<?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-4074595143592376891</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:31:00.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving every bit of you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074595143592376891.post-1537872964478320587</id><published>2009-12-30T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:48:39.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Perspective...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Couldn't sleep for the past few days. Usually I would just sit in bed thinking of nothing and when I think of nothing, I start to think of death. Not trying to be an emo shit or something but in one of the earlier posts I mentioned something of this sort. My greatest fear is death. I'm not scared of going to heaven or hell;&amp;nbsp;Death I presumme is far worst than hell.&amp;nbsp;Although I'm a christian (not confirmed yet though) somewhere deep down there in my heart I guestion his existence and then I go further to questionthe existence of&amp;nbsp;heaven. The very first memory I ever had was the silence of darkness and then&amp;nbsp;waking up shocked in the middle of the night, like all of a sudden I suddenly came to exist. That's why I tried to imagine death being the very opposite. So I guess my greatest fear is the silence. One day, we must all go to our silent grave never to be heard of again. Its a scary thought to me and thats why I'm gonna live life to fullest from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna smell those roses and enjoy every fuckin bit of it even those fucking thorns cause those thorns remind me that I'm still fucking alive.I'm gonna quit playing computer games, those things are stupid time wasters and aren't fun if your gonna play like an rpg by yourself or something. I'll probably still play multiplayer games with friends cause its them I'm playing for them, the ones that truelly matter. Gonna pick up as many instruments as possible.There's so much to see, so much to do. Never gonna regret my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Those out there who care enough for me that I might be turning into some weird hippie fag, don't worry. I'll still be that dumbass you always knew.&amp;nbsp;I got this post to prove it. Cause why would anyone visit my dumbass blog?That's right no one. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Note: OH and you. Yea you, the one sitting there reading my blog, laughing at me. If you haven't noticed, I just called you a nobody. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Someday - Sugar Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Something From my childhood that I remeber till today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQSCKWfJlXs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQSCKWfJlXs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-1537872964478320587?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/1537872964478320587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=1537872964478320587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/1537872964478320587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/1537872964478320587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-perspective.html' title='A New Perspective...'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-6285431948151518810</id><published>2009-05-24T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:21:12.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dosage of dumbass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgot to give ya a dose of dumbass:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPH6mgrWI/AAAAAAAAABw/cplNpQZ0JgM/s1600-h/33888_bathroominstructions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339315461888716130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPH6mgrWI/AAAAAAAAABw/cplNpQZ0JgM/s400/33888_bathroominstructions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPHm13pqI/AAAAAAAAABo/2kNhrBv3yYA/s1600-h/39263_wellwellwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339315456584427170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPHm13pqI/AAAAAAAAABo/2kNhrBv3yYA/s400/39263_wellwellwell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Audi Asked for it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPnwg7mOI/AAAAAAAAACg/vbf6ExxA-HA/s1600-h/bmwvsaudi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339316008936773858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPnwg7mOI/AAAAAAAAACg/vbf6ExxA-HA/s400/bmwvsaudi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New meaning to carpool:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPnsl92LI/AAAAAAAAACY/rpCKmsJ1mUo/s1600-h/carpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339316007884150962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPnsl92LI/AAAAAAAAACY/rpCKmsJ1mUo/s400/carpool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gun fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPnQWzIEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RsBWnqucaVc/s1600-h/48521_gunsfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339316000304341058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPnQWzIEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RsBWnqucaVc/s400/48521_gunsfire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1st guy: I put the guns on fire When I saw the enemy Sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd guy: I said fire you guns not put your gun on fire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1st: Does this means I'm fired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and here's a video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robot high School:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lL87tiCpOpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lL87tiCpOpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-6285431948151518810?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/6285431948151518810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=6285431948151518810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6285431948151518810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6285431948151518810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2009/05/dosage-of-dumbass.html' title='Dosage of dumbass'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkPH6mgrWI/AAAAAAAAABw/cplNpQZ0JgM/s72-c/33888_bathroominstructions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074595143592376891.post-331370803220710481</id><published>2009-05-24T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:08:28.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally updated!w00t!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Right here again so yea...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry haven't been updating but I'm tryiog to focus on my studies lately...&lt;br /&gt;Dammit english&lt;br /&gt;Dammit physics&lt;br /&gt;Dammit chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Dammit combined&lt;br /&gt;Dammit Add Maths and&lt;br /&gt;Dammit Geog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought i could do better than that..its...its...its so infuriating&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised I got an A2 with E.Maths... Then again the paper was fuckin' easy...so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIR5 =======&gt; 27 most likely...&lt;br /&gt;I mean its def... better than the last but dammit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Definitely people around me did better but those who didnt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;A motivational message from Eugene truly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;YOUR FUCKED FOR LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What the fuck is the matter with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;You just lost to moi, Eugene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What the hell were you thinking?