<?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-9597397</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:04:28.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you believe in love at first sight... you never stop looking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-2858700074880385938</id><published>2009-02-16T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:10:37.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like 2004</title><content type='html'>lost hope.  avoiding.  hard everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really sure i want to turn it around.  i'm perfectly happy, why can't this way just be okay?  why do i have social pressure.  i do just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-2858700074880385938?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2858700074880385938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=2858700074880385938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/2858700074880385938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/2858700074880385938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-2004.html' title='like 2004'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-7723973293530981702</id><published>2009-01-14T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:37:25.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney</title><content type='html'>‎‎Janani Krishnaswamy‎‎ [4:19 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  I think Britney's Unusual You is a nice song&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Justin Ng‎‎ [4:19 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  is that on circus?&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Janani Krishnaswamy‎‎ [4:19 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  yes&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Justin Ng‎‎ [4:20 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  oh yeah this song&lt;br /&gt;  it's kinda ballady-electronic&lt;br /&gt;  i find it amusing how much trevor hates britney spears&lt;br /&gt;  it makes me talk about her more&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Janani Krishnaswamy‎‎ [4:21 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  I've come full circle&lt;br /&gt;  I can't explain why I like her now&lt;br /&gt;  I just do&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Justin Ng‎‎ [4:21 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;  you shouldn't have to explain why you like things&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Janani Krishnaswamy‎‎ [4:22 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  I s'pose.  It helps to learn about yourself though.&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Justin Ng‎‎ [4:22 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  yeah&lt;br /&gt;  well, it took me a while to figure it out but i have a few reasons&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Justin Ng‎‎ [4:26 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  She was born same year as me, and is like a month older than me. So in a sense her and I are growing up in different parts of the same world. Somehow she has managed to wholely represent the issues of pop culture of this generation--celebrity, reality, authenticity, attitude, confidence and self-esteem, internet obsession, and on and on--every time she fails and every time she comes back, I feel like the story for the kids of the 80's is being written.&lt;br /&gt;  she is simulatenously someone that half of our generation hates and half of our generation loves.  both valid opinions of her seem to represent the gamut of pop culture&lt;br /&gt;  oh and also she's hot&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Janani Krishnaswamy‎‎ [4:28 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  haha&lt;br /&gt;  good reasons&lt;br /&gt;  I think her music is really fun&lt;br /&gt;  and as for her... I feel really sorry for her&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Justin Ng‎‎ [4:28 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;  i think she's entirely super depressed&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Janani Krishnaswamy‎‎ [4:29 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  I really feel like she's a girl who got used and marketed and is trying to find her way amongst all that&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Justin Ng‎‎ [4:29 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  i feel like her recent confidence-pop is making up for depression in her life&lt;br /&gt;  attempting to at least. but suspect she is really lost and isn't going to find real happiness anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Janani Krishnaswamy‎‎ [4:29 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  I agree&lt;br /&gt;  I can't imagine growing up like that and having had everyone betray you in one way or another and no one to really trust, b/c everyone wants to make money off of you&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Justin Ng‎‎ [4:30 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  yeah. exactly.&lt;br /&gt;  she has been at the forefront of pop culture for a long time.  everyone talks about her.  everyone writes about her.  most googled term for years and years.  that's got to do a number on even the most confident girl&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Janani Krishnaswamy‎‎ [4:32 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  yup.&lt;br /&gt;  I don't like how everyone feels justified in judging her so harshly&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Justin Ng‎‎ [4:33 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  well&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Janani Krishnaswamy‎‎ [4:33 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  she's was flipping 16 when she became a superstar&lt;br /&gt;  I was SUCH an idiot when I was 15&lt;br /&gt;  err 16&lt;br /&gt;  but 15 too&lt;br /&gt;‎‎Justin Ng‎‎ [4:33 PM]:&lt;br /&gt;  i agree with you, but i can explain why people do it&lt;br /&gt;  gen Y has been bombarded with so many messages.  marketing machines have improved to the point where everything appears to be manufactured, people are lied to constantly and everyone is generally suspicious of everything.  media bias, marketing, even freaking reality tv has writers in the credits.&lt;br /&gt;  authenticity then becomes a thing that people hunger for&lt;br /&gt;  and people cynically target anything that doesn't appear authentic&lt;br /&gt;  people didn't care back in the day that elvis didn't write music&lt;br /&gt;  you were allowed to be a performer&lt;br /&gt;  but we're in a world where nothing is real anymore&lt;br /&gt;  so now you have to be a singer songwriter non-lipsyncher&lt;br /&gt;  or you are not authentic&lt;br /&gt;  it's backlash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-7723973293530981702?