<?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-8687691</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:17:44.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bits &amp; pieces...</title><subtitle type='html'>My heart..my soul.. my love..my emptyness..my memories..my thoughts..my emotions..my flashbacks..my sweetest downfall..my everything..my regret..my dream..my future..my hell..my heaven..my sin..my life..my princess..my bits..my pieces..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-1896940349042000777</id><published>2009-01-15T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:07:18.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.= killer comment</title><content type='html'>- benny - says:&lt;br /&gt;a guai boy doesn't have boxes or condoms and packets of ciggs stash underneath his piano cover..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-1896940349042000777?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/1896940349042000777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=1896940349042000777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1896940349042000777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1896940349042000777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2009/01/killer-comment.html' title='=.= killer comment'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-6432806095342671764</id><published>2009-01-14T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:31:38.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting convo alone in the office on MSN</title><content type='html'>Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;pardon my abbrevations but whats NUS again? &lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, national university of singarpore gua&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, i think its interesting to live in another country &lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;although singapore cant be thaaat much dif from malaysia &lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont really wanna be stuck in the same old same old place my whole life lor&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, who else goin there? ur friends?&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;alot of them working there de..&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;pay also better...&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, yeaa, thats what my friends say too&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;but i think i value the experience of living in another country as much as the pay also&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;i can eat singapore food&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;then i can compare with malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;see which is better lor&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, u never thought of goin there?&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;i never really did..&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream to change malaysian movie industry&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;see where i landed.. ouch&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;*cough* more pg13 movies.. cough.. no more buthering cencored films..cough&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, why must it be had as in past tense? oye, ur still so young, its only when ur like 80 then ur allowed to use HAD&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;its a good dream i think&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, think of all those ppl who will be grateful to u&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;everyone also have to start somewhere geh, who knows where u gonna be in like few years&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;*at this very moment, Julio realized that his long forgotten dreams were still alive and kicking, thus heeded Madam Lings advise, and this significant change in time &amp; history played a prominent part in altering Julio's vague future*&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;omg i think i had a dejavu! haha.. &lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, deja vu, i always think having deja vu is fun, but i havent had that in long time edi&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;its such an interesting feeling&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, the way u put it is really funny&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;u had an ephiphany (not sure correct spelling or not)&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;its like the little narrator in my head giving a pitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-6432806095342671764?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/6432806095342671764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=6432806095342671764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6432806095342671764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6432806095342671764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2009/01/interesting-convo-alone-in-office-on.html' title='Interesting convo alone in the office on MSN'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-9134977138937615270</id><published>2008-12-03T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:35:32.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My overdosed delusion</title><content type='html'>It started long before me...&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it comin'...&lt;br /&gt;The distance, the promise...&lt;br /&gt;A state of isolation...&lt;br /&gt;And in my darkest nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;Things that I can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;The answer, is drowning, this pain will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise...&lt;br /&gt;The breaking...&lt;br /&gt;Rejection...&lt;br /&gt;Deception...&lt;br /&gt;Reflection...&lt;br /&gt;Conception...&lt;br /&gt;The missing...&lt;br /&gt;The torture...&lt;br /&gt;The madness...&lt;br /&gt;The sadness...&lt;br /&gt;Can this be?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow cast before me...&lt;br /&gt;A walk inside your circle...&lt;br /&gt;Protect me...&lt;br /&gt;Correct me...&lt;br /&gt;You got your orders, soldier...&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head is humming...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hear them coming...&lt;br /&gt;The power...&lt;br /&gt;Believing...&lt;br /&gt;The hate I hate believing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this?&lt;br /&gt;It can't be...&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you...&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't...&lt;br /&gt;Or would you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't fight me!&lt;br /&gt;Ignite me!&lt;br /&gt;My trigger...&lt;br /&gt;Your finger...&lt;br /&gt;Your darkness...&lt;br /&gt;I know it...&lt;br /&gt;Come forward!&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it!&lt;br /&gt;I mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power, is over!&lt;br /&gt;I've come to change the order!&lt;br /&gt;My training, is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, again!&lt;br /&gt;Your promise, is broken!&lt;br /&gt;I drank your sacred water.&lt;br /&gt;My mission, is holy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-9134977138937615270?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/9134977138937615270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=9134977138937615270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Here's a letter from hers truly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the question you asked me.Here is why I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear you speak your point of view, to listen to your goals, to be able to be by your side and walk with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to feel you stammer when you have something sweet to say,to put words so carefully to not hurt me, I love it to know that I have that effect on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hold onto your hands and to have our future come into mind right at the very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to recall how warm and blessed I felt each and every moment I was with you, to be able to cuddle with you, to be able to feel you close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to secretly know how nervous and shy you can make me feel when you're around just because i'm afraid to make a fool out of myself in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to know that only I call you g.wolfie and only you call me g.mushy, something only both of us know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it to know that you know what you're doing, because it meant I trust you. I love it when you look at me in the eyes, to be able to feel so close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you gently disagree with me,to know that we're being authentic to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you tells me you want the whole world to know about us,because deep down inside I have the very same thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you sing to me at night,to listen to your voice and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it that you ask me if I want you to quit smoking or to join Basics,to know that I meant something to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that you write, because that to me is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the moment you decided to love me, to let me experience love and being loved at the same moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way we met, the very day we crossed our paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how our birthdates link together,like a sign that we're meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,I just want you to know that I love you,without a doubt. That I hope that every step or change you made is for yourself and not me. Because as long as I'm with you, I know that I love you for who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved,&lt;br /&gt;your very adorable girlfriend.=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-1033963452572293152?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/1033963452572293152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=1033963452572293152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1033963452572293152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1033963452572293152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovedyour-girlfriendxp.html' title='Lets run away together &lt;3'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-562838304686132152</id><published>2008-10-23T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:38:38.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;ling!&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;heey&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;u know, nowadays ur really super semangat&lt;br /&gt;Ling says:&lt;br /&gt;being in love suits u&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;i guese  &lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-562838304686132152?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/562838304686132152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=562838304686132152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/562838304686132152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/562838304686132152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-6434153386615919126</id><published>2008-10-22T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:47:41.