published>2010-10-24T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:15:37.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yesterday was a disaster. but im thankful for my friends. hees. i got a tad bit drunk, tad bit over board and i cant believe i actually cried. like seriously! must be the alcohol's fault, it was an embarrassment, as usual when i get high. darn it! guess some things i just never learn. i was just lecturing myself for taking things too hard on my kids, they should have more fun during childhood. i didnt realise that ive been too hard on myself too. i gotta learn to let go, or rather, heck care more often. taking things too seriously isnt good for health. i'll get old faster. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower your expectations. That’s how you’re gonna be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Derek Thompson, The Tooth Fairy &lt;br /&gt;i like derek thompson as an actor. he's funny! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-6283225502860747736?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/6283225502860747736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=6283225502860747736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6283225502860747736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/6283225502860747736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-yesterday-was-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-8906594643742366353</id><published>2010-10-22T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:35:04.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, my moods depend on you but my life doesnt revolve around you lorr. tskkkk. AUSSIELAND HERE I COMEEEEE. so many wrongs pointing to that end. is that an end or a beginning? a change? whatever. i think too much. should learn to heed my own advice, but then again, who ever does? FUCK LIFEEEEEEE. just get it over and done with. too tedious to live through again. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;Ayn Rand (via reluctantbuddha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds EXACTLY like YOU. but than again. arghhs! screw giving up stuffs. its too tough for me too. no wonder you wont. just have to find someone that can tolerate it, too bad i cant. lalalaaaaaaaaaaaas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re not perfect. Any of us. We make mistakes, we screw up, but then we forgive and we move forward.&lt;br /&gt;“— The Last Song (via vanessasheart)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-8906594643742366353?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/8906594643742366353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=8906594643742366353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8906594643742366353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8906594643742366353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-my-moods-depend-on-you-but-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7160594993304714398</id><published>2010-10-19T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:48:22.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TL2rpjYAI0I/AAAAAAAABiY/YM0Ssyxpxws/s1600/tumblr_lahs4wzg5r1qzn34eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529764647839736642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TL2rpjYAI0I/AAAAAAAABiY/YM0Ssyxpxws/s400/tumblr_lahs4wzg5r1qzn34eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna blog about happy things too. i really should stop looking at the negatives and count my blessings. (: had a not too bad chat with nigel just now, after a long long time. silly nigel. he really talks about the most random things. arisa is coming backkk, bowling dateeeeee. shing is going to be done with her work and then we can plan our (maldives?) trip next june. yan is coming backkk tooo. had a really good chat with her all the way from aussieland. aww, im so touched. maybe next time, i can call? hopefully. drums drums drums, am enjoying the lessons but stressssss! cant get the grooves right. ): but its fun. and family? as long as they are healthy and happy, im happy too. i do wanna be happy, can i? or probably, im just not content with what i have. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consensus&lt;br /&gt;things are only the way they are because they are that way to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why people from the outside see it differently than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to say, hey, look it from the reality of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how true is reality when it is merely based on the majority opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowing from what i learnt in philo class, and what philosophers say alot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can consensus equal truth, when consensus basically just means what it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Consensus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tabstumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Send him some love and light every time you thing about him, then drop it.”&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always catch myself thinking about the past, when we didn’t argue and we were both okay. When things went smooth and it was never complicated between us.&lt;br /&gt;(via 365thoughts, 365thoughts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7160594993304714398?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7160594993304714398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7160594993304714398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7160594993304714398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7160594993304714398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanna-blog-about-happy-things-too.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TL2rpjYAI0I/AAAAAAAABiY/YM0Ssyxpxws/s72-c/tumblr_lahs4wzg5r1qzn34eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2091334188311949866</id><published>2010-10-18T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:12:29.