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7723973293530981702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=7723973293530981702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/7723973293530981702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/7723973293530981702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2009/01/britney.html' title='Britney'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-8119276506395274850</id><published>2008-12-26T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:16:36.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-8119276506395274850?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8119276506395274850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=8119276506395274850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/8119276506395274850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/8119276506395274850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-1889644073841180722</id><published>2008-09-15T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:09:50.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Got</title><content type='html'>I peeped you on the phone &lt;br /&gt;Just showin' off ya stones &lt;br /&gt;And notice that that pinky ring is bright enough baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not alone &lt;br /&gt;But I could just be wrong &lt;br /&gt;The way them fellas houndin' and sizin' you up baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the way you take advantage of &lt;br /&gt;Every man you love &lt;br /&gt;I see, and I know your game girl &lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind if ya come and play with us &lt;br /&gt;Just don't talk too much &lt;br /&gt;I see, you're so cute you don't have to say a word &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all those guys wanna come treat ya right &lt;br /&gt;Cause you're sweeter than apple pie &lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want you got &lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop &lt;br /&gt;Most beautiful thing in sight &lt;br /&gt;Always takin' on the spotlight &lt;br /&gt;Always in the club lookin hot &lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I can tell you want something to love &lt;br /&gt;That's why you hold on to everything that pass you by &lt;br /&gt;Can't resist girl and I can't lie &lt;br /&gt;Now tell if you are here for me &lt;br /&gt;Or everybody watchin' you shake from left to right &lt;br /&gt;The way you move got me hypnotized &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you take advantage of &lt;br /&gt;Every man you love &lt;br /&gt;I see, and I know your game girl &lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind if ya come and play with us &lt;br /&gt;Just don't talk too much &lt;br /&gt;I see, you're so cute you don't have to say a word &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all those guys wanna come treat ya right &lt;br /&gt;Cause you're sweeter than apple pie &lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want you got &lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop &lt;br /&gt;Most beautiful thing in sight &lt;br /&gt;Always takin' on the spotlight &lt;br /&gt;Always in the club lookin hot &lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes away from you girl when you get on the floor and do what you do &lt;br /&gt;And errbody wanna come back to that body the kind and remind myself I'm like you &lt;br /&gt;Cuase your that type to drive a man crazy will snatch him away from his lady &lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard the man hold back he'll end up callin' you baby &lt;br /&gt;And they never really know what to do once you expose that thang you do &lt;br /&gt;Ya had him crawlin' on hands and knees and ya find a way to get 'em out that cheese &lt;br /&gt;And why ya thinkin' you the only dude she off in the mall livin' off of you &lt;br /&gt;Lettin' errbody know she got you but now you feel like a fool &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all those guys wanna come treat ya right &lt;br /&gt;Cause you're sweeter than apple pie &lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want you got &lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop &lt;br /&gt;Most beautiful thing in sight &lt;br /&gt;Always takin' on the spotlight &lt;br /&gt;Always in the club lookin hot &lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' bout what you got&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you need to stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-1889644073841180722?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1889644073841180722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=1889644073841180722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/1889644073841180722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/1889644073841180722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-you-got.html' title='What You Got'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-8011390896124417548</id><published>2008-08-24T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:35:53.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot N Cold</title><content type='html'>You change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, PMS&lt;br /&gt;Like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;I would know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you over think&lt;br /&gt;Always speak&lt;br /&gt;Cryptically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;br /&gt;That you're no good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're hot then you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You're yes then you're no&lt;br /&gt;You're in then you're out&lt;br /&gt;You're up then you're down&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong when it's right&lt;br /&gt;It's black and it's white&lt;br /&gt;We fight, we break up&lt;br /&gt;We kiss, we make up&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to stay, no&lt;br /&gt;But you don't really want to go-o&lt;br /&gt;You're hot then you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You're yes then you're no&lt;br /&gt;You're in and you're out&lt;br /&gt;You're up and you're down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be&lt;br /&gt;Just like twins&lt;br /&gt;So in sync&lt;br /&gt;The same energy&lt;br /&gt;Now's a dead battery&lt;br /&gt;Used to laugh bout nothing&lt;br /&gt;Now your plain boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know that&lt;br /&gt;You're not gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone call the doctor&lt;br /&gt;Got a case of a love bi-polar&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;Can't get off this ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-8011390896124417548?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8011390896124417548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=8011390896124417548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/8011390896124417548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/8011390896124417548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-change-your-mind-like-girl-changes.html' title='Hot N Cold'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-1507096079401356465</id><published>2008-08-24T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:33:25.