<?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-1163159068759986591</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:24:51.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears of anger,grief and remorse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;look i know maybe u just wanted to try&lt;br /&gt;but did u thought of he consequences?&lt;br /&gt;when u did tt,did u think of ppl around u?&lt;br /&gt;look i can try to hlp u,&lt;br /&gt;but u need to hlp urself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-5730535350657510110?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5730535350657510110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/5730535350657510110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/5730535350657510110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_29.html' title='..'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-9149030859724452389</id><published>2010-05-26T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:12:38.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>dunno why i like you&lt;br /&gt;but srsly very touched&lt;br /&gt;somehow i get jealous when i see something with u&lt;br /&gt;yep,so hot,or should i say restless&lt;br /&gt;all the weird things coming to mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-9149030859724452389?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/9149030859724452389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/9149030859724452389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/9149030859724452389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-2234729529960327073</id><published>2010-04-09T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:36:17.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song 2</title><content type='html'>fire,fire,what is fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1: Tuba,Horn,Euphonium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man carried a woman and walk across the mountain,a little child walk beside him in a hurry..&lt;br /&gt;revenge was what that man thought,and so he thought. They walk endlessly as the weather beat down on them.finally they came to a village,revenge,revenge! The man thought angrily as he lose at his wife,the film starts with the opening credits by the Tuba, the summary of the film, the Horn and The euphonium, the fire,the rage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: 1st trumpet solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man and the child leave happily in the little village,the child played wiith the other villagers and the man worked hard. Life was simple and fun, everyone was happy and 'light''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 : Saxophone, flute and clarinet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man lay on his bed, tired yet unable to sleep. he thought about his wife, the happy times they had shared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this good? Could i forgive and forget? He thought silently and imagined himself in heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rose up,high into the sky&lt;br /&gt;i saw you and i need you&lt;br /&gt;i need you very much&lt;br /&gt;cant you come,&lt;br /&gt;back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his child flew around his head,holding a little wand,smiling in triumph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he woke up,is this the truth?is this his fate?what could he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4: trumpet solo 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man left the village with his child and went to an abandoned amusement park&lt;br /&gt;he imagined his wife there,the family playing together happily&lt;br /&gt;they sang happily as the wizz around&lt;br /&gt;a happy family,he thought as his child played with the rides&lt;br /&gt;midnight came,they sat on the grass patch,looking up at the sky,dawn breaks&lt;br /&gt;bright sunshine shown down at their face,and they were at earth no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5 : Be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looed at her,where are they?&lt;br /&gt;white clouds circled them,they were back at the temple.&lt;br /&gt;his wife was gone,&lt;br /&gt;he accepted his fate&lt;br /&gt;'may i...'&lt;br /&gt;his wife answered him in a soft little tone&lt;br /&gt;memories came flooding back to him,at the tower,where they first met,the bright lights...&lt;br /&gt;the family of 3 sat down and played the child's instrument,the horn together&lt;br /&gt;the couple became married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'marry me' he spoke&lt;br /&gt;i know, i will always be with you together ( you together)&lt;br /&gt;yet i know that i will always love you ( i love you too)&lt;br /&gt;you,i will be together( be together)&lt;br /&gt;i,him and you,we will be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his wife smile at him&lt;br /&gt;look at him&lt;br /&gt;mouthed at him&lt;br /&gt;goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 6 : Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he send his child to safety and set a fire on the ring of the temple,&lt;br /&gt;his child cried desperately for him to stop&lt;br /&gt;but he knew everything was over,&lt;br /&gt;he set up candles on the ground&lt;br /&gt;lighted one by one,just like a circle,sat in the middle&lt;br /&gt;earth begin to burn as he chanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flames,fire and fury - surround me&lt;br /&gt;tell - me - what should- i do&lt;br /&gt;can - we - get back -again?i -miss - you...( be to -ge -ther)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i - need you,&lt;br /&gt;i - cant do without you&lt;br /&gt;with - out - you,&lt;br /&gt;i - will just die&lt;br /&gt;save - me,enlighten - me,&lt;br /&gt;bring me - back into, - back into - back - (to your life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back to me,&lt;br /&gt;i will - go to you&lt;br /&gt;for - our hearts&lt;br /&gt;i - will come&lt;br /&gt;ne -ver to die,ne -ver to end&lt;br /&gt;this flame will burn,this - place - will - end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candles burn in the moonlight as earth continued to burn,&lt;br /&gt;everything was on flames,&lt;br /&gt;the candles continued tio get ignited,finally the last,&lt;br /&gt;the ring of fire collated,and exploded.everything was over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-2234729529960327073?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2234729529960327073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/04/song-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/2234729529960327073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/2234729529960327073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/04/song-2.html' title='song 2'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-2790387654888159608</id><published>2010-04-09T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:14:59.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mouse</title><content type='html'>are you telling me,only you have feelings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-2790387654888159608?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2790387654888159608/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-1982709107325908472</id><published>2010-04-09T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:14:30.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-1982709107325908472?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1982709107325908472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/04/mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/1982709107325908472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/1982709107325908472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/04/mouse.html' title='the mouse'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-3878400979756135335</id><published>2010-04-09T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:14:17.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k.m.w</title><content type='html'>d.c.&lt;br /&gt;p.b.x.&lt;br /&gt;you know what you did too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-3878400979756135335?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3878400979756135335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/04/kmw.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/3878400979756135335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/3878400979756135335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/04/kmw.html' title='k.m.w'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-4945587156208812213</id><published>2010-04-09T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:13:29.