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i think people expect too much from marriage today. they expect perfection. every moment should be bliss. that's like tv or movies. but that is not the human experience. like sarah says, twenty minutes here, forty good minutes there, it adds up to something beautiful. the trick is when things aren't so great, you don't junk the whole thing. it's okay to have an argument. it's okay that the other one annoys you a little, bothers you a little. it's part of being close to someone. but the joy you get from that same closeness - when you watch your children, when you wake up and smile at each other - that, as our tradition teaches us, is a blessing. people forget that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do they forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because the word 'commitment' has lost it's meaning. now a commitment is something you avoid. you don't want to tie yourself down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't commit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your choice. but you miss what's on the other side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ah. a happiness you cannot find &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a conversation between reb and mitch albom (have a little faith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked a mile with pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;she chatted all the way.&lt;br /&gt;but left me none the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;for all she had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked a mile with sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and ne'er a word said she.&lt;br /&gt;but oh! the things i learned from her.&lt;br /&gt;when sorrow walked with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robert browning hamilton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2091334188311949866?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2091334188311949866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2091334188311949866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2091334188311949866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2091334188311949866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-people-expect-too-much-from.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7283500305658278825</id><published>2010-10-16T21:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:41:46.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLm2wXdInTI/AAAAAAAABho/fPohNfCM8Ho/s1600/tumblr_la9760IN9k1qzz2moo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLm2wXdInTI/AAAAAAAABho/fPohNfCM8Ho/s400/tumblr_la9760IN9k1qzz2moo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528650959620185394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i know this feeling that im having. its called numbness. i seem to have had it before. dont feel positive nor negative, just seems like im falling into an abyss of 'why' without wanting to know that answers even. but i'll get over it. by filling my days with the books i never get to read, the music practices i never have the time to do, watching the shows i never got to watch and also work! how can i forget about work? gotta make myself busier than all my busy busy friends. so that i wont be tempted to ask them out or bother my friends that are miles awayyyy. am counting down to 19th and 22nd november! i'll be fine. i always be. its just us that never seem to go there. anyways, i think that mitch albom should stick to non-fiction. his latest fictino book isnt all too good. especially since its a christian one. no offense to christians but i prefer not to read about the almighty during my free time. and to think coincidently, our favourite book of his is 'for one more day'. oh, the irony of the title. oh yes, today is emo mv day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWcuQpnT9kg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWcuQpnT9kg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tl_Tz2JLESY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tl_Tz2JLESY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7PTXJ8acHFQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7PTXJ8acHFQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LFlY9kdh1I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LFlY9kdh1I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNF1_3K9i4g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNF1_3K9i4g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that life can change in the blink of an eye. all you have is right now. so don't ever put off telling someone how you feel about them, don't assume that they know, because they might not and it might be too late."&lt;br /&gt;-you're the one that i don't want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We accept the love we think we deserve&lt;br /&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via creepintomysoul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are gorgeous~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLm5OMTwraI/AAAAAAAABiQ/OIwzUnJLDe0/s1600/keira-knightley-neue-frisur-A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLm5OMTwraI/AAAAAAAABiQ/OIwzUnJLDe0/s400/keira-knightley-neue-frisur-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528653671047409058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keira knightley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLm5Nk__4ZI/AAAAAAAABiA/Ha3_KvgXZhQ/s1600/emma-watson-shorthair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLm5Nk__4ZI/AAAAAAAABiA/Ha3_KvgXZhQ/s400/emma-watson-shorthair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528653660495536530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emma watson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7283500305658278825?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7283500305658278825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7283500305658278825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7283500305658278825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7283500305658278825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-i-know-this-feeling-that-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLm2wXdInTI/AAAAAAAABho/fPohNfCM8Ho/s72-c/tumblr_la9760IN9k1qzz2moo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-8655395857660908837</id><published>2010-10-15T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T18:34:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont understand why do people wanna throw their life away. like you said, theres only one life, so why waste it on things that harm you, that cut short that already too short life? whos to say that you wont get hook after trying? i dont know if youre being like this to spite me or what. but hell, if thats the way you want it, fine. like i said, just dont include me in it. if thats what you intend to do, throwing your life away, i'd say, good luck. hope you have enough life to try all the outrageous shit you wanna try. im not saying live life the boring way, staying indoors all the time. yes, have fun. but good healthy fun that doesnt ruin your health. that all. but hey, its your life, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing someone shouldnt happen only when you feel lonely. in fact, it should be because youre missing someone, therefore you feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just goes to show how much you actually mean to someone when all they can offer is sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-8655395857660908837?