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles Away</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from a fuzzy dream &lt;br /&gt;You never would believe those things that I had seen &lt;br /&gt;I looked in the mirror and I saw your face &lt;br /&gt;You looked right through me, you were miles away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams they fade away &lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same &lt;br /&gt;If you could see me the way you see yourself &lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend to be someone else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always love me more, miles away &lt;br /&gt;I hear it in your voice, we're miles away &lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to tell me, miles away &lt;br /&gt;I guess we're at our best when we're miles away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no one's around then I have you here &lt;br /&gt;I begin to see the picture, it becomes so clear &lt;br /&gt;You always have the biggest heart, &lt;br /&gt;When we're six thousand miles apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of no sound &lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable silence can be so loud &lt;br /&gt;Those three words are never enough &lt;br /&gt;When it's long distance love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always love me more, miles away &lt;br /&gt;I hear it in your voice, we're miles away &lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to tell me, miles away &lt;br /&gt;I guess we’re at our best when we're miles away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright, don't be sorry, but it's true &lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone you'll realize &lt;br /&gt;That I'm the best thing that happened to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always love me more, miles away &lt;br /&gt;I hear it in your voice, we're miles away &lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to tell me, miles away &lt;br /&gt;I guess we're at our best when we're miles a-a-away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always love me more, miles away &lt;br /&gt;I hear it in your voice, we're miles away &lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to tell me, miles away &lt;br /&gt;I guess we're at our best when we're miles away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away &lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-1507096079401356465?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1507096079401356465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=1507096079401356465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/1507096079401356465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/1507096079401356465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2008/08/miles-away.html' title='Miles Away'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-621325578890670194</id><published>2008-08-21T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:46:23.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lesson in love</title><content type='html'>She's the center of attention, she's a beauty queen with possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;She don't care for my affection, she's my obsession in her black designer jeans.&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say, she keeps me up at night in unfamiliar ways.&lt;br /&gt;I'll send a message to you, but you won't hear. &lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeless and tired of waiting for you to appear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm close, but you're so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson in love.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always have to be so hard?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so desperate to feel her. &lt;br /&gt;I've come way too close to leave and let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Throwing my love out to her, praying one day that she'll come take it graciously.&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say she keeps me up at night in unfamiliar ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll send a message to you, but you won't hear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeless and tired of waiting for you to appear. &lt;br /&gt;I'm close, but you're so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson in love.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always have to be so hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-621325578890670194?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/621325578890670194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=621325578890670194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/621325578890670194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/621325578890670194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-lesson-in-love.html' title='Another lesson in love'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-6952348836703703793</id><published>2008-07-16T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:34:40.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>Tonight we drink to youth &lt;br /&gt;And holding fast the truth &lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose what I had as a boy &lt;br /&gt;My heart still has a beat &lt;br /&gt;But love is now a feat &lt;br /&gt;As common as a cold day in L.A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder &lt;br /&gt;Is there a spell that I am under &lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from seeing the real thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts &lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's a good hurt &lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;Love sings &lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things &lt;br /&gt;Have a heart and try me &lt;br /&gt;'cause without love I won't survive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fettered and abused &lt;br /&gt;Stand naked and accused &lt;br /&gt;Should I surface, this one-man submarine? &lt;br /&gt;I only want the truth! &lt;br /&gt;So tonight we drink to youth! &lt;br /&gt;I'll never lose what I had as a boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder &lt;br /&gt;Is there a spell that I am under &lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from seeing the real thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts &lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's a good hurt &lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;Love sings &lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things &lt;br /&gt;Have a heart and try me &lt;br /&gt;'cause without love I won't survive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love I won't survive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts &lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's a good hurt &lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;Love sings &lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things &lt;br /&gt;Have a heart and try me &lt;br /&gt;'cause without love I won't survive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, ohhh-oh ohh &lt;br /&gt;Love hurts &lt;br /&gt;Without love I won't survive &lt;br /&gt;Love hurts la-la-la-la-la-la oh &lt;br /&gt;Love hurts &lt;br /&gt;Without love I won't survive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-6952348836703703793?