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cool Intro to a Story Book</title><content type='html'>Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;My gf came and find me just now in the office.. @_@&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the kitchen there.. opposite the so called empty meeting room.. then we kissed, suddenly the door open.. *memorable moment* .. then the girl was someone i know and intern.. lol then she open the door.. stare then terus close the door back and go inside.. u can imagine this scene right&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;damn memorable man.. haha lucky me   seriously.. that was so thrilling + pai seh + memorable.. hahaha.. happy nyerr..&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;then the only solitude we could find was the smoking room (yes, only me smokes) and we spend the entire 1 hour in there.. er.. ChIlling.... =P&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;additional info, my office has 3 companys.. at least 15 ppl was inside the office just now.. so its kinda cool to find solitude in the smoking room and thrilling as hell.. haha ppl were passing by going to the toilet (which is along the way to the smoking room) Wohoo&lt;br /&gt;Julio says:&lt;br /&gt;ok rant over, gnite =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-6434153386615919126?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/6434153386615919126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=6434153386615919126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6434153386615919126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6434153386615919126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-intro-to-story-book.html' title='A cool Intro to a Story Book'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-340470904272037395</id><published>2008-10-17T01:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:11:37.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Lucky to have you &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Im taken =]... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro: C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse1:&lt;br /&gt;    C                       Am&lt;br /&gt;Now do ya hear me talking to you&lt;br /&gt;            Dm7               G         Em&lt;br /&gt;Across the water, across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;           Am          Dm7&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my&lt;br /&gt;            G&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2:&lt;br /&gt;       C              Am &lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;            Dm7                 G          &lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;            Em            Am            &lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;              Dm7         G&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Am        Dm7                    G&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;                C       C/B      Am&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;             Dm7          G&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;C        Am        Em       G&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooh-oooooh ooh-ooooooh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Dm7                  Am&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;G              Dm7&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;               Am           G          Dm7&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye, I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;                        Am          G&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you, I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse3:&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing, through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island, where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music, fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I put a flower in you hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse4:&lt;br /&gt;And though the breezes through the trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty, you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;Let the world keep spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home some day&lt;br /&gt;oooooh oooh-oooooooh ooooh-ooooh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-340470904272037395?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/340470904272037395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=340470904272037395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/340470904272037395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/340470904272037395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-lucky-to-have-you-3.html' title='Im Lucky to have you &lt;3'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-751158934326528166</id><published>2008-10-14T03:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:42:31.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're right, Im backing off...</title><content type='html'>I feel so confuse, why am i feeling this way? A part of me just wants to run away with you, another part of me wants to stay, afraid and uncertain... I NEVER THOUGHT I'D FEEL THIS LOST, at least for another 3 more years to come... =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song's for you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run&lt;br /&gt;Running all the time&lt;br /&gt;Running to the future&lt;br /&gt;with you right by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;I’m the one you chose&lt;br /&gt;out of all the people&lt;br /&gt;you wanted me the most&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sorry that I’m falling&lt;br /&gt;help me up lets keep on running&lt;br /&gt;don’t let me fall out of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running, running&lt;br /&gt;as fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you make it&lt;br /&gt;(do you think we'll make it?)&lt;br /&gt;we're running&lt;br /&gt;keep holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;it's so we don't get separated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be&lt;br /&gt;be the one I need&lt;br /&gt;be the one I trust most&lt;br /&gt;don’t stop inspiring me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's hard to keep on running&lt;br /&gt;we work so much to keep it going&lt;br /&gt;don’t make me want to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro&lt;br /&gt;-----8--------8--------8--------8----------&lt;br /&gt;---5---5----5---5----5---5----5---5--------&lt;br /&gt;-5--------5--------5--------5--------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----7--------7--------7--------7----------&lt;br /&gt;---5---5----5---5----5---5----5---5--------&lt;br /&gt;----------4--------4--------4--------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-0-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------8--------8--------8--------8---------&lt;br /&gt;----5---5--------5--------5--------5-------&lt;br /&gt;-------------5--------5--------5-----------&lt;br /&gt;--7--------7--------7--------7-------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;-----3--------3--------1--------1----------&lt;br /&gt;-------3--------3--------1--------1--------&lt;br /&gt;---4--------4--------2--------2------------&lt;br /&gt;-5--------5--------3--------3--------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C                   Em&lt;br /&gt;Run, running all the time&lt;br /&gt;              Am&lt;br /&gt;Running to the future&lt;br /&gt;                G         F&lt;br /&gt;With you right by my side &lt;br /&gt;C                  Em&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm the one you chose&lt;br /&gt;               Am&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the people&lt;br /&gt;             G          F&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me the most &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   C&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sorry that I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;Help me up, let's keep on running&lt;br /&gt;Am           G            F     G&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me fall out of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;Running, running as fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we'll make it?&lt;br /&gt;       Am&lt;br /&gt;We're running, keep holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;G               F&lt;br /&gt;So we don't get separated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-751158934326528166?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/751158934326528166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=751158934326528166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/751158934326528166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/751158934326528166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-right-im-backing-off.html' title='You&apos;re right, Im backing off...'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-4817106519563523510</id><published>2008-09-25T08:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:16:15.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>A good friend stabs from the front&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-4817106519563523510?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/4817106519563523510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=4817106519563523510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/4817106519563523510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/4817106519563523510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-829559904530375045</id><published>2008-09-21T03:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:52:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over You</title><content type='html'>Daughtry's Over You is the best break up song ever. I've had enough. I won't be the other guy for you. I'm over you.. damn Im over you and it feels damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's all said and done,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you were the one&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down,&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house.&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took a hammer to these walls,&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall,&lt;br /&gt;Packed your bags and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say.&lt;br /&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut,&lt;br /&gt;A lot of others opened up,&lt;br /&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;br /&gt;That you never were the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm putting my heart back together,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;Well I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's all said and done,&lt;br /&gt;B                  C#m&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you were the one&lt;br /&gt;            B              A&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;C#m  B    F#m&lt;br /&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep.&lt;br /&gt;                        A        B&lt;br /&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;E                         &lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;C#m&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;C#m&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;F#m                                    A&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;       B&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E                          B&lt;br /&gt;You took a hammer to these walls,&lt;br /&gt;         C#m&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall,&lt;br /&gt;            B               A&lt;br /&gt;Packed your bags and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say.&lt;br /&gt;E                                   B&lt;br /&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut,&lt;br /&gt;                       C#m  &lt;br /&gt;A lot of others opened up,&lt;br /&gt;          B               F#m&lt;br /&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;br /&gt;                        A           B&lt;br /&gt;That you never were the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(REPEAT CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;(SOLO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;C#m&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;C#m&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;C#m&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh ah oh&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm putting my heart back together,&lt;br /&gt;C#m         B&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh ah oh&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh ah oh&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;Well I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;C#m        B&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh ah oh&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;F#m                                    A&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;      B&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-829559904530375045?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/829559904530375045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=829559904530375045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/829559904530375045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/829559904530375045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/09/over-youdamn-im-over-you.html' title='Over You'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-183518972881210841</id><published>2008-09-11T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:21:43.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sums up my day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julio says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bamboo Queen Darthstalker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ling says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ling says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will u respect ur boss if she had a name like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ling says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ling says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cultmember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ling says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i proudly present u with urs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ling says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mortal’s soul is pure, a shining paragon of virtue and light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until He comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His shadow darkens, corrupts, leading mortals unto decadent sin and the eternal torment of damnation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Torn Prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julio says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julio says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*struck in awe*!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8687691-183518972881210841?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/183518972881210841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=183518972881210841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/183518972881210841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/183518972881210841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/09/sums-up-my-day.html' title='sums up my day :)'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-7814638000950812906</id><published>2008-08-18T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:04:23.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let me fall out of love</title><content type='html'>What the hell was my last post about? Can't believe I wrote that! Can't believe I'm writing this blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: You still love her&lt;br /&gt;Julio: No, I just feel responsible for what happen to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love her anymore. Has been 1 year since i last felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still tell you "lets just run away together" when you're having a fight with your bf&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still tell you "let's get married, I'll take care of you" when you're suicidal&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still tell you "I'll be your rebound" when you're lost and shattered?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still listen to "goodbye my lover" with so much pain&lt;br /&gt;Why do I refuse to have a gf with your built and physics, afraid it reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel i deserve it...this feeling... of loneliness, agony &amp;amp; solemnity&lt;br /&gt;whenever you tell me intimate things about your relationship, and I agree to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed when your heart changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have been smoking till now&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have been refusing to see, hear of read "Love" genres&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have been fascinated by gore, sadness, torture and sadistic pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it whenever we talk, you ask me 2 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you have a gf?&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you slept with any girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know the answer. 2 years ago, I promised you that I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) will not have a gf until you get married and he could take care of you&lt;br /&gt;2) will only sleep with you&lt;br /&gt;3) catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel unsure the last time I called you and asked" Hey, why engage so fast" and u replied.. "Duno....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me whenever I dream of you.. because in there, you are always sleeping beside me&lt;br /&gt;When I open my eyes, you're gone from my side once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-7814638000950812906?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/7814638000950812906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=7814638000950812906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7814638000950812906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7814638000950812906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-let-me-fall-out-of-love.html' title='Don&apos;t let me fall out of love'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-1116219313089329183</id><published>2008-06-03T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T05:12:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Fantasy?</title><content type='html'>To seduce an older,librarian-ish woman who is quite awkward and shy and to conjure up the inner slut in her. This woman often will have a bookish face(bespectacled) but a slammin body hidden by a white blouse(the buttons are holding on for dear life) and a black dress that outlines some wide,sultry hips.....Oh man, I'm gonna bust a nut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-1116219313089329183?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/1116219313089329183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=1116219313089329183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1116219313089329183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1116219313089329183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/06/sexual-fantasy.html' title='Sexual Fantasy?'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-435632242481303564</id><published>2008-03-28T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:48:15.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ferris</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since i've had such a meaningful conversation with someone!&lt;br /&gt;Faster get your ass back here from the US of A! Ms. Ferris Ng Tien Pei! We all miss ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julio   :    ur welcome.. and happy birthday..^_~&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : ...and happy birthday to myself&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : bleh&lt;br /&gt;Julio   : awww.. least i could do is give u an E-HUG.. 1hug&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : hahhahha, oh how sweet, why thank you~~&lt;br /&gt;Julio   : damn.. i can feel that heavy sexay and ellegant accent of yours already.. WOW&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : hey, it's all pretentious mah...&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : can't you tell..ishk ishk&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : ahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;Julio    : i can smell a FAKE MANGLISH miles away.. cis.. haha.. tien pei.. guai po de.. salute u sista!!&lt;br /&gt;Ferris :  ahahahhhhahaha, fake manglish? pui fok you......can even think such a title huh&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : so how are you recently?&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : eh, you haven't tell me your sad tales of breaking up with your x-gf yet.&lt;br /&gt;Julio   : the sad tales of julio and his ex.. is but only a fragmance of the past. How about we talk about the renewed blossomed of cherry doves in Tien Pei's Prince of Thieves of her heart&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : ahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : renewed.....gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : the cherry blossom period has slip through the smooth silky fingers when the erupted volcanoes have gone withered. now it remains as a routined couplet blowing bits of bubbly ashes for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : any new cherry blossom for Julio lately? or targeted pinkish cherry blossom?&lt;br /&gt;Julio   :  well i dont have any new cherry blossoms.. but do have a cherry on the cake... many cherries appearing during my last sem in utar which ultra sux..&lt;br /&gt;Julio   :  well ashes blows in the wind.. and the wind is soothing.. speaking out to you.. so maybe u ought to just listen closely and follow your heart..