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Come on you can definitely do better than that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;don't be fuckin' lazy and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;DO THIS SHIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;REMEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;YOUR NOT ME YOU CAN'T FUCK UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU CAN FUCKIN' DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkNFiJFQQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hNbjZvkEW9A/s1600-h/Uncle_Sam_Finger3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339313221939839234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkNFiJFQQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hNbjZvkEW9A/s400/Uncle_Sam_Finger3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkNFiJFQQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hNbjZvkEW9A/s1600-h/Uncle_Sam_Finger3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkMvNaSvwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_FYmN5Y2Eys/s1600-h/incoming_plane.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4074595143592376891-331370803220710481?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/331370803220710481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=331370803220710481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/331370803220710481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/331370803220710481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-updatedw00t.html' title='Finally updated!w00t!'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/ShkNFiJFQQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hNbjZvkEW9A/s72-c/Uncle_Sam_Finger3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074595143592376891.post-4498602036758249975</id><published>2009-02-05T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:26:02.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year</title><content type='html'>Hey there reader/s,&lt;br /&gt;  i wanted to put up a new years post, or least a cny post but naddah. i was studying homework and enjoying. So little time left, so many dreams to make true. Well its been hard to cope with homework as I have developed this weird sleeping habit. I still suck at maths, and humans... I can't help it. I'm doing the best I can and I'm stuck here probably lowest in the level. I feel dissapointed at myself yet morally im supposed to be happy with my all but seriously speaking... If thats my all then I'll fucking kill myself cause I know I'm better than that yet something's holding me back. Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no poet&lt;br /&gt;I'm no guitarist either&lt;br /&gt;Hell I'm fat as heck&lt;br /&gt;I dont make the greatest puns&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the smartest but&lt;br /&gt;I'm still human&lt;br /&gt;which gives me the right to be the way I am so&lt;br /&gt;and all humans deserve to live&lt;br /&gt;Look Out World Cause Eugene Will fuck you in your ass If you MEss with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing to note is valentines day, coming pretty soon. Since I am already being attributed as some sort of loser I might as tell ya the truth...in a discreet manner;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a random person&lt;br /&gt;for the random purpose&lt;br /&gt;but know I know&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a friend noone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams...&lt;br /&gt;right, earlier mentioned in this post was that I had dreams,dreams to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;The main one is to go and study At the MIT, since young I have developed an interest in robots and electronics. However the future doesn't looks bright for me. The pathway is filled withobstacles incuding my parents. Recently mY parents have been 'encouraging' me to become a doctor. I'll let you be the judge, would you ever put your life in my hands? personally I wouldnt want your life in my hands. Hell, i dont even intend to get a gf because I know that one day I might just fall apart and do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something I found on the net, have a listen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Impressed - They Might Be Giants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/yt-QBMw9ZGIVuA/they_might_be_giants_im_impressed.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/yt-QBMw9ZGIVuA/they_might_be_giants_im_impressed/"&gt;They Might Be Giants I'm Impressed&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;For more funny movies, click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-4498602036758249975?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/4498602036758249975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=4498602036758249975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/4498602036758249975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/4498602036758249975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-year.html' title='A new year'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-5295100764281159064</id><published>2008-10-29T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:49:12.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick shit</title><content type='html'>Some sick shit my friends showed me. If you indulge in laughing at losers, this is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: removed... too sick...too loserville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(However, if you are interested. You did not here that it was called 100 things to do before i die ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-5295100764281159064?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/5295100764281159064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=5295100764281159064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/5295100764281159064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/5295100764281159064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-shit.html' title='Sick shit'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-3971122479541511525</id><published>2008-10-29T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:36:26.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>www.google.com/intl/xx-hacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, well, well. Here we are once again. Nothing unusual, I'm kind of disapointed with my L1r5. Still, I'm happy cause i was able to grab an A2 for the geog papers and A1 for physics. Although I didn't do well for combined humans, it could have been a lot worse if it weren't for Mr Kamal and Mr Yong, so cheers to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Note: THIS AIN'T AN EMO BLOG DAMM JUST REFLECTIVE. HATE MESSAGES ARE HATE MESSAGES. Its just that sometimes ppl like to piss me off the edge so yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next update maryatville! W00t! Yea so glad to be going, with my parents it felt like impossible. Waiting for approval. phew! And now to end off with some pok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pork And Beans by the weezers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1347560/pork_and_beans_best_video_gamerock6527.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: official video which is apparently banned in Singapore. I like this song especially cause its about being yourself and shit. So yea to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-3971122479541511525?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/3971122479541511525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=3971122479541511525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/3971122479541511525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/3971122479541511525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/10/wwwgooglecomintlxx-hacker.html' title='www.google.com/intl/xx-hacker'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-3426917593392910672</id><published>2008-09-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:42:52.