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/8655395857660908837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=8655395857660908837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8655395857660908837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8655395857660908837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-understand-why-do-people-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1122616394070790020</id><published>2010-10-15T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T18:18:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ALMOST FREAKING DIEDDDDDDDD! IT WAS DAMN BLOODY PAINFUL AND THE STUPID DOC DIDNT ALLOW ME TO SCREAM. FUCK. if its painful, the first thing you do is to scream isnt it? moreover, i have phobia. the nurses were very nice though (: im talking about my wisdom tooth extraction. you wont see/hear of me going for the other side. !!! arghhsssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scars remind us of where we have been, they dont have to dictate where we are going.&lt;br /&gt;-criminal minds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1122616394070790020?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1122616394070790020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1122616394070790020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1122616394070790020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1122616394070790020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-almost-freaking-diedddddddd-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-3458358154020291854</id><published>2010-10-13T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:20:47.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything… affects everything. &lt;br /&gt;Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-3458358154020291854?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/3458358154020291854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=3458358154020291854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3458358154020291854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3458358154020291854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-dont-know-what-goes-on-in-anyones.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-8771795361577632542</id><published>2010-10-11T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:06:12.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you and that you’re standing in the doorway”&lt;br /&gt;—  “Going To Georgia” by The Mountain Goats &lt;br /&gt;ooh yums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant live a lie. i know i could say we're through and tell myself im over you. but even if i made a vow and promise not to miss you now. i try to hide the truth inside but id fail cause i just cant live a lie&lt;br /&gt;-carrie underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can say for sure, it has changed between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-8771795361577632542?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/8771795361577632542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=8771795361577632542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8771795361577632542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8771795361577632542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-cant-live-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1874358094026525727</id><published>2010-10-11T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:39:35.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first drums lesson today! i have a nice young teacher. hees! though it was kinda stressful, both mentally and physically. mentally cos i had to concentrate really really hard not to miss beats, but i still do. darn! physically cos my thighs and ankles hurt after pressing on the pedals. but all in all, a good start. :D next week, hello music clef with swollen mouth. ): imagine this, saturday - theory lesson, swollen. sunday - practical lesson, swollen. monday - drums, swollen. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my calls go unanswered, my questions left unsaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1874358094026525727?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1874358094026525727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1874358094026525727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1874358094026525727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1874358094026525727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-drums-lesson-today-i-have-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-9100210474488736109</id><published>2010-10-11T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:33:45.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone once told me, "you sure plan your schedules well. it's a sahme that youre not in events." ok, so i plan well, but things rarely go as planned, they do? and honestly, its kinda a joke to say i plan well when my plans never succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does he do it? he can always turn the whole situation around and make me sound like im the one at fault. maybe i need to pack up, and leave for somewhere else. to start afresh and just be happy for awhile. just a fantasy of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she said, "how can you ask if i love you? look at all ive done with you. what else would you call it?" that kind of love - the kind you realise you already have by the life that youve created together - thats the kind that lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-9100210474488736109?