&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : and does that cherry on that particular cake taste sweet enough to entice monsieur julio here? or it's just some regular quality preserved cherries lingering around your picky mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Julio   : well this cherry isnt one in the ordinary.. it aint pinkish red.. this cherry is a black sheep of all cherries.. in other words.. shes a goth chick.. in UTAR.. holy beep&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : the non-stop heart beats have divert my hearing from connecting to my heart's wish to the other layer of skin on the chest. it's all too fake to determine the utmost quality from the wind blowing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Julio   : the mystery she emmits that silent flirtatious stares she makse is killing me inside out&lt;br /&gt;Julio   : the so called non-stop heart beats you sunder is one you must not look downly upon, this is because ferriises heart is but all natural with no implants and therefore the clarity of the chest beating profoundly is sincere and truthful as it might seems on a babies bottom of clarity and enlightment&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : she sounds' somewhat like ...what's her name...Elsa, yea. Elsa. haha&lt;br /&gt;Julio      : elsa's a Jap chick.. dis 1 gothic sial..&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : see? they share the same idea, just different execution of ways.&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : so, do you see something sparkling bright lovey-dovey in this gothic enlightment? or the opposite worse? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : oh my gosh, julio ...you are dang good, boy. mUaahahah&lt;br /&gt;Julio   : she really tickles my fancy in some mysterious way that no one else could ever fanthom the sexiness of wanting somebody so bad just by the sight of her glaring eyes that seems ready to pounce on your undivided soulful innocence&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : did you take a deep breath and take your first baby step approaching this mystery goth-er?&lt;br /&gt;Julio   : the sight of her makes my limbs weak... and ive never felt this way before since the last time i... saw her again. See.. I try to resurge the every essence our faith cross path in the lonely building of UTAR that is devoided of cherries to be pick.. the one i laid my eyes on was not a stale cherry nor was it rotten, it was a blood diamond in the sands of time, a bait for me, left in the open ..&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : ahahhaahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ferris : english educated gothicious babe?&lt;br /&gt;Julio   : HELL YES !!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-435632242481303564?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/435632242481303564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=435632242481303564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/435632242481303564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/435632242481303564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-ferris.html' title='Happy Birthday Ferris'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-7262320587606920040</id><published>2008-02-24T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:17:36.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Godspeed... Eduardo!</title><content type='html'>I really liked him alot. Hopes he gets a speedy recovery and come back with a bang. Right now, im nowhere nearly as concerned about arsenal winning the EPL than about Eduardo making a speedy recovery and playing again at the highest level. I hope this is not a carrier threathening injury. Godspeed, Eduardo Da Silva... Arsenals no.9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-7262320587606920040?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/7262320587606920040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=7262320587606920040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7262320587606920040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7262320587606920040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/02/godspeed-eduardo.html' title='Godspeed... Eduardo!'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-6386723494019048133</id><published>2008-02-22T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:40:17.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I rest my case..</title><content type='html'>It is kinda proven that MANURE has the most jackasses fan base if one could even consider them fans with the likes of Alex Fuckerson, Pornaldo and Fugly Shrek. What's wrong with supporting another team besides MANURE? Does it make ya dick bigger? NO. Does it make your self esteem bigger? Well, maybe to compensate your prick of a dick! I pity the buggers who find solace in a team they barely see live and yet mentally attach their pride with such pathetic stride.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-6386723494019048133?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/6386723494019048133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=6386723494019048133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6386723494019048133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6386723494019048133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-rest-my-case.html' title='I rest my case..'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-6860011546526673959</id><published>2008-01-18T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:03:42.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny SHit!!</title><content type='html'>Well this happened a few days ago but its funny as hell! So Ahem.. long story short,  Kelvin &amp;amp; I where on our way to Jasons house. Apparently we could not contact him (no bats kua) during our way there I saw W.C one of our former schoolmates... Sinces Kelvs car had black shades and it was impossible to see within the interior, he just looked as the car that just drove by him while I opened half the door, shouting at him. We stopped, met and said hello, outside Jasons house. So we were just asking him about hows life.. he studies Doctor btw... that bastard. Oh anyway.. I asked him about his gf... which i HELPED him to KAU!! What was that, it has been 3-4 years now... that lucky bastard. She's a real catch too. Good for him. Kelv wanted to dig a hole in the ground because he is still single.. I kinda wanna lock the door and throw away the key too. HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Kev &amp;amp; WC were never that close anyway. Kev lit up a ciggie and WC asked us what are we doing here. So out of boredom we said.. we were waiting for Jason who owes us a damn shit load of cash and KElv has become a loan shark... the client tak mahu bayar duit... so now we waiting him to come out. We were acting all tough in a goofy way u know. Oh yeah anyway back&lt;br /&gt;to his girl.. we were asking him all sort of dumb questions and he seems really reserved.. while throwing me back the same questions ...  so we would never had the slightest idea over the size of his BALLS.. until.........&lt;br /&gt;Kelv asked me to the door and ask for jason... and then i say, ok W.C if you wanna join our little triad here all you got to do is go and ask jason for me. Bare in mind that he had no freaking idea who dis Jason guy is. Without much consideration, he just went there and did it, he knocked on the CLOSED DOOR, not ONCE but TWICE... until Jasons dad appeared and he asked if jason is in because he owes us cash. WE WERE LIKE WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so he didnt ask about the cash but still... that dudes got  balls man. Later on, i ordered NASI PATAYYA because i certainly lack the YOKES compared to that dude. ROck ON.. maybe when he is a doctor i'll have a checking from him too.. regarding my SIAO DI DI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-6860011546526673959?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/6860011546526673959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=6860011546526673959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6860011546526673959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6860011546526673959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-shit.html' title='Funny SHit!!'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-2962713248823931088</id><published>2007-12-29T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:15:50.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You...</title><content type='html'>No, I can't forget this evening&lt;br /&gt;Or your face as you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way the story goes&lt;br /&gt;You always smile but in you eyes your sorrow shows&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it shows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I had you there but then I let you go&lt;br /&gt;And now its only fair that I should let you know&lt;br /&gt;What you should know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live if living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't give, I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;Can't live if living is without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't give, I can't give anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-2962713248823931088?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/2962713248823931088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=2962713248823931088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/2962713248823931088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/2962713248823931088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/12/without-you.html' title='Without You...'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-8940629077935968769</id><published>2007-12-22T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T05:52:13.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an epic journey...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder am i living a lie... or is the lie engulfing my life? either way... i lose! Tears filled my eyes with sorrow... i believe with every sorrow, there is a new beginning.. to forget all your past and move on in life. It happened too fast, before I could catch my breath... I can still feel the&lt;br /&gt;wind surpassing my pace.. im broken and its only a matter of time before I shatter.. the irony of&lt;br /&gt;it is not self inflicting.. but like a shattered particle and tattered flesh..  onced glued together...&lt;br /&gt;will only hurt others! I never did think I would be capable of feeling this way... I never knew I could ever hold on for this long... given my past and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im growing up day by day, can you listen to the voices in your head telling you that&lt;br /&gt;time is of the fucking essence? GOD I hate shallowness! nomatter what I do, I always had to do&lt;br /&gt;it the hard way... I had to love to hate... and hate to love.. and find love when I think im not In love.. and find emptiness.. when im  finally in love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-8940629077935968769?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/8940629077935968769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=8940629077935968769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/8940629077935968769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/8940629077935968769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-epic-journey.html' title='What an epic journey...'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-5758909213445057016</id><published>2007-10-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:27:14.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sam</title><content type='html'>My dog just passed away peacefully today.. 28 october 2007.. at around 6pm.. i used to call him tabick sayang.. rest in peaceful heaven.. miss uUu.. luv ya lots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-5758909213445057016?