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t 15 Years Of Bitch And Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, Tomorrow will be my birthday. My parents didn't forget (although they needed to confirm the date with me...) and I'm pretty happy I guess. This ain't New years or anything but maybe I should make a resolution cause I'm not satisfied with what I am.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So here what I'll be trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Study hard for my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Be hardworking and consistent for my own good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't act like a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't be me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmmm.... Something is missing... but anyway. I was quiet Surprised actually, that Phyllis actually remebered my freaking birthday, Its quiet wow... don't even remember saying so... I didnt even right it on the orange sheet... Hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I Will Possess Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq-yP7mb8UE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq-yP7mb8UE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BTW if you do come here... thanks for wasting 15 mins of your life. From what I've heard this 15 mins was totally useless as I don't have a life to some... So thanks.... I'll get some material someday, when i'm not so lethargic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-3426917593392910672?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/3426917593392910672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=3426917593392910672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/3426917593392910672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/3426917593392910672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/09/w00t-15-years-of-bitch-and-shit.html' title='w00t 15 Years Of Bitch And Shit'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-4447694464858207066</id><published>2008-08-28T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:31:04.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REASON 48 FOR HATING MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you do work for someone? as in Really do work like HARD WORK WHICH COST YOU SLEEP? and then you happily come in to the room smiling and all because you complete it? Have you ever been in a situation where they got to you and say screw it.... FUCK I MEAN FUCK?! HOW CAN SOMEONE JUST DO THAT TO YOU I MEAN ITS INSENSITIVE. I DID SO MUCH FUCKIN WORK AND THIS HAD TO HAPPEN TO ME. AND GUESS WHAT THIS AIN'T THE FIRST TIME THEY DID THIS TO ME.....&lt;br /&gt;so much anger i have never been so angry, all that pent up anger deep within from so many years of repression.... FUCK no i can't get my mind of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must...LI...LISTEN....to...HEAVY-Y...METAL..... FUCK....&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, i can't blame them, they have their reasons, they choose the nices and so on.... so yea...still, its saddening to turn down people's hard work...&lt;br /&gt;IF IM GONNA BE A FUCKER THAN I'LL BE THE HAPPIEST ONE YOU HAVE EVER SEEN!!!!!!!LLOLOLOLOLOLOLOOOLOLLPOLOLOLOOLOLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Jm3Zb-HSvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Jm3Zb-HSvo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-4447694464858207066?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/4447694464858207066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=4447694464858207066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/4447694464858207066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/4447694464858207066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-48-for-hating-my-life.html' title='REASON 48 FOR HATING MY LIFE'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-7275925596370077798</id><published>2008-08-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:59:50.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-defence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always getting my ass kicked by everyone in my class... maybe its time I learnt some self defence. I'm gonna subscribe to this guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Self-defence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2REG3-Wb5gM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2REG3-Wb5gM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've come to the late conclusion that I take too long to do the math. Thankfully, I started to do the equations early on. Conclusion; I'm an irritating annoying boy and I'm gonna change that. You see, for all my life I have been an insecure lad, I've never felt safe long enough. This has led to the repition of questions and repition of a lot of other stuff too... anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOVE ON, DON'T BE A FAILURE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/SJ8eXiUhJJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vxtVxV6Qi8Y/s1600-h/cctv+fail!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232934681726493842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/SJ8eXiUhJJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vxtVxV6Qi8Y/s320/cctv+fail!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-7275925596370077798?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/7275925596370077798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=7275925596370077798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/7275925596370077798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/7275925596370077798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/08/self-defence.html' title='Self-defence'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hYFPjkEY5qI/SJ8eXiUhJJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vxtVxV6Qi8Y/s72-c/cctv+fail!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074595143592376891.post-61701078388202853</id><published>2008-08-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:40:52.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming back soon... I ain't gonna fail this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGs9Su2Dbic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGs9Su2Dbic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised my failure brings me down causing me to fail over and over. I've decided I shouldn't let that happen again... You know why? CAUSE THATS WHAT MAKES ME A LOSER!&lt;br /&gt;   I'm ending this reign....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-61701078388202853?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/61701078388202853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=61701078388202853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/61701078388202853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/61701078388202853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-coming-back-soon-i-aint-gonna-fail.html' title='I&apos;m coming back soon... I ain&apos;t gonna fail this time'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-5051820597120954133</id><published>2008-06-03T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:02:00.