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/9100210474488736109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=9100210474488736109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/9100210474488736109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/9100210474488736109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/someone-once-told-me-you-sure-plan-your.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7083784972251716747</id><published>2010-10-11T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:28:48.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly, i dont feel like blogging even, but if i dont, im afraid i might explode. cos i cant talk to yan or arisa. i cant talk to shing or tobs. thats how little friends i have. im really upset. to why i am, i cant even explain. its just frustrating, you know? when you have a feeling but you cant tag the reason to it. i dont like being second or third or fourth place or whatsoever. i dont like this feeling. you can say im not but your actions show otherwise. or just maybe, you cant phrase your sentences properly, which is also why i prefer calling than smsing. cos you cant hear the tone, nor see the body language. i just dont like the way you put it. and when i cant understand, i get frustrated. even more when you dont explain. im so irritable now, so much so that i dont even have the mood to meet you, or shing or tobs. i just dont feel like. dont even want you to touch me. its that bad, and if you cant be bothered with me, then so be it. im too tired to care. ive better things to fret about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7083784972251716747?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7083784972251716747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7083784972251716747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7083784972251716747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7083784972251716747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/honestly-i-dont-feel-like-blogging-even.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5574759979317269506</id><published>2010-10-10T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:50:26.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLGbAe8FQRI/AAAAAAAABhg/fwwJSDc4KDM/s1600/ly1xdyh1Fnv683zyphK7e0pvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526368650367680786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLGbAe8FQRI/AAAAAAAABhg/fwwJSDc4KDM/s400/ly1xdyh1Fnv683zyphK7e0pvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLGa_6t0xuI/AAAAAAAABhY/vuZ3dcxx3JM/s1600/ly1xdyh1Fno61ftviDS9EeNho1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526368640644204258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLGa_6t0xuI/AAAAAAAABhY/vuZ3dcxx3JM/s400/ly1xdyh1Fno61ftviDS9EeNho1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite movie of all time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLGa_qVcvLI/AAAAAAAABhQ/kqa9-4b6n88/s1600/ly1xdyh1Fni8jfi0tRv13whJo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526368636246998194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLGa_qVcvLI/AAAAAAAABhQ/kqa9-4b6n88/s400/ly1xdyh1Fni8jfi0tRv13whJo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must learn to love the fool in me; the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Theodore Isaac Rubin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i must too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family is the only constant you can count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, my jaw is loose. it feels like its opened wide but its not. so that terriblely tired, achey feeling cant go away. i feel like my jaw is going to drop out. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5574759979317269506?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5574759979317269506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5574759979317269506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5574759979317269506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5574759979317269506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-must-learn-to-love-fool-in-me-one-who.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TLGbAe8FQRI/AAAAAAAABhg/fwwJSDc4KDM/s72-c/ly1xdyh1Fnv683zyphK7e0pvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-3899634061459625918</id><published>2010-10-09T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:08:25.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody dickhead. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIg8kNfJpsg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIg8kNfJpsg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive to say, i like the song, just not the singer. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad, when your life’s purpose and existence revolved around one person that seemed to matter the whole world to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you think about it, you realize, how can anyone love someone who has no soul, nothing whatsoever, to be loved for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it’s sad when you lose this person whom you set your purpose to. Cause you lose them, but more importantly you lose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;tabstumblr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-3899634061459625918?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/3899634061459625918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=3899634061459625918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3899634061459625918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/3899634061459625918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/bloody-dickhead.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-4245021377669063823</id><published>2010-10-09T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:19:55.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont fancy this feeling. this feeling of uneasiness. the kind where you dont feel like doing anything or nothing at all. the feeling of not knowing what or how to do whatever is needed. feels like my brain is battling with my heart, contridicting myself in ways that is terrifying. hoepfully, im not going to get split personalities. its like its fault either way i lean towards. i need to have outings, outings that allow me to concentrate on working my body and give my mind a rest. i also need to go out with different people, instead of just depending on you. cos you obviously dont depend much on me. it should be inter-dependence, not over-dependence. i still dont like this feeling, this feeling of uneasiness, and its still stuck with me. