<?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-12198925</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:37:16.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spaxtic and retarded.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>retardedme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11730205158375236025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12198925.post-6765285981507244346</id><published>2007-02-22T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:05:53.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;He&lt;/strike&gt; She walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;He&lt;/strike&gt; She smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let &lt;strike&gt;him&lt;/strike&gt; her know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past &lt;strike&gt;his&lt;/strike&gt; her defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told &lt;strike&gt;him&lt;/strike&gt; her all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; begins to raise &lt;strike&gt;his&lt;/strike&gt; her voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant &lt;strike&gt;him&lt;/strike&gt; her one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;He&lt;/strike&gt; She will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;He&lt;/strike&gt; Sher will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;strike&gt;he'll&lt;/strike&gt; she'll say &lt;strike&gt;he's&lt;/strike&gt; she's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever happened, it's all long gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont let the past haunt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198925-6765285981507244346?l=deflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/6765285981507244346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198925&amp;postID=6765285981507244346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/6765285981507244346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/6765285981507244346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-you-step-one-you-say-we-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>retardedme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11730205158375236025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12198925.post-6298291230600270594</id><published>2007-02-14T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:01:06.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was great. till you have to just have to tell me about your stupid sister wanting something that you have too. it's really annoying how your parents always give them what they want. they're freaking pampered. and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it when you always complain to me, when you always do nothing. it's really pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;well, to tell you the truth, i regret getting you such expensive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i was rather upset when you said you forget to "top-up" your cash. it's not like i want you to treat me or whatever, cause even if you did bring the cash, i would have offered to pay too. but you know what, it just shows how much today means to you. i didnt say anything, hoping you would give me some other surpise or two that might make me feel a wee bit more better. but no, there's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying. but i cant. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just being bitchy and venting my anger here.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i dont want you to share that gift i gave you. not that im selfish. it's just that it's rather dangerous to do so. i dont want it to be dead/spoilt. you know your sisters. they destroy or maybe are too young to take care of things.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198925-6298291230600270594?l=deflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/6298291230600270594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198925&amp;postID=6298291230600270594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/6298291230600270594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/6298291230600270594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>retardedme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11730205158375236025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12198925.post-5560242699537131095</id><published>2007-02-13T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T10:14:07.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously, i hate myself for deleting my old posts. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked on tuesday. met sue! went to pet shop after work. met joth. he kept asking me to buy him animals. ask sue. not me. cause im buying for someone else. like you.&lt;br /&gt;so there's only 2 people that i know of, reading this blog now. i suppose. wee and neo.&lt;br /&gt;do take notice that i blog for both blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ah neo, meet up soon. we miss you. and just to let you know that you're still my close friend. xD   i still remember the days we had together! just you and me! :D dont overload yourself with work okie? :D health first please! i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to someone special,&lt;br /&gt;as the day gets shorter,&lt;br /&gt;and as the night gets longer,&lt;br /&gt;when you're here in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;and when im there in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;baby,&lt;br /&gt;i feel every beat of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;beating furtively by the side of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you baby.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY V's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;i will stand by you forever.&lt;br /&gt;like a guardian angel,&lt;br /&gt;i covered your eyes so you can never see pain.&lt;br /&gt;im there, even when im in absence.&lt;br /&gt;im that holy invisible light that will guide you home.&lt;br /&gt;shelter baby,&lt;br /&gt;i hold my soul up above you and block the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grey skies are filled with rainbows since the day you picked me up.&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/12198925-5560242699537131095?l=deflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/5560242699537131095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198925&amp;postID=5560242699537131095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/5560242699537131095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/5560242699537131095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/2007/02/seriously-i-hate-myself-for-deleting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>retardedme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11730205158375236025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12198925.post-117094970691901201</id><published>2007-02-08T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:48:26.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey pretty girl, look over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198925-117094970691901201?l=deflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/117094970691901201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198925&amp;postID=117094970691901201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/117094970691901201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/117094970691901201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-pretty-girl-look-over-here.html' title=''/><author><name>retardedme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11730205158375236025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12198925.post-117025749786662639</id><published>2007-01-31T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:31:37.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>relationship is bad. it kills you.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, we need it. ironic. and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be wearing me out. lately, i found myself clinging on to unreality. it should be okie by now. but it's now. maybe it's just getting worst. maybe it's just the start of a wonderful journey. maybe, im just pushing myself to the edge again, and without a doubt, i will fall again in the pit i once crawled out from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not like how i used to be. it seems like my whole world is changing. i lose part of my self-humour. jokes dont crack me up like how it does in the past. friends are pushed way back of my mind. it's not everything now. i see poly as a place to achieve a certificate and to get out. it's not a place i want to be, but where i had to be. i spend time being alone. soon, i was walking out of the school gate, going home myself.&lt;br /&gt;each day, i found myself having lesser and lesser reasons to smile. the past catches up on me, and i dont really have a suitable person to share my memories with. maybe i do. but i just dont want to make them bored of what i have to say. or to arose any mixed feelings. maybe that's adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it takes two freaking hands to clap", and i see myself swinging my palm on air.&lt;br /&gt;games are good. they kill time. work's better. but i hate talking to people now a days. i just want to type what i want to say out. not say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;ih wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198925-117025749786662639?l=deflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/117025749786662639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198925&amp;postID=117025749786662639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/117025749786662639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/117025749786662639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/2007/01/relationship-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>retardedme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11730205158375236025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12198925.post-117018160680361125</id><published>2007-01-30T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T10:26:46.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK TO THE OLD AGE! HAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been really pissed about morons visiting my blog. and giving unnecessary comments. and using my blog for some other stupid reasons. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. im moving back to the old one. :D hahaa. so yeah. when they're finally gone, i will move back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198925-117018160680361125?l=deflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/117018160680361125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198925&amp;postID=117018160680361125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/117018160680361125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/117018160680361125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-old-age-hahaha-d-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>retardedme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11730205158375236025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12198925.post-111772436886638398</id><published>2005-06-02T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T07:59:28.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BLOG MOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thrillsandswirls-.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELINK PLEASE !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12198925-111772436886638398?l=deflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/111772436886638398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12198925&amp;postID=111772436886638398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/111772436886638398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12198925/posts/default/111772436886638398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-moved-httpthrillsandswirls.html' title=''/><author><name>retardedme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11730205158375236025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