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty pleasure part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, lets start with the last day of school, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; my last day... I was talking with a bunch of my friends. We talked a lot about everything and anything until we found our friends little weak spot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;... his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; pm if I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; not mistaken. Looks like he was love sick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;... young in love eh? well good for him I thought. Then the question came to me and I thought about and said that love always hurt one way or another to one party or another. She then retorted that it would be wrong not to show your love... so I thought for a few days and a week or so passed...wait, it was only a weak that passed. Friday! Thank god its Friday I thought, went for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RMUN&lt;/span&gt; but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; felt needed for that matter wanted there. All of them had their fancy friends and all this while I was bound to this life full of profanities, and that I meant literally. anyways, I went for that buffet dinner (it was cheap crap) and went to school. Have you ever seen irony before? Well... I hate myself for it. I took my shower and umm.... The sec3s and I went to plan a nightwalk. Just before that, a good friend of mine said not to scare the crap out of here and I promised to her honestly that I wouldn't scare her on purpose and guess what? Well my life always sucked I just didn't know it will implicate her... The next part will seem pretty retarded to many of you guys so yea I know it is too... I walked past one of the cctv cameras and it was glowing red. In my head, I was saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What the hell? Let me see that again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and so I did. I turned around and walked back. It was pretty dark and I have a very ugly silhouette (heck everything about me is ugly...) and I scared the  crap out of her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-5051820597120954133?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/5051820597120954133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=5051820597120954133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/5051820597120954133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/5051820597120954133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/06/guilty-pleasure-part-i.html' title='Guilty pleasure part I'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-6972303194188722904</id><published>2008-05-09T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:18:41.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you look up, Someone will always be a jackass and pull you down</title><content type='html'>Right, well I've been waiting for 3 weeks for the Halo party to celebrate the end of the exams waiting so hard but smoe jackass made the host sick and some of the main players. To day, a friday and he tells me that hes watching iron man for free. Well, what a jack, but he's a friend ... and I'm happy for him I guess. So then I went to venge my sickness on the com, but so laggy ppl, a couple of hackers and a spammer just screwed it all up.&lt;br /&gt;the moral? Someone's bound to bring you down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sam Sparro - Black And Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eHuebHTD-lY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eHuebHTD-lY&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drunkess I always dreamt of. Understand? Well, basically, I wish it was all a bad dream and that's cause well, nothing goes right in my life and people in my class are just pushing it way too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Or, well thats how it seems sometimes. If I look closer, everyone in my class is very loveable and peacful ( lol I know That wasnt right to say but yea). I'm just thinking of sweet dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Young Folks - (omg what's the band name?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51V1VMkuyx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51V1VMkuyx0&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-6972303194188722904?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/6972303194188722904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=6972303194188722904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6972303194188722904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6972303194188722904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-you-look-up-someone-will-always-be.html' title='When you look up, Someone will always be a jackass and pull you down'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-6207677324562143854</id><published>2008-05-09T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:05:41.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to take the blame</title><content type='html'>Some call what I did brave, but I think it was stupid of me. I now realise how angry I made her. I sent her flowers to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gratitude but acted as if I loved her,  it was then shown in public and people saw it. After figuring it out, I bet she's was damn pissed at me, probably thinking  that I'm such a jerk. Well, my lesson was learned. I'm gonna change for the better, like the author of this blog, I too hope that amnesia will wipe the pain away and I could try again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;    A friend of the author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-6207677324562143854?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/6207677324562143854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=6207677324562143854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6207677324562143854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6207677324562143854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/05/learning-to-take-blame.html' title='Learning to take the blame'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-7292796007109926455</id><published>2008-04-11T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T05:59:03.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move along</title><content type='html'>Yes...&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you all... you guys dont understand what goes throught my head. What sufferings were endured and what pie hole shit happens to losers to me.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I thank those around me. People like you guys make me feel better and yet, at the same time worst. you have been so good to me... yet I present you this rag infront of ya. If you guys dont understand who I'm referring to, I'm refferign to you, yes you. why bother readin? Even bothering to read crap is concern! That's why I always feel sad when I'm near people like kky and cac. Especially cac, she's my best friend since sec 1, I literally wouldn't be here if not for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;All American Rejects - Move Along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSbGur1dz9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSbGur1dz9k&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Incubus - Love Hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_3pq0XpUsc&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_3pq0XpUsc&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-7292796007109926455?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/7292796007109926455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=7292796007109926455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/7292796007109926455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/7292796007109926455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/04/move-along.html' title='Move along'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-1232472544028403285</id><published>2008-04-05T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:08:23.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. SFU (Short Fat and Ugly)</title><content type='html'>today is a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I went for a play and it was demented. Psychologically insane, I mean seriously... I wouldn't even go there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found out that I looked old enought be someone's dad in the best get-up I have.&lt;br /&gt;It's not exactly my fault though, since I haven't shopped for clothes in about 2-3 years. I was lucky enought to find a good pair of baggy jeans i guess... or whatever they were.