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-4245021377669063823?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/4245021377669063823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=4245021377669063823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/4245021377669063823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/4245021377669063823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-fancy-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1128795872262300116</id><published>2010-10-08T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:37:01.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK8eW68LKEI/AAAAAAAABg4/SfXLpN7ujaE/s1600/tumblr_l9bhhkp1vk1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525668646934489154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK8eW68LKEI/AAAAAAAABg4/SfXLpN7ujaE/s400/tumblr_l9bhhkp1vk1qaobbko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised ive been neglecting here, only updating with pictures and words taht arent mine. ok, so heres something to blog about, but it happened about a week ago.my colleagues and i were waiting for another colleague at woodlands mrt, when we saw a blind man. so since we had time, i went up to him to ask where he was headed. bus interchange, he said. but the thing is it was in the opposite direction that he was walking to. instead of turning around, which was the shorter way, i brought him around the whole mrt station. grr! was unfamiliar with woodlands and they had really bad sign directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im bruised, both in and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;念掛像風箏　不見面　有著線牽&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1128795872262300116?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1128795872262300116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1128795872262300116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1128795872262300116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1128795872262300116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-realised-ive-been-neglecting-here.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK8eW68LKEI/AAAAAAAABg4/SfXLpN7ujaE/s72-c/tumblr_l9bhhkp1vk1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-8110953101808442151</id><published>2010-10-08T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:58:58.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it always seem like a happy thing when people you love throw you surprises. i love surprises as long as they dont turn out shocking me instead. kinda envy those people who have friends that would go an extra mile to create a beautiful memory for them. iim not complaining that i dont have wonderful friends, cos i do! (: just being greedy i guess, being human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-8110953101808442151?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/8110953101808442151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=8110953101808442151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8110953101808442151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8110953101808442151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-always-seem-like-happy-thing-when.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-845187947219312752</id><published>2010-10-07T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:08:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iLVkB71I/AAAAAAAABgw/ZkFz0-0z2Kk/s1600/tumblr_koqmwqSEEU1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525321002248171346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iLVkB71I/AAAAAAAABgw/ZkFz0-0z2Kk/s400/tumblr_koqmwqSEEU1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iLBRrC7I/AAAAAAAABgo/Oqxc_ZaWmcY/s1600/tumblr_kontgs7tba1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525320996802464690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iLBRrC7I/AAAAAAAABgo/Oqxc_ZaWmcY/s400/tumblr_kontgs7tba1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iKrsF2GI/AAAAAAAABgg/eNZwK9N4IWg/s1600/tumblr_koipf3EtEg1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525320991007692898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iKrsF2GI/AAAAAAAABgg/eNZwK9N4IWg/s400/tumblr_koipf3EtEg1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iKIqU-QI/AAAAAAAABgY/lpJSZmOxvD4/s1600/ly1xdyh1Fqrw2nx9PohBTZiKo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525320981605054722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iKIqU-QI/AAAAAAAABgY/lpJSZmOxvD4/s400/ly1xdyh1Fqrw2nx9PohBTZiKo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iJsBZoKI/AAAAAAAABgQ/S9uzdsQDb6M/s1600/ly1xdyh1Fqrvyyur20lf9QiIo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525320973917200546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iJsBZoKI/AAAAAAAABgQ/S9uzdsQDb6M/s400/ly1xdyh1Fqrvyyur20lf9QiIo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just realize that things aren’t ever what you hoped they’d be. Not ever. For anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-845187947219312752?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/845187947219312752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=845187947219312752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/845187947219312752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/845187947219312752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-realize-that-things-arent-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TK3iLVkB71I/AAAAAAAABgw/ZkFz0-0z2Kk/s72-c/tumblr_koqmwqSEEU1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-1821816135318729422</id><published>2010-10-07T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:31:34.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But then there’s that one person. You let them in &amp; you trust them &amp; you think maybe, just maybe, everything you’ve ever gone through is worth it because you found someone on this messed up planet who knows you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-1821816135318729422?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/1821816135318729422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=1821816135318729422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1821816135318729422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/1821816135318729422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/but-then-theres-that-one-person.