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/5758909213445057016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=5758909213445057016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/5758909213445057016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/5758909213445057016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-sam.html' title='Dear Sam'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-7348770587239572457</id><published>2007-06-29T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:08:04.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine just broke up and its really depressing.. due to the fact that she is a really nice&lt;br /&gt;person... and her current guy should really learn to appreciate people like that as a friend or a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Panda... Everything that you want is in ur hands .. if you take a step back and look around. Dont give up ok? I do hope lifes treatin u alrite... things improve overtime and when life turns into one heck of a rollercoaster.. just strap ur seatbelt and just hang on ok? ull learn to glide.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-7348770587239572457?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/7348770587239572457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=7348770587239572457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7348770587239572457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7348770587239572457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/06/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-6350404721972389503</id><published>2007-05-19T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T20:31:20.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else find it slightly upsetting when people automatically think they know what's best for people they don't even know? Unless you know either of these people personally, I hardly think you  have the authority on who is "out of their league" or not. Obviously if they are together, engaged or not, there's a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to life (and relationships) than looks. What good is it if you're with a beautiful person but they have no personality? Looks fade, personalities don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-6350404721972389503?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/6350404721972389503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=6350404721972389503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6350404721972389503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6350404721972389503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/05/sick.html' title='SICK'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-1486219338412168420</id><published>2007-05-18T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:57:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fav song to sing when im down...</title><content type='html'>[Intro:]&lt;br /&gt;F# F#/B C#sus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  F#&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think of you&lt;br /&gt;F#/B            C#sus&lt;br /&gt;I always catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;     F#&lt;br /&gt;I'm still standing here&lt;br /&gt;And your miles away&lt;br /&gt;     F#/B               C#sus&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why you left me&lt;br /&gt;          D#m                           BMaj7                   C#sus&lt;br /&gt;And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C#&lt;br /&gt;I hear your name in certain circles&lt;br /&gt;  F#/B                     C#sus&lt;br /&gt;And it always makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;     F#&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time just thinkin about you&lt;br /&gt;    F#/B&lt;br /&gt;And its almost driving me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;       D#m             D#m7                                    C#sus&lt;br /&gt;But its my heart thats beggin down this long distance line tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;              C#            F#Maj7&lt;br /&gt;And/But I ain't missin' you at all&lt;br /&gt;                 B           C#sus&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone... Away&lt;br /&gt;                    F#Maj7&lt;br /&gt;I ain't missin' you&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I  might/my friends say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C#sus        F#&lt;br /&gt;There's a message in the wires&lt;br /&gt;        F#/B&lt;br /&gt;And I am sendin' you a signal tonight&lt;br /&gt;C#sus          F#&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how desperate I've become&lt;br /&gt;   F#/B&lt;br /&gt;And It looks like I'm loosein' this fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:] [my same chords......]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's my heart that's breakin' down this long dusty road of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[same chords.....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a message that I'm sendin' out&lt;br /&gt;Like a telograph to you or something&lt;br /&gt;I can't bridge this distance&lt;br /&gt;Honey, stop this heart ache all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't missin' you at all&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone... Away&lt;br /&gt;I ain't missin' you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what my friends say&lt;br /&gt;I ain't missin' you&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone... Away&lt;br /&gt;I ain't missin you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, no matter what your friends say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't missin you at all&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone... Away&lt;br /&gt;I ain't missin' you&lt;br /&gt;Nooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-1486219338412168420?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/1486219338412168420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=1486219338412168420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1486219338412168420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1486219338412168420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-fav-song-to-sing-when-im-down.html' title='My fav song to sing when im down...'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-1387544270345032572</id><published>2007-05-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:55:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great friends</title><content type='html'>thanks for the support bro. But i dont want to love again. Why would i want that? Im still very much in love and if it ever ends... hell its not gona start.. because i dont want to. No reason to as well. Love is so unnesecarry if its not with the person u want it to be. Love is not a NEED.. its a WANT. I dont need another love. The last think i ever want is a lovely romance with another girl. It's god damn unnecesarry and the happiness will never be the same again. I have a great bunch of friends. Im thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomatter what others say. I've already found my soulmate and i rather die then find another. I'd rather be single rather then find another because the happiness will only be momentary but deep within u still feel empty... and its unfair for the other party. However the coin ends flipping... i deserve everything im gonna get and im well aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt complete as one... as a whole? This feeling makes knowing her a No regret nomatter what the outcome will be... or has already been....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-1387544270345032572?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/1387544270345032572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=1387544270345032572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1387544270345032572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1387544270345032572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/05/great-friends.html' title='Great friends'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-8108169231694888601</id><published>2007-05-17T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:51:15.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it!!</title><content type='html'>I missed the chance to watch number 23 by jim jim... :( Been going out every single day and coming home in the midnight.....&lt;br /&gt;whenever im out... i feel happy... it's been quite long since i went to da cinema since&lt;br /&gt;my movie kaki buddies are out of town... Its quite sad that all my close friends stay so far away&lt;br /&gt;When im back home... i think of u.... im afraid of hurting... afraid of confrontation.... &lt;br /&gt;afraid of revelation... afraid of the truth.... that is why i dont go online.... that is why i dont&lt;br /&gt;call you often... that is why i dont msg you often. Whenever i msg u.. i really cant help it because&lt;br /&gt;im crying as i type... im sorry... i miss uUu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-8108169231694888601?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/8108169231694888601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=8108169231694888601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/8108169231694888601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/8108169231694888601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/05/damn-it.html' title='Damn it!!'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-9039541268250656119</id><published>2007-05-17T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:00:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck is wrong with people these days..</title><content type='html'>If you have saw or heard about the bakuteh case.. den u will feel exactly the way i do. The world is more fucked than ever before and those worried about little things should really open their perspective further.  I dont really fuck up other peoples life for my sadistic wellbeing..... so i guese im really entitled to what i do... as long as i dont fuck up others. But those mfukin gunmans or heartless bastards should really be shot in the head. Sometimes i wish i was a superhero.. not like Mr. Spidey but a dark gothic VAMP almost like Hellsing... to torment those bastards... hell yeah they deserve eternal torment... burn in hell. Anyway... aren't vampire potrayed in movies sexy... isnt sucking blood @ the neck... sexy and painless? Unlike a machete wielding berzerker. And btw vamps in buffy is friggin ugly............ not those types.&lt;br /&gt;The PALE type is more to my liking. Too bad there is no haloween here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-9039541268250656119?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/9039541268250656119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=9039541268250656119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/9039541268250656119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/9039541268250656119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-fuck-is-wrong-with-people-these.html' title='What the fuck is wrong with people these days..'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-5498351816216288968</id><published>2007-05-13T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T04:37:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today...</title><content type='html'>Damn paiseh... just finish cc.. full mar.. den me and WH one side... ch and J the other. We fin play de then went down and bayar.. den come back up.. i saw chee seng.. (gray shirt) then i went there and massage him like i normally do then i said "wei fast la" ... then the guy look back.. with a priceless expression of OMFG.. BIN GOH LEI GEH!! then i was like.. OMFG... WTF BBQ PORK CHOP SAUCE!! ... CHO YAN!! pai seh like hell.. WH there beh tahan wana laugh till die... wtffffffffffffffffffffff =.