&lt;br /&gt;The title today is Mr.sfu, which refers to me. I'm short fat and ugly, making memost probably the most unnattractive guy there is. I'm so SFU that a good friend of mine shouted at me to get lost. She started to cry a bit. So, ... I dissappeared, I went back homw with an empty stomache and an awful headache from the psycho shit.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I know I ain't gonna go far. That's why I'm not to get a girlfriend like the other dudes in my sunday class. I mean how lucky could a guy get? Well, lets see... an acheivement at the age of 15, a friend of mine slept with a girl, got invited to see girls shave their pubes and there are other shit too... well, that's lucky. then again he is so not SFU and thats why hes a sog.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN SFUs CAN GET GIRLFRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;but I dont care if I do... It really doesn't matters, a relationship just for show, ain't really that good a social relationship. I know some people reading this will say " Hey STFU, just cause you don't have one loser!", but that's the truth ain't it? most of the time, their for show. That's why most of the time I don't even regard those close to me as friends (and also because that type of relationsships ar twp ways).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's your does of youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHd3ck6fHBw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHd3ck6fHBw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I'm currently looking for a good way to host my music but Can't fin a fast enough server crap :S help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-1232472544028403285?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/1232472544028403285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=1232472544028403285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/1232472544028403285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/1232472544028403285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/04/mr-sfu-short-fat-and-ugly.html' title='Mr. SFU (Short Fat and Ugly)'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-4090728805493928010</id><published>2008-04-03T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T07:19:15.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;br /&gt;sorry I haven't been posting reg. but I was busy. lemme fill ya in.&lt;br /&gt;friday night, went out with some friends. Man, was I in for a surpirise. A good friend of mine was there and boy was she hot, thats the bad thing. Its like I knew her all this time and didnt know she was atotal hottie. Nvm that but it shows how incapable of me. Then again it doesn't really matters that much.... least not this part of my life (maybe never). had some fun, saw the night life. It was the most amazing thing in my life so far,... sad ain't it? tried to cheer a good friend of mine up but he's stubborn so let him be.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, woke up, went to ang mo kio and had flag day and that's when I revealed thr truth. unfortunately no one believes in these words I speak. After flag day, I went to eat at the fatty's house (sumo's house). Chat, ate and went away.&lt;br /&gt;Then came Sunday, slept early and shitty monday again. the weekdays fly by without stoppin' for this old man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I guess your done with hearing this crap so here's a clip (NSFW):&lt;br /&gt;cyanide and Happiness shorts compendium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLlv-Kdb0t8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLlv-Kdb0t8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback - Rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uK4niyFhERs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uK4niyFhERs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose Zero polys and shaders (1985 remix):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YCybnABiCo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YCybnABiCo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-4090728805493928010?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/4090728805493928010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=4090728805493928010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/4090728805493928010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/4090728805493928010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-3730360545717706962</id><published>2008-03-25T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T05:52:59.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There might be a reason for my insanity</title><content type='html'>If you've known me a lot, then you would have known of my reflect saying how acceptance is drives us all. well' today it showed. Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; school day starting from this year, I get bullied (however much they would like to call it wrestling) or made fun of. No matter what I do there will be this time where acceptance is down fall. Just because I don't stare wide-eyed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FHM&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; material doesn't mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gay. I mean seriously, why would I need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FHM&lt;/span&gt;? I ain't gonna need to know how to have "sex anywhere anytime" anytime soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Infact&lt;/span&gt;, if you've realised all I was trying to do in life is to make friends happier, basically cherish them. Unfortunately, people around us take things differently and mock others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mid-way State &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Change for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WfmHpoXg18&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WfmHpoXg18&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself in this... no not in tights of in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;afro&lt;/span&gt; making gay gestures but trying to change myself for others... but like I said people around us see it differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, I'm thinking of my death that suicide or amnesia where I won't be there and the world 'be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna look eye to eye again, never to see that smile ever, never gonna get rid of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; feel people give, never gonna see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse of all, I'm just a teenager whose still doing his secondary school life...the world is merciless when it comes to judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the all-seeing eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sup sup all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing with that post I would like to show some examples, I know in today's world you'll find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LAN&lt;/span&gt; shops or wrestling or something. However I was born with stars of the 70s to 90s where antique radios and vintage television ruled. I loved the lave lamp and always wanted to play D&amp;amp;D in a basement with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NES&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SNES&lt;/span&gt;. Hacking every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; computer in the country and own bullies' computers. I'm also the geekish type to listen to the beauty of 8-bit music (hey seriously! it CAN get good sometimes). Have you ever seen me do any of these? I guess not well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Take Over, The Breaks Over - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JiOHfqJ0mw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JiOHfqJ0mw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis - Why Does It Rain On Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nwh3FmpZ7kg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nwh3FmpZ7kg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-3730360545717706962?