<?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-7216974672951907342</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:26:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tree that tells the seasons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-8827289976539301284</id><published>2010-07-29T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:05:03.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The  wounds remain. In time, the mind, (protecting its sanity), covers them  with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But, it is never gone.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-8827289976539301284?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/8827289976539301284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-has-been-said-time-heals-all-wounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/8827289976539301284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/8827289976539301284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-has-been-said-time-heals-all-wounds.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-5195070948166247821</id><published>2010-05-02T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:55:00.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow, anyhow, there are some thoughts or feelings that I can never suppress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-5195070948166247821?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/5195070948166247821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/05/somehow-anyhow-there-are-some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5195070948166247821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5195070948166247821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/05/somehow-anyhow-there-are-some-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-2365481037737278795</id><published>2010-04-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:33:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, the worst thing about flu is the part where your nose gets block -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-2365481037737278795?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/2365481037737278795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-usual-worst-thing-about-flu-is-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/2365481037737278795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/2365481037737278795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-usual-worst-thing-about-flu-is-part.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-4507573324963839634</id><published>2010-04-04T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:55:25.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Break my heart for what breaks Yours&lt;br /&gt;Everything I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am for Your Kingdom's cause&lt;br /&gt;As I walk from earth  into eternity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-4507573324963839634?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/4507573324963839634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/04/break-my-heart-for-what-breaks-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/4507573324963839634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/4507573324963839634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/04/break-my-heart-for-what-breaks-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-5776992824390729436</id><published>2010-04-03T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:38:01.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. "A WORD YOU CAN KEEP" some people simply never get the meaning of these words. And no, i do not wish to be your back up plan. I wish i can ignore all your incoming, so i don't have to face the trouble of the outgoing. Or the wrestle of thoughts like a duel between my brain and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be a better day. After this headache is gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-5776992824390729436?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/5776992824390729436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/04/crash-and-burn-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5776992824390729436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5776992824390729436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/04/crash-and-burn-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-5375878846945097830</id><published>2010-03-28T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:52:51.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my turn to say "time to move on!"&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, it's not even "guess it's time to move it"&lt;br /&gt;I am certain that it's not a guess. I've guessed enough for a month over silly things and i'm done with guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love Daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;"I got over you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-5375878846945097830?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/5375878846945097830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-my-turn-to-say-time-to-move-on-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5375878846945097830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5375878846945097830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-my-turn-to-say-time-to-move-on-and.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-3938848579425177148</id><published>2010-03-21T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:33:52.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've a weird brain&lt;br /&gt;so weird such that i don't understand people&lt;br /&gt;and people don't understand me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-3938848579425177148?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-155808818988162177</id><published>2010-03-17T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:56:43.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the part of me that feels sorry is asking if "sorry" would make me feel better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-155808818988162177?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/155808818988162177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/part-of-me-that-feels-sorry-is-asking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/155808818988162177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/155808818988162177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/part-of-me-that-feels-sorry-is-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-1241038871751919707</id><published>2010-03-16T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:08:02.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're just a natural disaster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-1241038871751919707?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/1241038871751919707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-just-natural-disaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/1241038871751919707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/1241038871751919707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-just-natural-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-6998135348371197871</id><published>2010-03-09T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:14:49.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know me well enough that i'm always playing defensive&lt;br /&gt;It only turns offensive when you step on my tail&lt;br /&gt;not that i really have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why some people enjoy pulling strings for their younger relatives or friends. Maybe I should not use the word "younger" but "young". Even at the age of 16, and they believe that they are mature enough to go into a relationship, then go ahead. But some others are just so free that they are finding partners for their younger relatives, and it's not like they live a life with a wonderful partner. All I remember about that specific person is his life was pretty much screwed up with his immature thoughts about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays can be really boring. Or really horrible when you spend the evening hearing your brother whine over the wound he got from PE. It's not even that a big deal until he refuse to listen to me and bandage guaze over it. Sticky matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh. CSI (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-6998135348371197871?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/6998135348371197871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/know-me-well-enough-that-im-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/6998135348371197871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/6998135348371197871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/know-me-well-enough-that-im-always.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-5099655003878598706</id><published>2010-03-05T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:45:26.