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-757769136532243033</id><published>2010-10-06T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:19:17.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>•Fine - This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up. Never use “fine” to describe how a woman looks - this will cause you to have one of those arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Five Minutes - This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the rubbish, so it’s an even trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Nothing - This means “something”, and you should be on your toes. “Nothing” is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. “Nothing” usually signifies an argument that will last “Five Minutes” and end with “Fine”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Go Ahead - At some point in the near future, you are going to be in some mighty big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Go Ahead (With Raised Eyebrows) - This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over “Nothing” and will end with the word “Fine”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Go Ahead (Neutral Expression) - This means “I give up” or “do what you want because I don’t care” You will get a “Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead” in just a few minutes, followed by “Nothing” and “Fine” and she will talk to you in about “Five Minutes” when she cools off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Loud Sigh - This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A “Loud Sigh” means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over “Nothing”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Soft Sigh - Again, not a word, but a non-verbal statement. “Soft Sighs” mean that she is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe, and she will stay content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•That’s Okay - This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. “That’s Okay” means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you back for whatever it is that you have done. “That’s Okay” is often used with the word “Fine” and in conjunction with a “Raised Eyebrow”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Please Do - This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn’t get a “That’s Okay”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Thanks - A woman is thanking you. Do not faint. Just say you’re welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Thanks A Lot - This is much different from “Thanks.” A woman will say, “Thanks A Lot” when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have offended her in some callous way, and will be followed by the “Loud Sigh.” Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the “Loud Sigh,” as she will only tell you “Nothing”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCk-dHJXI/AAAAAAAABgI/DzL6UIKr0SM/s1600/tumblr_ktm69zdkxI1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524934414628758898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCk-dHJXI/AAAAAAAABgI/DzL6UIKr0SM/s400/tumblr_ktm69zdkxI1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCkRiFy3I/AAAAAAAABgA/WupXSNHWgmI/s1600/tumblr_ktm67nxYAQ1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524934402570046322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCkRiFy3I/AAAAAAAABgA/WupXSNHWgmI/s400/tumblr_ktm67nxYAQ1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCkbdsuUI/AAAAAAAABf4/nekaCqv-qpE/s1600/tumblr_ktm6id6pDX1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524934405235980610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCkbdsuUI/AAAAAAAABf4/nekaCqv-qpE/s400/tumblr_ktm6id6pDX1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCj_L9deI/AAAAAAAABfw/diMaV6zMHyM/s1600/tumblr_ktm6fpA3RE1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524934397645387234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCj_L9deI/AAAAAAAABfw/diMaV6zMHyM/s400/tumblr_ktm6fpA3RE1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCjqK01aI/AAAAAAAABfo/XEOPzCWbI5g/s1600/tumblr_kth7ctefoa1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524934392003483042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCjqK01aI/AAAAAAAABfo/XEOPzCWbI5g/s400/tumblr_kth7ctefoa1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-757769136532243033?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/757769136532243033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=757769136532243033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/757769136532243033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/757769136532243033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/fine-this-is-word-women-use-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKyCk-dHJXI/AAAAAAAABgI/DzL6UIKr0SM/s72-c/tumblr_ktm69zdkxI1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5809473152353530196</id><published>2010-10-05T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:51:21.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKs7NLOU11I/AAAAAAAABe4/HmuultLGWYY/s1600/tumblr_kxt2slXe1K1qzrkrxo1_5006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524574465437259602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKs7NLOU11I/AAAAAAAABe4/HmuultLGWYY/s400/tumblr_kxt2slXe1K1qzrkrxo1_5006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKs7MhNq74I/AAAAAAAABew/U3iDLkw8jhE/s1600/tumblr_kxt2slXe1K1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524574454160224130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKs7MhNq74I/AAAAAAAABew/U3iDLkw8jhE/s400/tumblr_kxt2slXe1K1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKs4UTT7SGI/AAAAAAAABeY/rvBAjElPPNA/s1600/tumblr_kxt2slXe1K1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524571289332435042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKs4UTT7SGI/AAAAAAAABeY/rvBAjElPPNA/s400/tumblr_kxt2slXe1K1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone sees the same people everyday, they wind up becoming a part of that person’s life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.&lt;br /&gt;The Alchemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had come back into his life like a sudden flame; Noah stayed up all night contemplating the certain agony he knew would be his if he were to lose her twice.