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/3730360545717706962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=3730360545717706962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/3730360545717706962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/3730360545717706962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-might-be-reason-for-my-insanity.html' title='There might be a reason for my insanity'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-1528040729813461221</id><published>2008-03-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T06:49:55.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I would like to share a theory with all of you as it seems that half of the people that surrounds me don not get the philsophy that i so USED to believe in( and I still partly do mind you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;-These are the people who 'writes an unsigned contract' with you. When, you sign this contract it means that you would be there for them. for, that is what friends are for, to help you, to socialize... to die for. this is what one is willing to do as a friend to me. Even though ppl may not be willing to die for others it is still this bond between the two which makes then such ggood friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm don't mid losing my life over a freinds to savem' because my life is just nother iece of junk left at the side of the road. I don't mind being with them for it is show one's loyalty. unfortunately, I am not able to fulfil, the second requirement. it is this which separates me from you. I'm not your friend, I'm just one low person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/suNVb3kQaUM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/suNVb3kQaUM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This , as you all shoul know, is not really what's up my head, it was an instinct, but not eugene's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                              self'conscious unloved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-1528040729813461221?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/1528040729813461221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=1528040729813461221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/1528040729813461221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/1528040729813461221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-8769617325849199525</id><published>2008-03-10T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:06:08.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for the lateness</title><content type='html'>Aight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm back on, well, during the first 3 days of my hols, I've found better things to do other than homework, revising, watching tv while thinking of that WTF!? moments of my life( seriously, you don't wanna see my life, EVER) , I have found my calling! LOL ok fine, I have been inspired by &lt;strong&gt;parkour tanceur.&lt;/strong&gt; Its like a crazy stunt thinga mabob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvQ2q6W3yAg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvQ2q6W3yAg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, and well, every night I've been thinking about what to give her, but I took my friends suggestion... Don't give her anything. Man, It's either I'm fuckin poor or I'm a fuckin asshole.(Thank god It's that I'm poor). Anyway... my alter ego tells me to show you this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello fellow men, I have something to show you because I'm a geek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUw_9qbNj_E&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUw_9qbNj_E&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-ylQoa-su4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-ylQoa-su4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a not so old song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQnqy-047gw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQnqy-047gw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does have that feel I feel although I haven't given enough time to understand the lyrics much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-8769617325849199525?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/8769617325849199525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=8769617325849199525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/8769617325849199525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/8769617325849199525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry-for-lateness.html' title='sorry for the lateness'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-6370683232067570471</id><published>2008-03-05T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:05:45.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'm starting to feel better now though. but enough of that. what the hell am I gonna get her?! I mean, I have no idea what type of person she is (other than wols), but I seriously wanna get her something!! But What could have so much sentimental value, that she actually understands? I know it s really ironic to say that she is my friend, but i dont know any 'bout her. That doesn't means I'm quitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Right, got the report book back and amazingly passed my both of my maths but unfortunately failed my combined humans. L1r5 of 24. I'm definetely gonna work harder starting with that bloody spelling grammar which is just ^ there.(definitely). there! spelt it right (woohoo! aight, lets have a break). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hate that sog (son of a Gun , good word to not say vulgarities), Broke my handPHONE GRR... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the music later on tonight. Cya guys D: (woops meant) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-6370683232067570471?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/6370683232067570471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=6370683232067570471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6370683232067570471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6370683232067570471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/03/coming-back-to-reality.html' title='coming back to reality'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-8995956776864652738</id><published>2008-02-28T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T05:51:53.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let you hear the truth</title><content type='html'>The truth is...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lonely guys in reality. I have no purpose in having this blog. It was just an example of a simple blog for a friend. Afterwards, I had some kind of will, ... , the will to post more to the public. Unfortunately, the truth is, no one IS looking at this, and I'm slowly loosing all my friends... one by one. These are the people I care about most... but no one knows that. I don't even care for my family as much for my friends, which is an irony for a christian like me whose priest told him that during mass. If needed, I guess I wouldn't mind dying for a friend. It's the feeling that I'm hated by everyone and the feeling of loneliness. It driving me insane... and every time I lose a friend, I lose a bit of sanity. I'm sorry 3/5 for being that crazy bastard in your mid-life that has been a bitch to you. that's why I'm posting this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bad Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBziW9qQvsc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBziW9qQvsc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there is a reason why I'm like this...