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's not the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-5099655003878598706?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/5099655003878598706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-weekend-but-its-not-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5099655003878598706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5099655003878598706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-weekend-but-its-not-same.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-3083520407462074346</id><published>2010-03-02T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:11:34.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"He will carry you through"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-3083520407462074346?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/3083520407462074346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-will-carry-you-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3083520407462074346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3083520407462074346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-will-carry-you-through.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-3995122112079484461</id><published>2010-02-28T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:54:39.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Convincing works out just fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-3995122112079484461?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/3995122112079484461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/convincing-works-out-just-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3995122112079484461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3995122112079484461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/convincing-works-out-just-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-459094062936853140</id><published>2010-02-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:12:46.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's when you start looking at past year papers..&lt;br /&gt;then you start to worry =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-459094062936853140?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/459094062936853140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-when-you-start-looking-at-past-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/459094062936853140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/459094062936853140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-when-you-start-looking-at-past-year.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-1975178564751017177</id><published>2010-02-20T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:27:47.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember that once i said, "one day you'll look back and see how much you've changed". And either you are trying to prove me wrong now, or your pretense was so good it seemed so true. I just wonder if you still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at how some people can simply be so "lovable" and fool everyone else around. No more such nonsense, bcos now my eyes are wide open to see who you really are. And no, i didnt not wake up on the wrong side of bed today. I dont usually snap at people early in the morning (: For the record, you arent the first. And dont expect me to do any more things for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parent's cell group came over for dinner (: and wine tastes so good by itself, with sprite or with sparkling juice. Three cups bcos it's so addictive. Is it still considered drinking? One thing is for sure, they have really good fellowship. Wish my group was like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i should really be studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-1975178564751017177?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/1975178564751017177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-remember-that-once-i-said-one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/1975178564751017177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/1975178564751017177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-remember-that-once-i-said-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-1323263606722115382</id><published>2010-02-18T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:33:57.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i see.&lt;br /&gt;where i stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-1323263606722115382?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/1323263606722115382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/1323263606722115382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/1323263606722115382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-6307240949547722977</id><published>2010-02-16T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:15:06.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In defense&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to go "does this matter?" for everything I come across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe that small voice inside of me would just go "nope"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignorance is bliss bcos curiosity kills not only the cat, but anything and everything else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-6307240949547722977?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/6307240949547722977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-defense-i-would-like-to-go-does-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/6307240949547722977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/6307240949547722977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-defense-i-would-like-to-go-does-this.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-1288191110725966246</id><published>2010-02-16T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:47:35.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahas&lt;br /&gt;she watches BIGGEST LOSER with a bag of peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come she's the one eating all the junk, and i'm the one getting the ulcers? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-1288191110725966246?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/1288191110725966246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/hahas-she-watches-biggest-loser-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/1288191110725966246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/1288191110725966246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/hahas-she-watches-biggest-loser-with.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-5054496117872854095</id><published>2010-02-15T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:25:18.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Events like such are routines. Annual routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief is good (:&lt;br /&gt;I want those shoes with wingssss! Even though it's not quite possible. But think of it this way! There will be lesser greenhouse gases! and we can all travel fast! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would like to listen to the bad stuff? But i will still say anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You can't say people don't love you enough when all you do is reject. So then, it's back to you. Will you accept? or reject?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-5054496117872854095?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/5054496117872854095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/events-like-such-are-routines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5054496117872854095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5054496117872854095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/events-like-such-are-routines.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-3631209023068790457</id><published>2010-02-09T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:41:12.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum said i shouldn't be a police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would just make me into a person without feelings even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-3631209023068790457?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/3631209023068790457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mum-said-i-shouldnt-be-police-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3631209023068790457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3631209023068790457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mum-said-i-shouldnt-be-police-it.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-2918032815011357576</id><published>2010-02-07T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:33:48.