= pai sehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh =.=&lt;br /&gt;then i was like AHHH MOU YI SI AH.. den he just smile.. i was like.. WTF MAN =.= his gf somemore beside... wah kau.. lucky i din cha his po.. later i die gaox100000000000000!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-5498351816216288968?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/5498351816216288968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=5498351816216288968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/5498351816216288968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/5498351816216288968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/05/today.html' title='today...'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-4543425384471572511</id><published>2007-05-13T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T04:30:58.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chillin</title><content type='html'>PD was fun. Thanks guys for da suprise. luv u guyz. great friends... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-4543425384471572511?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/4543425384471572511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=4543425384471572511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/4543425384471572511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/4543425384471572511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/05/chillin.html' title='chillin'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-3216967698190206365</id><published>2007-05-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:52:05.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This aint a love song</title><content type='html'>Intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;B-9-9-9-9-7--7-7-9-9h11------------------------&lt;br /&gt;G-----------------------9--9-6-4--6-6p4--------&lt;br /&gt;D---------------------------------------6-4----&lt;br /&gt;A----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;E----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E                                   B          D&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen it coming when roses died&lt;br /&gt;                            A                  Am&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen the end of summer in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;                                E&lt;br /&gt;I should have listened when you said good night&lt;br /&gt;                 B&lt;br /&gt;You really meant good bye&lt;br /&gt;E                                     B                 D&lt;br /&gt;Baby, ain't it funny, how you never ever learn to fall&lt;br /&gt;                                      A                         Am&lt;br /&gt;You're really on your knees, when you think you're standing tall&lt;br /&gt;                     E                     B&lt;br /&gt;But only fools are "know-it-alls" and I played that fool for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;B------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;G------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;D------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A-2-4-7-7-4-2-2-0--------------------&lt;br /&gt;E------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pre-Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A&lt;br /&gt;I cried and I cried&lt;br /&gt;            C#m                     B&lt;br /&gt;There were nights that died for you baby&lt;br /&gt;    A                  C#m                           B&lt;br /&gt;I tried and I tried to deny that your love drove me crazy, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Chorus&lt;br /&gt;        E                          B&lt;br /&gt;If the love that I got for you is gone&lt;br /&gt;      C#m                        A&lt;br /&gt;If the river I cried ain't that long&lt;br /&gt;          E               B                       A&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong, this ain't a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I thought you and me would stand the test of time&lt;br /&gt;Like we got away with the perfect crime but&lt;br /&gt;We were just a legend in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I was blind&lt;br /&gt;Remember those nights dancing at the masquerade&lt;br /&gt;The clowns wore smiles that wouldn't fade&lt;br /&gt;You and I were the renegades, some things never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pre-Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me so mad 'cause I wanted it bad for us baby&lt;br /&gt;Now it's so sad that whatever we had, ain't worth saving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the love that I got for you is gone&lt;br /&gt;If the river I've cried ain't that long&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm wrong, yes I'm wrong, this ain't a love song&lt;br /&gt;If the pain that I'm feeling so strong&lt;br /&gt;Is the reason that I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong - this ain't a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pre Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried and I cried&lt;br /&gt;There were nights that I died for you baby&lt;br /&gt;I tried and I tried to deny that your love drove me crazy&lt;br /&gt;     Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the love that I got for you is gone&lt;br /&gt;If the river I cried ain't that long&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong - this ain't no love song&lt;br /&gt;If the pain that I'm feeling so strong&lt;br /&gt;Is the reason that I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong - this ain't a love song&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm wrong, yeah I'm wrong - this ain't a love song&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm wrong, yeah, I'm wrong - this ain't a love song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-3216967698190206365?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/3216967698190206365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=3216967698190206365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/3216967698190206365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/3216967698190206365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-aint-love-song.html' title='This aint a love song'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-7627034466159879190</id><published>2007-04-04T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:40:27.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything i feel... everything that happened... every singe line... every single word... is written in this song...</title><content type='html'>Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-7627034466159879190?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/7627034466159879190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=7627034466159879190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7627034466159879190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7627034466159879190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/04/everything-i-feel-every-line-every.html' title='Everything i feel... everything that happened... every singe line... every single word... is written in this song...'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-347051417417876980</id><published>2007-03-22T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:14:59.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Day of Production</title><content type='html'>Quite lazy type out the experience during production, but todays setting was&lt;br /&gt;really something. Man it was empty, dark, filled with broken beer bottles, graffiti&lt;br /&gt;and damp moist green stuffs in every nook and cranny. The staircase had broken doors&lt;br /&gt;torn apart. The rooftop located on the 3rd floor was HUGE and EMPTY.&lt;br /&gt;The far top of it was filled with seeping water from the rain, thus creating a mini&lt;br /&gt;flood that swirls around. I found it quite a beauty, because it made a patern like waves do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for the final scene.. after i supposingly jumped (jump cut) down,  got a few budak, auntie, security guard, shop keepers, mat rempits, lorry drivers,&lt;br /&gt;budak basikal, school children, factory workers and audience,&lt;br /&gt;around watching from outside the set.&lt;br /&gt;watching me lying down there for the final scene =.= swt lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall had fun. What ive learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN max can dance well ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN im gona knock myself out when i go clubbing with noob dancing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN i get  sun burn easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN i know now why actors get paid so much. IT's paid&lt;br /&gt;per strainious effort =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN im finaly missing sleep =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN to prove my  point above, i choose sleeping over BLOOD DIAMOND! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN I love LEonardo Dicaprio &amp;amp; JIm Carey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN that abandon carpark isnt really so abandon after all since&lt;br /&gt;everybody is watching from afar =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN i finaly ate bakuteh today for lunch after so long~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN i just learned a new word today = Corn Flake Heart &lt;br /&gt;it means someone who loves admiring tons of people but once they found their true love,&lt;br /&gt;they are gona give their all, inside out..sincerely, cherishing every moment together as ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN i was humming "Jason Collett - We all lose one another" during the shooting when&lt;br /&gt;i was alone in the abandon carpark rooftop while the crew were down filming me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN isnt it ironic that this were the lyrics (which i had no idea before that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;So this is the day of the dead&lt;br /&gt;Of St. Jude and the lady of Guadeloupe&lt;br /&gt;Apples and oranges&lt;br /&gt;And silver coins for ghosts to gamble with&lt;br /&gt;Marigolds and candles&lt;br /&gt;This is birth and this is death&lt;br /&gt;All in the same breath&lt;br /&gt;We all lose one another along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the day of the dead&lt;br /&gt;Bound by love unbound by flesh&lt;br /&gt;This is for those who have gone before&lt;br /&gt;Flower petals falling on the altar&lt;br /&gt;This is just a gift&lt;br /&gt;This is birth and this is death&lt;br /&gt;All in the same breath&lt;br /&gt;We all lose one another along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DamN i have no idea what to DamN about anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-347051417417876980?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/347051417417876980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=347051417417876980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/347051417417876980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/347051417417876980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/03/final-day-of-production.html' title='Final Day of Production'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-6163938297132318463</id><published>2007-03-18T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:36:45.