&lt;br /&gt;It started in sec 1, as lively like anyother freshman, talking freely with others... but soon, people became upset because... well, I thought it was the type of talk to talk about, cartoons, games and all... but I was wrong. Soon, afterwards I had a sever case of name calling, I was call and autistic bastard. So shut up for a few months until the mid of sec 2 and it was ok at first, and decided I shouldn't bottle up those feeling I had. this leads to the second song of this posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rooftops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RpmVAIkDnY8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RpmVAIkDnY8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 was kind of an emotionally unstable part of my life, everything was wrong including the information given to me (IP screw you f***). This all lead to sec 3 I love my class they are all so friendly and nice to me... but I just had to screw it all. Others may call me sensitive, but the truth is thatno one deserve to see me not give a damn, not matter how much I may look luike I'm not giving a damn, I still do. I hurt a lot of people's feelings when I'm an insensitive bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is the 3rd of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph6mo7KONyg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph6mo7KONyg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is the main point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzdbLcmXwcY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VzdbLcmXwcY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-8995956776864652738?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/8995956776864652738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=8995956776864652738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/8995956776864652738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/8995956776864652738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-to-let-you-hear-truth.html' title='Just to let you hear the truth'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-7269818822583379868</id><published>2008-02-26T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:04:36.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Pain out of my mind</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna forget about Valentine's day now and I'm gonna blow the crap out of my self. I remembered this one time I was such a jackass as to forget her birthday BUT not this year! This year I'm gonna do something sentimentally sweet for her as a way to say sorry which speaks out as a friend. Even for Valentine's day I was trying to speak out as a friend but there were 2 flaws. Either, she took it way too hard or she is getting annoyed by it. But the thing is, this gen. ain't that...ain't that... thatgood at seeing sentimentallity (wrong spelling?). Last time I tried being sentimental, didn't end so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the clip of the day!:&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up and Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dnxjGajndb0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dnxjGajndb0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a bonus, Im feeling kind lol:&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan - When I'm Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uI39Tzvtd7k&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uI39Tzvtd7k&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth:&lt;br /&gt;Arctic Monkeys - Brianstorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/30w8DyEJ__0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/30w8DyEJ__0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last 1:&lt;br /&gt;The Fray - How To Save A Life (Version #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post I'll bring in d that powters song ( bad day lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-7269818822583379868?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/7269818822583379868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=7269818822583379868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/7269818822583379868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/7269818822583379868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/02/taking-pain-out-of-my-mind.html' title='Taking Pain out of my mind'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-6680790289270641805</id><published>2008-02-23T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:51:29.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When emotions run high</title><content type='html'>I have always thought of girls being more emotionally unstable then boys, but in the past few weeks, I have seen this stereotypical thinking being quiet untrue. Rejections, family feuds, friends and even so that I feel the grudge in trying to live. I have contemplated suicide over and over. Infact I can trace it back to when I was 9. even, before that, I do remember, sitting in a corner of my parents bedroom... thinking of life and death. It may seem a bit much but the thruth is that I have always thought of how I came to be such a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, I first 'opened my eyes' I remembered nothing but I knew how to talk, I recognized my parents, I could even operate my parents vintage television set... and I would think of the transition between from being in the womb and being out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would think of death and god, what is god? Is god real? Will see the darkness and loneliness in that old tomb? Or will I rest peacefully?Then I would imagine the coldness of death... and cry my self to sleep only to wake up as if I had never had such terrible thoughts before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I want to mention that you shouldn't leave your friends hanging. When I was very young, still in the states though, I was used by this young indian lady who was suffering from deppression... she was always so happy when she looked at me. Then one day she looked at me and cried... afetr that, I never saw her again, neither did I mention about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, here are the clips of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1973&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWeqeQkjLto&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWeqeQkjLto&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a great new song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shadow of The Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHbmtb22s8k&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHbmtb22s8k&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what I feel today, I don't wanna end so sadly;&lt;br /&gt;so here's something to chew on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95wgKdSJGDo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95wgKdSJGDo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-6680790289270641805?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/6680790289270641805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=6680790289270641805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6680790289270641805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6680790289270641805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-emotions-run-high.html' title='When emotions run high'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-6838092810149598447</id><published>2008-02-19T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:00:48.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello readers, well antone who even looks at this page.