<?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-8869570418612467349</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:09:48.042-08:00</updated><category term='Bitch'/><category term='Life is a bitch'/><category term='Your'/><category term='torment'/><category term='Hearts burst into fire'/><category term='mother'/><category term='father'/><category term='Not going'/><category term='Shibarney'/><category term='Fun.'/><category term='Shivanehhhh'/><title type='text'>Words Can't Describe Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-3560664978485076640</id><published>2009-11-14T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:04:49.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh Uh Oh :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What would my mama do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uh Oh Uh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If she found out about my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongue piercing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uh Oh Uh Oh ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-3560664978485076640?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/3560664978485076640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/11/uh-oh-uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/3560664978485076640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/3560664978485076640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/11/uh-oh-uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh Uh Oh :)'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-8349098048820286392</id><published>2009-10-17T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:44:58.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch'/><title type='text'>Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The title says it all. Get the FUCK outta my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-8349098048820286392?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8349098048820286392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/8349098048820286392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/8349098048820286392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-away.html' title='Go Away'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-7587717381204380022</id><published>2009-10-08T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T03:03:08.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shibarney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torment'/><title type='text'>Torment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....what do i do now? What do i do, now that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; made my best friend &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;? She doesn't wanna talk to me. Wow, life IS fun, huh? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; i guess my heart hurts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i don't ever want her to leave my side. I just ended an argument with her few days back and now, another one... I'm very disappointed with myself. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so sorry for everything. But if you want me to leave then so be it. Thank you for everything, the smiles, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;, and the scoldings i got that were for my own good. Thank you for being such a great friend to me. Guess it's time to go now. Bye, oh beautiful wonder. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Torment me so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-7587717381204380022?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7587717381204380022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/10/torment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/7587717381204380022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/7587717381204380022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/10/torment.html' title='Torment.'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-529617097743084332</id><published>2009-09-29T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:25:33.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Woke up today excitedly coz i was going to the gym after such a fucking long time. Needed the work out badly. After meeting the machees or mycheese, as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shivani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; calls em, we bused over to the gym in Woodlands Stadium. Then while working out, the funniest thing happened. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt; was lifting weights and checking himself out in the mirror while me and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Elvyin&lt;/span&gt; were training our legs. So i started imagining what Bruno'd be thinking in his head. Like "Ooh, im so fucking sexy, look at my biceps' and the other normal thing would be running through his mind: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Diviya&lt;/span&gt;. Then when i told Elvyin this, he just burst out laughing and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bruno&lt;/span&gt; started looking at us all funny. Usually I'm used to that look coz i think he has something for me, stupid gay fella. Hmmm so amidst all the bastardizations, we worked our asses off. Then stupidly, we went to Causeway Point macs to have lunch, thus putting back all the weight we lost. See, my life sucks so much. Grrr. Rawr. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Live Life. Love God. Love Shivani. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-529617097743084332?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/529617097743084332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/09/power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/529617097743084332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/529617097743084332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/09/power.html' title='Power.'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-2290467609313192361</id><published>2009-09-26T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:41:04.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shivanehhhh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun.'/><title type='text'>Welcome Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow. Really long time since i came here. Been away for far too long. Anyways, met my new friend &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shivani &lt;/span&gt;today! She's so...fun. Haha. So down to earth and so cool. Anyways, we prank called people the whole day then we tricked &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elvyin&lt;/span&gt; into coming to meet us, telling him that we had free pizzas and all. Then we met &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bruno &lt;/span&gt;along the way after lunch, and decided to lepak at Mandai Tekong park. Then we walked to Causeway, got some friendship bands then lepak a while more.....and left. So all in all, today i had fun like crazy. And &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shivani&lt;/span&gt;, thank you so damn much for being my friend. You coming into my life, was a blessing from God to me. Love all my friends to death. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thnks Fr Th Mmrs&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Missing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Loving my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Loving &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-2290467609313192361?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2290467609313192361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/2290467609313192361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/2290467609313192361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home.'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-4078085733052083082</id><published>2009-03-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:27:12.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agony's Masquerade.</title><content type='html'>Love is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can't live with it and can't live without it either. Sometimes i wonder if that 'dream girl' even exists or not. Coz my heart has been tattered and torn, stepped and mashed upon until it has turned into a bloody pulp. I really hope she's real. I wish she'd look me in the eyes, and tell me that she loves me. And I'd tell her that i find my paradise when she looks me in the eyes. Idk why, but i think girls are always meant to be just my friends or something....Sorry if I'm bitching but yea I'm really going through a rough time right now. Having lots of problems. Nearly lost one of my friends, but I'm glad she still cared enough to stay by my side. Love her so much. Haiz.....Love. You suck. Period. I hate you for what you did to me on Christmas eve, and the second time few months back. You may think it's funny but i don't. Love. You're a bitch, i swear. Oh God, what did i ever do to deserve this? I don't know what i did but it must have been pretty bad till i had to go through torture to this extent. Well i guess i had it coming. Anyways, gonna head to bed now. Au Revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-4078085733052083082?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4078085733052083082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/03/agonys-masquerade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/4078085733052083082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/4078085733052083082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/03/agonys-masquerade.html' title='Agony&apos;s Masquerade.'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-5983448134670385838</id><published>2009-02-25T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:02:42.