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yz and ivan</title><content type='html'>you know what you did&lt;br /&gt;for yz&lt;br /&gt;a.b.&lt;br /&gt;c.s.k&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;you know yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-4945587156208812213?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-2157996671552771718</id><published>2010-04-09T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:12:22.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 new people</title><content type='html'>3 new people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-2157996671552771718?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2157996671552771718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-new-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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person who say you nice to eat is really not me&lt;br /&gt;i really did not do it&lt;br /&gt;would you believe i will do that?&lt;br /&gt;to send you that for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;to send you when you in class?for others to know?&lt;br /&gt;to even have the guts to message you that?&lt;br /&gt;i really hope you dont think it is me&lt;br /&gt;i really want to ask you again&lt;br /&gt;but i dont dare to&lt;br /&gt;what if you say it is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-2881512490689577092?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2881512490689577092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/rat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/2881512490689577092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/2881512490689577092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/rat.html' title='rat'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-6836644127845818054</id><published>2010-03-19T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:35:45.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kelvin teo wei kelvin</title><content type='html'>did you bethray me?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know&lt;br /&gt;you say you didnt&lt;br /&gt;i hope you didnt&lt;br /&gt;others say u did&lt;br /&gt;what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;when i hear that,&lt;br /&gt;know how i felt?&lt;br /&gt;'what did i do? did i do something make you angry or wad?why must you do this?'&lt;br /&gt;ýou wan cash,i did spon you, you wan items, i did lend you,&lt;br /&gt;not just maple,gunbound i also purposely let you win&lt;br /&gt;if you really did,i really dont know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you didnt&lt;br /&gt;i have no evidence yes&lt;br /&gt;but logic?i mean really&lt;br /&gt;look at all those factors&lt;br /&gt;what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;and you change anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it comes again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin, did you know what i really felt when i hear that?&lt;br /&gt;look im nt really saying anything,just friends?&lt;br /&gt;imagine being like,bethrayed?&lt;br /&gt;not just by anyone&lt;br /&gt;nt just anyone&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have too much hope on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now? here it comes again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you never steal him?&lt;br /&gt;are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;not just him&lt;br /&gt;look at other people&lt;br /&gt;look la hor,all along is you start calling me all those things de,&lt;br /&gt;i never do anything&lt;br /&gt;is you now got him&lt;br /&gt;den fan lian with me&lt;br /&gt;den YOU make HIM bethray ME&lt;br /&gt;double face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-6836644127845818054?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6836644127845818054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kelvin-teo-wei-kelvin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/6836644127845818054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/6836644127845818054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/kelvin-teo-wei-kelvin.html' title='kelvin teo wei kelvin'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-8757894367404636210</id><published>2010-03-17T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:17:27.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mice</title><content type='html'>it was scared that it would lose him,&lt;br /&gt;the fun - loving mouse&lt;br /&gt;yes it dont want him to have any relationship with the person who bethray it&lt;br /&gt;but seeing how others get to be so close with him&lt;br /&gt;it can just die&lt;br /&gt;it has reached the final stage&lt;br /&gt;any moment now&lt;br /&gt;it knew that it would die soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-8757894367404636210?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8757894367404636210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/mice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/8757894367404636210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/8757894367404636210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/mice.html' title='mice'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-975292646111157140</id><published>2010-03-04T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:09:02.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depression</title><content type='html'>the mouse was very sad,extremely sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it finally get to sit with the mouse after such a long wait,for once,and the chance was destroyed,not only that,the only class they were same,it was changed,there were now different classess too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouse hid in the toilet and cry sadly,although it cant really give expressions,instead it bought many drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouse just wanted to ask the mouse for something..&lt;br /&gt;'fuck la keep...'&lt;br /&gt;the mouse was crushed,&lt;br /&gt;it cant even cry out,but its heart was crying sadly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it couldnt buy many drinks,it cant drink sweet things,the mouse is very sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-975292646111157140?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/975292646111157140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/975292646111157140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/975292646111157140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/depression.html' title='depression'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-4892155227366514845</id><published>2010-02-24T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:04:37.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>points</title><content type='html'>nervous about tmr,my 1st time doing this,updating 2nd song soon cos 3rd song is hurrying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-4892155227366514845?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4892155227366514845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/points.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/4892155227366514845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/4892155227366514845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/points.html' title='points'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-1509655145724979853</id><published>2010-02-18T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:50:47.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>what you see may not be what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad hamster and good hamster are the same person but the different soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-1509655145724979853?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1509655145724979853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/1509655145724979853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/1509655145724979853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-414408778862073493</id><published>2010-02-18T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:49:20.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN LOVING MOUSE</title><content type='html'>good hamster love the fun loving mouse,the fun loving mouse smile in triumph happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway bad hamster took over good hamster,bad hamster wants to play and say LEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-414408778862073493?