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>breathe&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;just dont hyperventilate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've exhausted all my energy on trying to pronounce words properly and speaking slowly.&lt;br /&gt;And if things just dont turn out right tmr, then i've nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tmr! i'll be fyp-less! :D&lt;br /&gt;(then you can start studying for LMBS and MMB)&lt;br /&gt;sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. one more thing. i pray i'll not have body aches tmr.&lt;br /&gt;weakling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-2918032815011357576?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/2918032815011357576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/breathe-breathe-breathe-just-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/2918032815011357576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/2918032815011357576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/breathe-breathe-breathe-just-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-7888786392594317791</id><published>2010-02-05T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:19:37.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hate my annoying internet. It cost me a hour or more filling up NIE's form THREE times bcos it disconnected. I can close my eyes and click now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness it's weekends. This weeks was crazy busy. Next week also. Considering that there is FYP presentation which i NEEED to learn now to speak s-l-o-w-l-y. And two other tests which i've not studied for at all. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. BBQ tmr. And i'm not even sure if they've received my payment. If no payment = no food? If they did and did not inform me as they said they would, i am so going to demand for a compensation for making me worried for the night. What is the point of telling me instructions which you will not follow?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;and my life sucks -emos-&lt;br /&gt;hahas! GOING TO SLEEEEP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-7888786392594317791?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/7888786392594317791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/hate-my-annoying-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/7888786392594317791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/7888786392594317791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/02/hate-my-annoying-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-3554968496283200800</id><published>2010-01-31T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:43:30.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a quarter after one...&lt;br /&gt;this song playing now is super nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why i'm so tired even though my life is not a demanding as some of my friends. More than often, i don't think i have the right to say that i'm tired. But i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;application application application application&lt;br /&gt;and many more things on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-3554968496283200800?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/3554968496283200800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/quarter-after-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3554968496283200800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3554968496283200800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/quarter-after-one.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-5376656112493840576</id><published>2010-01-30T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:31:58.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. Sucks.&lt;div&gt;What can i and should i apply for in uni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biological science?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry and biological chemistry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just go NIE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i dont really want chem and biochem. It's all CHEMISTRYYY. But if i cant get into life science at NUS or bioscience in NTU then i'll get into NIE? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i might as well be screwed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please show me that you have a plan. Bcos i'm really lost ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-5376656112493840576?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/5376656112493840576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5376656112493840576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5376656112493840576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-3642195711243164680</id><published>2010-01-28T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:20:54.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stay firm and stand strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-3642195711243164680?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/3642195711243164680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/stay-firm-and-stand-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3642195711243164680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3642195711243164680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/stay-firm-and-stand-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-8207451262555501334</id><published>2010-01-27T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:07:21.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some days i wish things would just slow down, bcos i'm living in the past&lt;br /&gt;i thought today is tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up looking for white formal top. It's like the hardest thing to hunt for on earth. Besides, i dont think i have the luxury to waste time on such things. Just yesterday, i saw how terrible the next few weeks are going to be. Though it may be the last few weeks, i predict it is going to also be the most dreadful weeks. Then i see how my weeks are always a cycle; weekdays = school and weekends = church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i'm done fighting for what i want and stop creating more trouble than i can manage. So why can't things fit perfectly? There are things that we all thought might happen. But to me, it has already began. And after all the expiratory dates, i could just be immune to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it didnt matter, but it would have if there was a stronger foundation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-8207451262555501334?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/8207451262555501334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-days-i-wish-things-would-just-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/8207451262555501334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/8207451262555501334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-days-i-wish-things-would-just-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-8072679436816985085</id><published>2010-01-24T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:09:34.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do you do when you don't even know you've offended someone&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you don't even know you've quarreled with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcos all i did was kept wondering why&lt;br /&gt;why it broke without a known cause&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-8072679436816985085?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/8072679436816985085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-do-when-you-dont-even-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/8072679436816985085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/8072679436816985085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-do-when-you-dont-even-know.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-5469792962423621338</id><published>2010-01-23T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:13:49.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why people have the habit of being late. Like how people can turn up an hour late for cell. I was late today, and rushing to school didnt seem very fun. Or does it simply reflect your attitude? "Oh heck, late only what." It's annoying. Really annoying. Especially when you're the one waiting. What is the point of stating the time to meet when people are just going to be late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have time to breathe. No more reports, assignments, powerpoints or logbooks. Things just keep dragging and dragging and they simply seem endless.&lt;br /&gt;Weekends don't make a difference anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what i've said. And i'm not sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-5469792962423621338?