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>After watching the trailer countless of times, its inevitable that i should watch this movie&lt;br /&gt;A.S.A.P. Got a friend to tag alone, she was a movie goer too. She was really nice to acompany&lt;br /&gt;me on such short notice. Besides, we did catched up on lost times. I lost a football bet to her&lt;br /&gt;when Liverpool Faced Barca.. so needed to belanja her McD =.= Everything was cool, a few glances here and there from others but who gives a damn ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOVIE WAS SIMPLY  "@#$%^&amp;amp;*!" AWESOME in every sense!! The fighting scenes&lt;br /&gt;were really breathtaking... the editing was superb.. the lightings were greatly done..&lt;br /&gt;cinematography was brilliant. Gerard Butler whom played King Leonidas showed great character and resurgence. Mind blowing performance. I felt so contented after watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;I rate the movie a 10/10 for entertaintment value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Trivia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw baskin robbins ad for M.P during the opening and msg jolingg =p she was still doing editing&lt;br /&gt;hope her car gets welll sooon .. she told me.. her car  = her leg :( i soo wana know her driving history but she duwan tell ish.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie was the first to tell me that 300 wasnt good, storyline wise.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt figure out why but then i realised her bf was of persian decendant. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dear..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andry ( Gaya Boi a.k.a Park Ji Sung lookalike) told me that in 300, you get to see&lt;br /&gt;half naked ppl.. *pauses* ......... "Naked Men" =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching 300, i went to amcorp and bought "God of War II" just because it reminded&lt;br /&gt;me of 300. Spartan rocks.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised C.S that i will watch 300 with him.. next week since he is not free. What im gonna&lt;br /&gt;do is watch it again.. because 300 is worth it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i influenced my bro to watch it. Tonight he is going KLCC to watch.. right after work ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-6163938297132318463?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/6163938297132318463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=6163938297132318463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6163938297132318463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6163938297132318463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-5133372569920572602</id><published>2007-03-15T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:58:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late nite movie..</title><content type='html'>Came back today from a screening, skipped the 1st class. &lt;-- Thanks Jolingg.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, didnt bring my bag.. hmm the movie.. how do i put it..i didnt felt that&lt;br /&gt;touched by the love scenes because seriously.. i juust am not interested&lt;br /&gt;in it anymore. The part where the father carried her daughter &amp;amp; the mountain&lt;br /&gt;screaming scene did ring some bells tho.  So i came back.. and i watched "My Sassy Girl".&lt;br /&gt;I was suprised that the version i had was the uncut version. Watched for awhile and&lt;br /&gt;felt sleepy. So i slept till around 7.30. Then CS call woke me up. He's on the way.&lt;br /&gt;So g2g.. didnt even bother to change, wore the same thingy and went. Hair was a mess&lt;br /&gt;but who gives a ****. Fetched jason and we were on our way.. reached 1u, Went to GSC&lt;br /&gt;Jason bought the ticket. There were many couples lining up. Hmm didnt wana give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Me and CS decided to take our dinner since we havent had any yet.&lt;br /&gt;So Jay lined up while we went to kfc. Since Jay didnt have any credit i gave him my hp.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me "You dont have any incoming call?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: From who? Fen shou already call what!&lt;br /&gt;He: Alright man&lt;br /&gt;Me: See u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KFC, ordered 2 rips 2 potatoes, eat till so pao! Jason bought the movie Turistas.&lt;br /&gt;This is one sick movie. About a group of tourist stuck on the brazilian coast when&lt;br /&gt;their bus broke down, was drugged by the people there and brought to a house in the&lt;br /&gt;middle of nowhere for organ traficking. There was a scene where Beau Garrett is lying on the operation table and we can see the entire process. Anyway, i enjoyed the movie i guese.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. at least not as bad compared to SAW III (which i have yet to complete)&lt;br /&gt;So when the movie finished, we saw Hong, Aun and You outside. They were watching 300!&lt;br /&gt;Chated awhile, blowed air outside the carpark and went back in. Played a little POOl WHICH&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING SUCK AT!!!!!!!!!!!! So they didnt charge me for the cost. You should be able&lt;br /&gt;to imagine how sucky i was. CS had work tmw so went back after that. Forgot my key&lt;br /&gt;but my bro was still awake. Gona go bath now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-5133372569920572602?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/5133372569920572602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=5133372569920572602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/5133372569920572602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/5133372569920572602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/03/late-nite-movie.html' title='Late nite movie..'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-7928023415368869362</id><published>2007-03-06T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:09:40.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday bash</title><content type='html'>In the wee morning at 1 am today.. went for spa and sauna with the group. My gosh.. a whole new experience. Sweat till beh tahan.. went upstairs to relax. Of course there were massage girls standing in line. All the guys was like checking em out but i felt kinda sad when i look at them. I hate to see them being treated as items.. and i feel sad looking at their attire.. reminds me of her.. hers.. i only want to think about her.. and no one else. Hmm.. went back at 5.. slept for around 1 hour plus before rushing to the morning class at 8am. Today felt like throwing up numerous times.. havent eaten yet.. dont have appetite. Dont wana eat anything. I feel so broken.. deep inside.. my heart aches so badly.. i really cant sleep. Its like you are breathing in air.. but there is a deep void in the chest.. and its engulfing your soul day by day.. every single second.. i treasure us.. padlock it adi.. there is no air left for anyone else. Sad aint it.. hmmmm.. i just wanna stay with you in this moment forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-7928023415368869362?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/7928023415368869362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=7928023415368869362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7928023415368869362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7928023415368869362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/03/bday-bash.html' title='Bday bash'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-470700943933449656</id><published>2007-03-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:34:49.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could stay lost in this moment forever...</title><content type='html'>Its hard to lose someone.. breaking up with someone.. but its much more painful to see that person find someone else.. &lt;3 shattered in pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-470700943933449656?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/470700943933449656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=470700943933449656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/470700943933449656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/470700943933449656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-could-stay-lost-in-this-moment.html' title='I could stay lost in this moment forever...'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-8713790708996435304</id><published>2007-02-26T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:37:47.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pleasant suprise</title><content type='html'>Today was one very unforgetable day. I have not been proud of the things ive done in life&lt;br /&gt;but true friends can really see pass all this. Ive always had a place for her in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Shes a really nice friend.. a really good friend. Someone who you will recognize in an instant&lt;br /&gt;that she has a kind heart and a good personality. And it was a pleasant surpise when she showed&lt;br /&gt;me what she wrote in the year 2005. I read it.. and couldnt help smiling because it was really&lt;br /&gt;unexpected. And the best part is, it was all coming back to me. The memories .. man do i miss&lt;br /&gt;those days where life wasnt so complicated and it was all simple back then. Sometimes i tend&lt;br /&gt;to avoid feelings or conflict. That is when i turn cold. Im sorry for what happened back then.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best in life and love and hope one day.. you will become a succesfull newscaster.&lt;br /&gt;This thread is dedicated to you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-8713790708996435304?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/8713790708996435304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=8713790708996435304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/8713790708996435304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/8713790708996435304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/02/pleasant-suprise.html' title='A pleasant suprise'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-6479137145062335227</id><published>2007-02-25T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:50:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>Been having mood swings lately.. the simplest of things makes me&lt;br /&gt;happy while the easiest of things gets me all pissed and stuff. Been seeing lots of movies lately. I loved Babel &amp;amp; The Departed, the most. Babel for its brilliant way of telling the story and..&lt;br /&gt;The Departed.. for well.. the word "fuck" and its derivatives are said 237 times while the word "cunt" is spoken 22 times throughout the film. Oh anyway DiCaprio is such a talent.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to watch Blood Diamond. This CNY is one heck of a boring one for me.&lt;br /&gt;Miss my Grandma cant wait to see her &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-6479137145062335227?