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know a lot of people will never look at my blog but its still a way for me... anyways heres a very good band. a geek band! something i have been waiting for for years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mh0VX74alwk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mh0VX74alwk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hope you enjoyed it, coz I thought it pwned! anyways life is per usual except that I lost 2 of my friends now...That's why I say screw valentines... you see, there is this girl that I liked (as a friend) and I was thinking 'Hey! why not do something for her?' So I bought her a rose... thenafterwards (she doesn't knoes!) I talked to her and somehow I managed to find out that she hates roses and she gets Them every year! and in the end it turned into some sort of anger inside me. Then finally valentines came and I... lets just say I suck. It was all my fault I lost a friend... I missed the good old times like friends... this is why I chose to reflect on what I do b4 I hurt my friends feelings and stuff. But wtf is my problem? Just today I hurt someone elses feelings. man fuck me... I'm gonna change, for myself, my selfish self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off this post... here another wannabe groupie but they are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mg6VXicZIQg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mg6VXicZIQg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps dont ask me about the ending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-6838092810149598447?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/6838092810149598447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=6838092810149598447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6838092810149598447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/6838092810149598447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-readers-well-antone-who-even.html' title=''/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-5112578888657209200</id><published>2008-02-17T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:11:17.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity</title><content type='html'>here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 bgcolor=D1D1FE cellpadding=3 cellspacing=1&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=black&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=0 bgcolor=black&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle&gt;&lt;a target=_new href=http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=27533&gt;&lt;img border=0 src=http://www.i-am-bored.com/art/icon_1a.gif width=25 height=25&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=middle&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=verdana color=white&gt;&lt;a target=_new href=http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=27533&gt;&lt;font color=D1D1FE&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Darwin Awards, Part 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another beautiful video montage of jackasses and douchebags earning themselves a spot on Charles Darwin`s Best Of list.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-5112578888657209200?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/5112578888657209200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=5112578888657209200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/5112578888657209200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/5112578888657209200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupidity.html' title='stupidity'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-3036102145172017241</id><published>2008-02-17T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:46:15.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m2JyS7Mp9QM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m2JyS7Mp9QM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another of my favourites&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...(I think shes cute omg the shallowwness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-3036102145172017241?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/3036102145172017241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=3036102145172017241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/3036102145172017241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/3036102145172017241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/02/paramore.html' title='Paramore'/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-4592626605146125699</id><published>2008-02-16T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:42:32.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, I said stupidity but I also love music, I mean the most meanigful thing to a teenager would be his music... especially for me because I need music to stay intouch with the world some times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, heres my favourite fob song and I'm posting it so hopefully it won't die out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="475"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9FcBnaLjxY4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9FcBnaLjxY4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a more recent song which I think deserved a lot more attention though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="475"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmFwd2nQ9tg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmFwd2nQ9tg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another fob fav, I sanged it softly it during class last year. The girl beside me said I sing quite well, unfortunately I don't believe in modesty anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="475"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VeQ47wsNyyw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VeQ47wsNyyw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is just the beginning of it all, song can describe all of us or the feeling we feel... sadly im human and I don't know how to control the feelings I have. That's why on this post I'm saying thanks to all of my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially to that pissed of friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;For a long time now, I've relied on her for support because she seemed to understand it all...&lt;br /&gt;she was always happy and all but things changed and I think she got mad at me...&lt;br /&gt;its time things changed... I can't no pussy no more. I'm trying to change (it might seem that I'm just saying that but thats what I want to do deep down in my heart) just for her.&lt;br /&gt;She ain't my girlfriend or anything, she's just a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-4592626605146125699?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/4592626605146125699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=4592626605146125699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/4592626605146125699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/4592626605146125699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-i-said-stupidity-but-i-also-love.html' title=''/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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-4074595143592376891.post-3085140836502319162</id><published>2008-02-16T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:34:48.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my blog, I can asure all of you that you will find nothing more or less in this blog, except for the mindless stupidity of stunts and so on. So I know all off you hate leaving blogs empty handed so im gonna try embedding a video clip for you guys to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCto3PCn8wo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCto3PCn8wo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074595143592376891-3085140836502319162?l=givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/3085140836502319162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074595143592376891&amp;postID=3085140836502319162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/3085140836502319162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074595143592376891/posts/default/3085140836502319162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givinganewmeaningtolife.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-readers-welcome-to-my-blog-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>we live to die</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549123950421800661</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>