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6952348836703703793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=6952348836703703793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/6952348836703703793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/6952348836703703793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-hurts.html' title='Love Hurts'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-5748897145460218360</id><published>2008-06-24T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:56:11.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flake</title><content type='html'>I know she said it's alright &lt;br /&gt;But you can make it up next time &lt;br /&gt;I know she knows it's not right &lt;br /&gt;There ain't no use in lying &lt;br /&gt;Maybe she thinks I know something &lt;br /&gt;Maybe maybe she thinks its fine &lt;br /&gt;Maybe she knows something I don't &lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so tired, I'm so tired of trying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that maybe &lt;br /&gt;It pretty much always means no &lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me you might just let it go &lt;br /&gt;And often times we're lazy &lt;br /&gt;It seems to stand in my way &lt;br /&gt;Cause no one NO not no one &lt;br /&gt;Likes to be let down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves the sunrise &lt;br /&gt;No longer sees it with her sleeping eyes &lt;br /&gt;And I know that when she said she's gonna try &lt;br /&gt;Well it might not work because of other ties and &lt;br /&gt;I know she usually has some other ties &lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't want to break 'em, nah, I wouldn't want to break 'em &lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll help me to untie this but &lt;br /&gt;Until then well, I'm gonna have to lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that maybe &lt;br /&gt;It pretty much always means no &lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me you might just let it go &lt;br /&gt;And often times we're lazy &lt;br /&gt;It seems to stand in my way &lt;br /&gt;Cause no one no not no one &lt;br /&gt;Likes to be let down &lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that maybe &lt;br /&gt;It pretty much always means no &lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me you might just let it go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harder that you try baby, the further you'll fall &lt;br /&gt;Even with all the money in the whole wide world &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't pass me&lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't pass me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you know about me now baby you gonna have to change &lt;br /&gt;You gonna have to call it by a brand new name &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a tree down by the water baby I shall not move &lt;br /&gt;Even after all the silly things you do &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me &lt;br /&gt;Please please please don't drag me down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-5748897145460218360?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5748897145460218360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=5748897145460218360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/5748897145460218360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/5748897145460218360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2008/06/flake.html' title='Flake'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-5236051129227551193</id><published>2008-06-24T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:33:57.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it felt just like falling in love again</title><content type='html'>falling is scary; you might hit the ground, you might float.  you won't know until you're inches from the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-5236051129227551193?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5236051129227551193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=5236051129227551193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/5236051129227551193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/5236051129227551193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-felt-just-like-falling-in-love-again.html' title='it felt just like falling in love again'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-5277489533842840031</id><published>2007-12-28T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:39:40.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bring me</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa&lt;br /&gt;I wrote you a letter&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you ever read it&lt;br /&gt;I've only one wish that I ask you&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old thing &lt;br /&gt;As every other year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I can't say I've been perfect&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I've got a regret or two&lt;br /&gt;But Santa please don't hold it against me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this time I'm counting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring me&lt;br /&gt;Bring me love &lt;br /&gt;Santa, bring me&lt;br /&gt;Bring me love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-5277489533842840031?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5277489533842840031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=5277489533842840031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/5277489533842840031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/5277489533842840031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2007/12/bring-me.html' title='bring me'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-6158161612041887278</id><published>2007-12-28T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T02:59:52.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>now what?</title><content type='html'>it's like a repeat from high school.  except that i'm the playboy now?  whatever.  it's doomed, but i can't help asking for one rematch. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-6158161612041887278?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6158161612041887278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=6158161612041887278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/6158161612041887278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/6158161612041887278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-what.html' title='now what?'