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/5469792962423621338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5469792962423621338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/5469792962423621338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-week.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-6698097778007110727</id><published>2010-01-20T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:15:39.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what seemed so right yesterday, didn't seem so right today anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Patience. I'm sorry if you lost yours with me. Bcos now i do realise that there is a right and wrong. It just isnt wrong to share what you have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a silent world. Bcos people don't see what they can do anymore. But when they do, they are the peace destroyers simply bcos they are different being the opposite. I know i shouldn't let my anger take over. But sometimes, it is what drives me to do certain things better. I wish people would have more guts to stand for what they want. Then again, i really hate my guts bcos it never fails to get me into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you've got my back. You've got me covered. Show it to me then. If not, don't ever wonder why i don't trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to speak to so many people today. But i just don't have the time or energy left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-6698097778007110727?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/6698097778007110727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-seemed-so-right-yesterday-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/6698097778007110727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/6698097778007110727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-seemed-so-right-yesterday-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-2016773771605033872</id><published>2010-01-19T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:39:48.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rejection once again.&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what's gotten into me but it just seem like the right thing to do. I'm sorry if i'm missing out all the fun times or if i just feel so distant. But i'm glad that at least we have the time in school to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bit for everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometime we fall down and can’t get back up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We’re hiding behind skin that’s too tough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How come we don’t say I love you enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till it’s too late, it’s not too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our hearts are hungry for a food that won’t come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We could make a feast from these crumbs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we’re all staring down the barrel of a gun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if your life flashed before you, what would you wish you would’ve done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah… gotta start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking at the hand of the time we’ve been given here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is all we got and we gotta start thinkin’ it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every second counts on a clock that’s tickin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta live like we’re dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We only got 86 400 seconds in a day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To turn it all around or throw it all away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em while we got the chance to say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta live like we’re dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Continued after the jump) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well if you plane fell out of the skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who would you call with your last goodbyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should be so careful who we live out of our lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So when we long for absolution, there’ll be no one on the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Live like we're dying, Kris Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-2016773771605033872?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/2016773771605033872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/rejection-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/2016773771605033872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/2016773771605033872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/rejection-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-346251781380879251</id><published>2010-01-18T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:16:38.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that was quite some drama outside my window this morning.&lt;br /&gt;4am -.- instead of sleeping, i'm watching this annoying couple quarrel on the streets. Shouting, slapping, pulling, pushing and multiple "F"s. For a moment there i was wondering if i should call the police. But the girl got ditched. And she sat there crying until i left my house at 7am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyday would be a weekend. Or time would just be still now bcos i've so much to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-346251781380879251?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/346251781380879251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-was-quite-some-drama-outside-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/346251781380879251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/346251781380879251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-was-quite-some-drama-outside-my.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-3889431670065310509</id><published>2010-01-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:40:58.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that fuzzy feeling (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing about receiving salvation and backsliding is so complicated. Do we view salvation and being saved as two different things? Like receiving salvation is being saved. But what if people backslide? Are they still saved? But they received salvation what. Then if you backslide and somehow believed again, will you be saved? But they say you can only receive salvation once.&lt;br /&gt;And when you bring this up at the dinner table, I realised how much my parents know and how they are never slow to speak and quick to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just yesterday, i called my mum to tell her off bcos she never waits for people to finish saying then hang up on the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about patience..sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Geena, Giff and Kenneth today after class with PONYOOO (hahas!) Maybe i should go arcade more often. The shooting game i played with Geena as as team didnt even last for a minute. Idiots like me never know how to reload guns. hahas! And my aiming sucks. But it was fun (: esp with good company (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the strong wind is blowing the fresh new leaves into my room again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-3889431670065310509?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/3889431670065310509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-fuzzy-feeling-whole-thing-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3889431670065310509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3889431670065310509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-fuzzy-feeling-whole-thing-about.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216974672951907342.post-3961229247632420997</id><published>2010-01-17T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:46:32.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new start (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years go by and time just seems to fly&lt;br /&gt;But the memories remain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216974672951907342-3961229247632420997?l=footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/3961229247632420997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-start-years-go-by-and-time-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3961229247632420997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216974672951907342/posts/default/3961229247632420997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://footprintsofyesterday.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-start-years-go-by-and-time-just.html' title=''/><author><name>~ PiGEon ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14146529368410513886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