&lt;br /&gt;The Notebook submitted by amandahush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping Faith by Jodi Picoult (via kari-shma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will that day ever come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5809473152353530196?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5809473152353530196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5809473152353530196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5809473152353530196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5809473152353530196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/pretty-ooh-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKs7NLOU11I/AAAAAAAABe4/HmuultLGWYY/s72-c/tumblr_kxt2slXe1K1qzrkrxo1_5006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-7468080037839701867</id><published>2010-10-04T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:04:41.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To let go isn’t to forget, not to think about, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy or regret. Letting go isn’t winning, and it isn’t losing. It’s not about pride, and it’s not about how you appear, it’s not about obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn’t blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, it doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt or sadness. It’s not giving up or giving in. Letting go isn’t about loss, and it isn’t defeat. To let go of something is to cherish the memories, to overcome and move on. It’s having an open mind and confidence in the future. Letting go is accepting, it’s learning, it’s experiencing. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that once made you cry, laugh, love and grow. It’s about all that you had and all you still have. Letting go is having the courage to accept change and the strength to keep moving. It’s growing up, realising that a heart can sometimes change and it can also be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, clear a path and set yourself free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they’re alive. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-7468080037839701867?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/7468080037839701867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=7468080037839701867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7468080037839701867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/7468080037839701867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-let-go-isnt-to-forget-not-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2218129434442231602</id><published>2010-10-02T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:35:38.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one day, we'll make love like that every night. every day we'll wake up and you will teach me how to ride a bike and i will teach you how to sing. we will go into stores that are playing our favourite music and dance for five minutes and dance out again. we will eat good food and wash our dishes and talk and talk and talk. our lives will be filled with laughter, touching, bliss, joy. we will have notebooks jam packed with ideas. we will make beautiful things, funny things, smart things. i will hide my eyes in pride and embarrassment as you perform something outlandish for the crowd. we will make heaps of money. we will each become famous for our own respective work, as well as our work together. most of all, we will fall into bed every night, happy and exhausted and sure that this is the 100% right thing for us, i cant wait. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it when you stay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdQDLy7m6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/ucpNR9cPlAg/s1600/tumblr_l936z2ODqB1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523471483629444002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdQDLy7m6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/ucpNR9cPlAg/s400/tumblr_l936z2ODqB1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have our spot too, right at the top. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdQCzUgcxI/AAAAAAAABeI/51jXD5tPXNA/s1600/tumblr_l17t7sgway1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523471477059384082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdQCzUgcxI/AAAAAAAABeI/51jXD5tPXNA/s400/tumblr_l17t7sgway1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer stars though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdQCg2wqrI/AAAAAAAABeA/fc1djzOa9Ik/s1600/tumblr_l7lkqnXxyr1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523471472102779570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdQCg2wqrI/AAAAAAAABeA/fc1djzOa9Ik/s400/tumblr_l7lkqnXxyr1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i know. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdQCZ8l6SI/AAAAAAAABd4/019k6RFcsek/s1600/tumblr_l7ebtmBxiP1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523471470248192290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdQCZ8l6SI/AAAAAAAABd4/019k6RFcsek/s400/tumblr_l7ebtmBxiP1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdP2GHUQTI/AAAAAAAABdw/aB47wIR8X6E/s1600/tumblr_l0urc96NS21qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523471258766033202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdP2GHUQTI/AAAAAAAABdw/aB47wIR8X6E/s400/tumblr_l0urc96NS21qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, kinky~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdP13xmQEI/AAAAAAAABdo/QXaJbwjxhVQ/s1600/tumblr_kzq6lqbUUI1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523471254916841538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdP13xmQEI/AAAAAAAABdo/QXaJbwjxhVQ/s400/tumblr_kzq6lqbUUI1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses on the forehead are the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdP1s0cw8I/AAAAAAAABdg/SVjpXpvrq5U/s1600/tumblr_kzgvotvoZ41qzrkrxo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523471251976012738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdP1s0cw8I/AAAAAAAABdg/SVjpXpvrq5U/s400/tumblr_kzgvotvoZ41qzrkrxo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is pretty photos day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2218129434442231602?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2218129434442231602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2218129434442231602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2218129434442231602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2218129434442231602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-well-make-love-like-that-every.