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>So went to church to meet Gian, Dosh, Gabriel and Michelle for their music practice today. Wow it was actually fun, we were jamming 'hotel cali' and 'my girl'. Then i got a call, a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; phone call indeed. Guess life ain't fucking around with just me, but with some others as well. Haiz, and life goes on.....gotta go church tmw again coz its Ash Wednesday. See yall, fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-5983448134670385838?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/5983448134670385838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/5983448134670385838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/5983448134670385838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-4121501312455595812</id><published>2009-02-10T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:07:00.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for whatever i said before, Syesha. I'd rather have you as a friend than to lose you completely. You're my best friend, and I'll love you know matter what. Just know that 'll always be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your guardian angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-4121501312455595812?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4121501312455595812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/everlasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/4121501312455595812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/4121501312455595812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/everlasting.html' title='Everlasting'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-2292852339293190364</id><published>2009-02-09T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:50:42.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is a bitch'/><title type='text'>Life and her problems.</title><content type='html'>Wow, no again. Why am i not bloody surprised? I was stupid enough to actually think that i had a chance. She's so beautiful but i....i, am just an evil bum. I don't deserve her. But why can't i let go? Why do i keep getting this feeling to not let go? I know she doesn't like me, and she never will. She never gave me a chance but somehow she knows that we can't be together. Am i destined to be alone? And she isn't talking to me much anymore so it hurts even more, it really hurts. My best friend is gone. Miss those crazy times when we used to have so much fun, before she...stole my heart. My dear, I'm sorry for putting you through this, but i really do love you, and i know that you don't like me. So yea, I'm not gonna force you to like me, coz i don't wanna be with you if you don't like me. So goodbye my dear friend, i guess i gotta go throw away all those dreams and wishes that i had for the both of us. Love you...sorry i forgot i can't say that anymore. Sorry. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-2292852339293190364?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/2292852339293190364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-and-her-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/2292852339293190364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/2292852339293190364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-and-her-problems.html' title='Life and her problems.'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-8415683361557722156</id><published>2009-02-09T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:32:27.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not going'/><title type='text'>Difficulties</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gonna leave, coz i promised you i wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You mean too much to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;But if you wanna leave then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bless you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-8415683361557722156?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/8415683361557722156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/difficulties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/8415683361557722156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/8415683361557722156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/difficulties.html' title='Difficulties'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-482853559552353207</id><published>2009-02-08T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:29:20.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hearts burst into fire'/><title type='text'>Wounds so sore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it my fault that you're so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Is it my fault that i just go &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; whenever you &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Is it my fault that i wanna &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;take care&lt;/span&gt; of you&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; forever&lt;/span&gt;? Is it my fault that i just &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; your optimistic &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;? Is it my fault that i love your &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;eyes? Is it my fault that you just &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;make my day&lt;/span&gt; with your calls and messages? Is it my fault that i just wanted to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;? If it is then yea i deserved whatever i got...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It hurts, wounds so sore. Now i'm torn. When i see your face my heart bursts into fire. Beauty is what you make of it. You are &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your guardian angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-482853559552353207?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/482853559552353207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/wounds-so-sore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/482853559552353207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/482853559552353207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/02/wounds-so-sore.html' title='Wounds so sore'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-102599350931043855</id><published>2009-01-30T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:50:20.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>On the road to salvation</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow is the day when the posting results come out....Hopefully Bruno, Syesha, Delbert, Nimmi and all the rest get into the courses/schools that they wanna go to. As for me, I will be going to ITE ( I hope so ). Trying to appeal to get into accounting under higher nitec. If i don't get in then i guess its NS for me. Screwed up life? Yeah tell me about it...I seriously hate my fucking self, should have studied when i had the chance, instead i played around didn't give a shit about my studies. Fuck me. Stupid fucker.... Thank God for all my friends, who have supported me throughout these fucked up days, love you guys so much. And thanks for everything, Syesha. Love you loads. Well i gtg now, cya around bitches. All the best guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-102599350931043855?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/102599350931043855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-road-to-salvation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/102599350931043855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/102599350931043855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-road-to-salvation.html' title='On the road to salvation'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869570418612467349.post-1591655779381178753</id><published>2009-01-28T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:36:25.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hellooo&lt;/span&gt;....this is where i write about my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screwed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life. This is my first breath. I don't even know why i started this blog, i think it's coz I'm like really really bored. Either that or its coz i need somewhere to let my feelings out. Like my parents who &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; intrude and disrupt my otherwise not so perfect life. I guess if it wasn't for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syesha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i would have gone insane by now (Syesha's my best friend, btw). Don't think that im some emo kid or something, please. I'd rather kill myself than be called emo. It's just that if i don't let it out here, i might vent my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;frustrations&lt;/span&gt; on someone, which is not something I'd want. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love God&lt;/span&gt;, He has given me all that I've wanted, great friends and a good family. Just wish He'd take away my sorrows. Well I've gtg now, bitches. Gotta have breakfast, then starts my screwed up day. Hopefully i can meet my friends today or i might just blow.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869570418612467349-1591655779381178753?l=wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/feeds/1591655779381178753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/1591655779381178753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869570418612467349/posts/default/1591655779381178753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordscantdescribeme.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-breath.html' title='My First Breath'/><author><name>Brandon Arun Aidan Dass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13366022388912378509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