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/414408778862073493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-loving-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/414408778862073493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/414408778862073493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-loving-mouse.html' title='FUN LOVING MOUSE'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-7067656993487658249</id><published>2010-02-18T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:48:22.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad hamster n Good hamster</title><content type='html'>Good hamster cry sadly&lt;br /&gt;it says why did it not go to same class with him,&lt;br /&gt;Now good hamster  is depressed&lt;br /&gt;good hamster feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad hamster says&lt;br /&gt;why dont you just kill them?&lt;br /&gt;since you are going to die,&lt;br /&gt;how can you let them together?&lt;br /&gt;why dont you have revenge first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good hamsters says,because i dont kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good hamster wish he will not go to school tomorow &lt;br /&gt;good hamster says,even if it is feeling sad,it cant say out because got parents&lt;br /&gt;good hamster waits to the next day to drink the milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good hamster is dying soon&lt;br /&gt;bad hamster says that it is time to exact revenge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-7067656993487658249?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7067656993487658249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-hamster-n-good-hamster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/7067656993487658249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/7067656993487658249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-hamster-n-good-hamster.html' title='Bad hamster n Good hamster'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163159068759986591.post-5671435061233547651</id><published>2009-12-21T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:14:40.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song 1</title><content type='html'>ok thats funny,i told the song to happy food,the only person who hear it now i delete his msn and the record vanished too,great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Part : Three clarinets the serpents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts with the clarinets,a mystical dreamy feel and slowly the title begin to form under a area of calm and clear water,the prologue starts and words appeared. It became dark and it started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Part : Flashback, The clarinet played the melody while at the second part,Saxophones joined in and during the third part, trombones and euphonium came in to substitude the saxophones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story shows a war of a woman being hunted by several people, the woman used magic to defend herself and eventually teleported away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Part : Lights, short running notes by the clarinets are made in the thunderstorm for the raindrops effect,as it became heavier,more notes came in and it became faster and faster till daytime where it became combined into a 'squeak' The real parts starts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman walked towards a old building and entered it,she walked to the hall and went up onto the stage.A man suddenly walked towards him and they venture around the building and watch the scenery, Bright green lights, shimmering in the darkness, they went back to the stage and dance silently in the dark when suddenly the man bought her somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st light -&gt; The man bought the woman up the spiral staircase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd light -&gt; The man bought the woman under the stage and switched on the lights. Tiny holes in the stage show off rays of light down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd light -&gt; The woman did a twirl happily on the bright stage as lights shown on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th light -&gt; The woman continued to dance as it started to rain and thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They danced together again and again as lighting strikes a tree outside showing the bright flash of thunder, the rain grewed heavier and heavier until...Finally Daytime came and bright sunshine shone on the woman's young face and they started to mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Part : Life, Saxophone solo by the woman to indicate the tragic of their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple live happily together,They build a small home and lived there happily, however events came one after another, Floods, Hunters , earthquakes. There was a bounty for the woman and they had to leave each place eventually.. The woman was pregnant with her first child and the man took care of her as they moved through Earth,the Freezing cold in Artic, The Noisy house in the cities, The small huts in villages...Till they came to The Desert Where They encountered nastier dangers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second chorous :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st : they walked to the edge of a cliff and looked down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd : a large group of hunters gathered behind them,armed heavily with weapons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd : they turned to face the hunters and the screen turned to a church in the middle of nowhere .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Part : The three serpents - oboe,sopranos saxophone and piccolo thick smoke covered the air as the sky grew dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill 1 : the woman begin to case spells on the hunters as they charged,their bodies were burst and their blood sucked dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill 2 : the man held a long sword and fight off as they fight for their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill 3 : a hunter aim a arrow at the man, the woman panicked and shielded the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Part : Hope part 1,Many instruments are played here The couple teleported away and continue their journey as they venture into the wilderness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trumpet : the man shook the woman and squeaked softly at her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuba : It started to rain as the man carried the woman through the jungle. The raindrops pelt them and wet their skins. Travelling in the cold, the couple wandered unhappily as they accept the fact that the woman would die of blood loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euphonium : As the raindrops rain down on the woman, she became sick and continue to bleed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trombone : The couple got upset at their state, walking aimlessly in the deep wilderness as the woman became pale and weak. Tiredness and hunger sets in.Not knowing what to do,they continued to walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trumpet : The rain had stop and dawn was breaking...the couple looked up at the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horn : Sunshine, Sunlight the couple looked and saw a church in front of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh Part : Hope part 2, The horn and the trumpet played together with the trumpet leading the horn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man carried the woman inside to the altar and lay her there,as she sits there comfortably,they became engaged. the woman slowly dies peacefully as she thoughts of her time spent with the man. just before the story ends, the baby is borned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163159068759986591-5671435061233547651?l=life5ucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5671435061233547651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/5671435061233547651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163159068759986591/posts/default/5671435061233547651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life5ucks.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-1.html' title='song 1'/><author><name>clarineteater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16843177279057249501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d6jTVPzBLO8/SYRCRf5Y34I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGEhqcNnW1Q/S220/Lol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