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/6479137145062335227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=6479137145062335227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6479137145062335227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6479137145062335227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/02/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-7602440915448913036</id><published>2007-02-11T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:31:45.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rover &amp; Max</title><content type='html'>Was talking to Joanne about animals.. suddenly i remember you guys..&lt;br /&gt;how i missed you..Rover..Max.. i could regonise you both over a million&lt;br /&gt;other german sheppards in an instant..&lt;br /&gt;you guys will always be in my heart..my 1st german sheppard..&lt;br /&gt;name is rover...... he kena bang by car 1 day when my mom walking him..&lt;br /&gt;the whole week b4 that he no appetite eat..&lt;br /&gt;usualy my mom walk outside he walk inside.. but that day he walk outside..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly got 1 car speed.. then bang him.. then he at the road there.. i came i cry and&lt;br /&gt;hug him.. on the road.. ppl surrounding.. i cry non stop.. later the vet in car come..&lt;br /&gt;need inject him.. put him to sleep..the last time i saw him he was looking at me&lt;br /&gt;with tear in his eye.. until they injecy him.. i was there holding him..&lt;br /&gt;very sad perioid in my life.. i hate the driver who did that..u canot imagine my hatred&lt;br /&gt;for that driver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Max i miss you too.. i miss wearing you with mittens when its cold outside.. i wish i could have spend more time with you.. and took care of you more =( you had that naughy smile always.. hUGs.. if i were to lye down bleeding myself.. will you both appear in my eyes for a moment? i miss you guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-7602440915448913036?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/7602440915448913036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=7602440915448913036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7602440915448913036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/7602440915448913036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/02/rover-max.html' title='Rover &amp; Max'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-1198502324279842451</id><published>2007-02-07T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:42:02.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A song i wrote =)</title><content type='html'>Title - Close Your Eyes&lt;br/&gt;Composed by: J.T&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(1st verse)&lt;br/&gt;G D Em7 &lt;br/&gt;Middle of the night i can hear your voice&lt;br/&gt;Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;Oh Its crystal clear..&lt;br/&gt;G D Em7 &lt;br/&gt;Whispering into my left ear~ (medium)&lt;br/&gt;Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;Memories reappear..~&lt;br/&gt;G D Em7&lt;br/&gt;Desire or Despair?~ (very high)&lt;br/&gt;Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;I guese i already knewww~ &lt;br/&gt;G D Em7 Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;Recurring dreams of you.... (low)&lt;br/&gt;G D Em7 Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;Bite the dust once more... ~&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(2nd Verse)&lt;br/&gt;G D Em7&lt;br/&gt;Hearing your name every now and then&lt;br/&gt;Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;Lifts me to the skies&lt;br/&gt;G D Em7 &lt;br/&gt;The wind is blowing strongly from where i stand&lt;br/&gt;Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;Take me away from here~&lt;br/&gt;G D Em7 &lt;br/&gt;When did you lost grip? (High) &lt;br/&gt;Cadd9 &lt;br/&gt;I guese you already knew&lt;br/&gt;G D Em7 &lt;br/&gt;Did we lost our song? (Low)&lt;br/&gt;Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;The silence is killing me..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br/&gt;G D &lt;br/&gt;Did you know that ive been&lt;br/&gt;Em7 Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;~so many people~(Very High)&lt;br/&gt;G&lt;br/&gt;in this life.&lt;br/&gt;D Em7 Cadd9 &lt;br/&gt;But I know that im falling short of who i am &lt;br/&gt;G D Em7 Cadd9 G &lt;br/&gt;Fall back.. and tell me you're floating alright&lt;br/&gt;D Em7 Cadd9 G (continues)&lt;br/&gt;Lay down, now how did you sleep last night...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br/&gt;My heart's beating but&lt;br/&gt;there's not a sound left&lt;br/&gt;in this empty heart of mine&lt;br/&gt;The gates are starting to rust..&lt;br/&gt;It's been 2 Years&lt;br/&gt;since it was opened &lt;br/&gt;Time to shut it tight&lt;br/&gt;one final time&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Ending Verse)&lt;br/&gt;G D Em7 Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;I'll let you go..&lt;br/&gt;G D Em7 Cadd9&lt;br/&gt;please close your eyes for me tonight..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-1198502324279842451?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/1198502324279842451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=1198502324279842451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1198502324279842451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/1198502324279842451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-i-wrote.html' title='A song i wrote =)'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-5743080511181479314</id><published>2007-02-07T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:39:56.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all you need is one..</title><content type='html'>Is time a chalice of unforgetable memories stored into eternity.. till when will it be released again and set free once more? when the memories recollect from an already emtpy soul.... then what happens next? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Do we give up? do we give in? All of those things that i thought was so easy.. just got harder and harder each day. There are billions of trillions of peoples .. but sometimes....................... all you need is one&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-5743080511181479314?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/5743080511181479314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=5743080511181479314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/5743080511181479314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/5743080511181479314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-you-need-is-one.html' title='all you need is one..'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-6717662703282033008</id><published>2007-02-07T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:39:22.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan the 31st &lt;3</title><content type='html'>January 31, 2007 &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Has it been this long? Has it been this fast?... when did is started ticking? when did it stop? has it? what stopped it? did it? What is life when there are no answers to whats ahead.. why do people go tru life doing the thinks they do without knowing if by any chance.. there will be a forked road where there are 2 options that would alter our faith forever.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ever wonder what the untaken route would have lead to for better or for worse? Maybe in another timeline in an exact replica of an existing sphere around us.. i might find those freaking forsaken answers... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Todays important for me.. it probably always will.. heck it always will !!! I cant see beyond what i already percept for it pains me .. to look back and forth.. past and future... im not gonna go around assuming nor judging the very blueprint that has now turned to dust..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Doesnt it feels like yesterday that youve got ur whole life planned out.. but it feels like forever to see it through right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-6717662703282033008?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/6717662703282033008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=6717662703282033008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6717662703282033008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/6717662703282033008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/02/jan-31st-3.html' title='Jan the 31st &lt;3'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-5222637731531085465</id><published>2007-02-07T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:19:58.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again.. dear bloggy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its been so long since ive been here... but now that. im back .. can i stay for awhile? 2 years have past me by.. times have changed..  feelings have changed..knowledge have changed.. experience have changed.. my life has drastically changed.. everything i knew dearly to me has been a lie all this while.. an illusion..   seems like all that was important to me is not really so.. not anymore. Im starting to feel lost once again in this big unfriendly world. I always had hope and dreamed a future for us.. but all that has been shattered right in front of me. It pains me so much .. so soo freaking much.....i cry myself to sleep.. countless nights u will never find out.. countless nights figuring&lt;br/&gt;.. i know im unworthy for you.. regret fills my soul.. the joy and happiness deep within me shall never be healed.. im not like you.. once i am broken.. it can never be fixed..  i dont want to.. i wont want to.. i shall never want to.. i have lost faith in this cliche feeling.. isnt it overated to begin with? i once believed in true love.. but never again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-5222637731531085465?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/5222637731531085465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=5222637731531085465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/5222637731531085465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/5222637731531085465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-again-dear-bloggy.html' title='Hello again.. dear bloggy...'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8687691.post-109758116427921898</id><published>2004-10-12T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T02:46:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love you</title><content type='html'>its been so long since i last updated my blog.. oh well.. it doesnt really matter bcos no1s gona read it newaes.. kekekkee............. hmm anyway i just wana let the whole world know that i really love my gf so so much and really wana marry her hehe.. feels nice after saying that.. hmm well.. goodnite.. julio.. bye bye =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8687691-109758116427921898?l=julioteh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/feeds/109758116427921898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8687691&amp;postID=109758116427921898' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/109758116427921898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8687691/posts/default/109758116427921898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julioteh.blogspot.com/2004/10/love-you.html' title='love you'/><author><name>Julio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741680295217224617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tqD-W2HLD6s/R-vbAdcBPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8KYwGNIQ-ho/S220/sexy+ghost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