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TKdQDLy7m6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/ucpNR9cPlAg/s72-c/tumblr_l936z2ODqB1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-5244910990657949898</id><published>2010-09-29T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:56:03.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are those kind of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the &lt;strong&gt;passionate &lt;/strong&gt;ones. The ones where sex is constantly on your mind. You spend your days imagining fingertips, lips, teeth, and tongue exploring every inch of bare skin. Every date, you sit across from each other, both of you nodding your heads, barely tolerating the required pretense of interest in conversation before you can satisfy your urges. You crave each other. It’s insatiable. It’s short lived. Besides a strong desire to feel skin against skin, you have nothing in common. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those kind of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the &lt;strong&gt;needy &lt;/strong&gt;ones. The ones where the other person loves you, wants you, needs you desperately. You like them, you may even love them, but your feelings can never match theirs. They are always so far ahead of you. It’s clear to everyone that they love you more. They call you incessantly. They are offended when you do things without them. They forgive you instantly for any transgression. Without you, their life would have little or no meaning. You are the center of their world. It’s short lived. These relationships can’t last. The neediness of the other eventually eats away at you. It wears you out. It makes you realize that you can’t respect them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those kind of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the &lt;strong&gt;desperate&lt;/strong&gt; ones. The ones where you love the person so much more than they love you. The ones where you chase after the other person with all of your heart. You wake up early to fix your hair a certain way, dress a certain way, make them their favorite meals. You constantly try to remain interesting and attractive and alluring. You feel yourself putting other things aside, ignoring important things to satisfy them. You know you’re pathetic. You know that they can leave you at any moment. You’re entire life is filled with the insecurity of knowing that you love them more. They are everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those kind of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the&lt;strong&gt; real &lt;/strong&gt;ones. The ones where you like to talk, to play, to argue, and to fuck. The ones where you can’t stand each other and can’t stand to be apart from one another at the same time. The ones where you each have your own life, but you allow each other to enrich them instead of control them. The ones where you switch off being needy and desperate but generally are equally obsessed. The ones where you feel secure but not bored, where you are just as excited about the conversation you have during dinner as the sex you’ll have afterwards. You’ve seen each other bitchy, whiny, ugly, tired, sick and you still want each other desperately. It’s the ones where you know that neither of you is perfect, but you’re perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://eletheowl.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one do we fall under? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-5244910990657949898?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/5244910990657949898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=5244910990657949898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5244910990657949898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/5244910990657949898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-are-those-kind-of-relationships.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-8160448861193400517</id><published>2010-09-26T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:58:30.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TJ9QS6dgn7I/AAAAAAAABdQ/iHWbd6x-Gb4/s1600/tumblr_l845exFZsj1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521219954040414130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TJ9QS6dgn7I/AAAAAAAABdQ/iHWbd6x-Gb4/s400/tumblr_l845exFZsj1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t control when you lose your heart. The only thing you can do is trust - trust that the person who has your heart realizes its value.&lt;br /&gt;— Grey’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ae-qoFPINCc&amp;rel=0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ae-qoFPINCc&amp;rel=0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="380" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually like this song. and they sing better than the original singer. (: i'll marry the guy if he sings this to me man. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-8160448861193400517?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/8160448861193400517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=8160448861193400517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8160448861193400517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/8160448861193400517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-cant-control-when-you-lose-your.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rhYEVjeVWQ4/TJ9QS6dgn7I/AAAAAAAABdQ/iHWbd6x-Gb4/s72-c/tumblr_l845exFZsj1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11127818.post-2730512918565499162</id><published>2010-09-25T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:58:30.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do you do when the one thing that makes you happy makes everyone else you love unhappy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11127818-2730512918565499162?l=neverlandd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/feeds/2730512918565499162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11127818&amp;postID=2730512918565499162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2730512918565499162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11127818/posts/default/2730512918565499162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverlandd.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-do-you-do-when-one-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
