<?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-6593924900905760052</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:17:34.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead &amp; The Gorgeous</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06953555682365387015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POxTZ0rNHFo/SUSry2BpnkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8dzWTcH6SS0/S220/ikeepitlockedup.jpg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593924900905760052.post-3709771658107545084</id><published>2008-12-26T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:39:13.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Day: 1 Day after Christmas (Boxing Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;It has been Long. But no seems to be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But today, today will be something worth celebrating for. It's my post-christmas shopping day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;After months of longing and aching, I finally will be able to cure the thirst of the unspeakable .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hooray for me. As for now I would begin the countdown to school. officially a week more till all of this past away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Happy Memories To The Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593924900905760052-3709771658107545084?l=forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/3709771658107545084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-black-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default/3709771658107545084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default/3709771658107545084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-black-friday.html' title='The New Black Friday'/><author><name>Fayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06953555682365387015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POxTZ0rNHFo/SUSry2BpnkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8dzWTcH6SS0/S220/ikeepitlockedup.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593924900905760052.post-689011254810126653</id><published>2008-12-16T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:04:07.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes To Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My body is screaming &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PAIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm sick and dying any moment... The rush of blood is rising to my brain. Argh!.. Today's a not so very good day. Besides from having fun during guitar lesson (second day), had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAJOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;headache D= . The feeling sucks. Damn it. Can't breathe anymore. It's minutes to midnight and I so am going to stop typing this stupid thing anymore. I need rest (lots of it) if I still want to attend lesson tomorrow. Hope I'll be better. And Kids out there, here's a lesson I learnt today, whenever you have the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SOREST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sore throat, don't ever take strepsils because it only helps by producing more phylum. ( seriously, shrew whatever  that is written on the box. Take my advice:D ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;God &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HEAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the sick! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;* Coughs..* Sniff Sniff *..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593924900905760052-689011254810126653?l=forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/689011254810126653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/2008/12/minutes-to-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default/689011254810126653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default/689011254810126653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/2008/12/minutes-to-midnight.html' title='Minutes To Midnight'/><author><name>Fayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06953555682365387015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POxTZ0rNHFo/SUSry2BpnkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8dzWTcH6SS0/S220/ikeepitlockedup.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593924900905760052.post-2386709314607546080</id><published>2008-12-15T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:48:54.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Monday Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Its Monday! , My worst day of the week! Where almost everything I do or suppose to do Shrews up. Just as I was fighting my way out of bed (0930 hrs), I realize that my alarm clock which was suppose to wake me up at 0830 hrs failed to do what it was made too, which is not unusual because my alarm clock has a mind of it's own..i found out that actually on most mondays, it won't/doesn't want to ring!=D So on school days monday is the day where everything becomes real slowww....the day passes slowly, school passes even more more slowly and therefore,, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It SUCKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;oh well, too bad for me. That's not the point actually today wasn't as sucky, because even though i woke up late for my guitar class/camp, I still made it on time! YAY it's 0443 hrs but I'm.......... still in class...! BOO (slacking now=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's very funn, learn a lot of new chords and songs=D gonna learn for the entire week (as mention guitar camp D= ) But who cares anyway I get to spend doing something I enjoyy rather than rotting my ass off at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Holiday is so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;fun at all when you're in Singapore, so little kids, don't look forward to it=) Unless you really really really don't mind rotting your butt off...(literally) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's 2 more weeks to School. Should I be looking forward? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(maybe not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593924900905760052-2386709314607546080?l=forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/2386709314607546080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-monday-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default/2386709314607546080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default/2386709314607546080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-monday-post.html' title='Black Monday Post'/><author><name>Fayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06953555682365387015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POxTZ0rNHFo/SUSry2BpnkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8dzWTcH6SS0/S220/ikeepitlockedup.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593924900905760052.post-3445294540495543032</id><published>2008-12-14T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:06:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's SunShine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Sunday is where for some people, the end of a week or the beginning of a whole new week. For me, Sunday is when I go to church and present myself before my God and thinking/flashing of my past doings and confessing them before Him. And that's what I do on MOST sundays, well, for today, It was a bit different. I had a really heavy heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;that I just could not unload. I just could not focus anymore on what I had to do. And I kept thinking, whether there was the need to even do so, and by that, I all ready felt so guilty. I mean of Course it's not a want to situation it's a need to.(If you know what I mean) Like in the bible, the verse which said: "Come all those who are heavy burden and I will give you rest" And plus it's like a sin to come before the Lord without a peaceful heart. I know all these stuff, but it's just that..haiya..there are so many questions I want to find the answer to. Why I'm I filled with so much doubt. Screw it.. And that was how i battled with myself in church today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;May God &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my unbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593924900905760052-3445294540495543032?l=forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/3445294540495543032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/2008/12/sundays-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default/3445294540495543032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default/3445294540495543032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/2008/12/sundays-sunshine.html' title='Sunday&apos;s SunShine'/><author><name>Fayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06953555682365387015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POxTZ0rNHFo/SUSry2BpnkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8dzWTcH6SS0/S220/ikeepitlockedup.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6593924900905760052.post-7292634805056678100</id><published>2008-12-13T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:20:12.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Wish I Had 10 Bloody Grand..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If I had Ten Grand, things would not be what it is today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I could be a hero, I could be the top of the world, I could be anything or anyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes i struggle through this period in my life where i feel so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Desperate Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Money, like African Kids longing for water or struggling to survive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why do I feel this way.. God knows.. I try not to ask for too much.. but every time i step out of the house, every time i walk into a shop, every time i look at something so gorgeous, my heart bleeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why can't I not stop thinking about it and be happy for the things i have? What is wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Temptation Is Everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trying to resist. But not knowing how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maybe I should just lock myself in a cave. Then I will not face my deepest fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God I pray to you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not fall into the dark hole where turning back would be the Impossibe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6593924900905760052-7292634805056678100?l=forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/feeds/7292634805056678100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-i-wish-i-had-10-bloody-grand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default/7292634805056678100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6593924900905760052/posts/default/7292634805056678100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthedeadandgorgeous.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-i-wish-i-had-10-bloody-grand.html' title='How I Wish I Had 10 Bloody Grand..'/><author><name>Fayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06953555682365387015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_POxTZ0rNHFo/SUSry2BpnkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8dzWTcH6SS0/S220/ikeepitlockedup.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