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-281974695281300361</id><published>2006-12-28T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T01:42:44.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm gonna find another you</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's really over, you made your stand&lt;br /&gt;you got me crying, as was your plan&lt;br /&gt;but when my loneliness is through, i'm gonna find another you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you take your sweaters&lt;br /&gt;you take your time&lt;br /&gt;you might have your reasons but you will never have my rhyme&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sing my way away from blue&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna find another you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was your lover&lt;br /&gt;no one else would do&lt;br /&gt;if i'm forced to find another i hope she looks like you&lt;br /&gt;yeah and she's nicer too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go on baby&lt;br /&gt;make your little get away&lt;br /&gt;my pride will keep me company&lt;br /&gt;and you just gave yours all away&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gonna dress myself for two&lt;br /&gt;once for me and once for someone new&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna do somethings you wouldn't let me do&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm gonna find another you&lt;br /&gt;- john mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-281974695281300361?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/281974695281300361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=281974695281300361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/281974695281300361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/281974695281300361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-gonna-find-another-you.html' title='i&apos;m gonna find another you'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-114842921455020108</id><published>2006-05-23T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:06:54.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Away</title><content type='html'>I swapped my innocence for pride&lt;br /&gt;Crushed the end within my stride&lt;br /&gt;Said 'I'm strong now I know that I'm a leaver"&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of you walking away&lt;br /&gt;Mascara bleeds a blackened tear&lt;br /&gt;And I am cold&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;But not as cold as you are&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of you walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;No buildings will fall down&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;No quake will split the ground&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;The sun won't swallow the sky&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Statues will not cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot turn to see those eyes&lt;br /&gt;As apologies may rise&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong and stay an unbeliever&lt;br /&gt;And love the sound of you walking away&lt;br /&gt;Mascara bleeds into my eye&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cold&lt;br /&gt;I am old&lt;br /&gt;At least as old as you are&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you walk away&lt;br /&gt;My headstone crumbles down&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away&lt;br /&gt;The Hollywood wind's a howl&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away&lt;br /&gt;The Kremlin's falling&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Radio 4 is static&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stab of stiletto&lt;br /&gt;On a silent night&lt;br /&gt;Stalin smiles&lt;br /&gt;Hitler laughs&lt;br /&gt;Churchill claps&lt;br /&gt;Mao Tse-Tung&lt;br /&gt;On the back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-114842921455020108?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/114842921455020108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=114842921455020108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/114842921455020108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/114842921455020108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2006/05/walk-away.html' title='Walk Away'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-114496230854291709</id><published>2006-04-13T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:05:08.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>Dreams that present themselves as reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you close your eyes: lies, lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-114496230854291709?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/114496230854291709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=114496230854291709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/114496230854291709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/114496230854291709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2006/04/lies.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-113675607125021134</id><published>2006-01-08T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T13:34:31.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up</title><content type='html'>I see you and you are the most wonderful thing that I have ever laid eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart jumps. And I forget that I have ever felt pain before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter if I meet you in my mind or on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold you close, and there you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up into what it became.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-113675607125021134?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/113675607125021134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=113675607125021134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/113675607125021134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/113675607125021134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2006/01/waking-up.html' title='Waking Up'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-112183898740024864</id><published>2005-07-19T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:56:27.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Grip</title><content type='html'>are you aware of how you make me feel, baby?&lt;br /&gt;right now i feel like my eyes are falling&lt;br /&gt;my mind is falling&lt;br /&gt;my hopes are falling&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;it's right&lt;br /&gt;we need to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody's home on the boulevard of broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was what was haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toxic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;i don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;i just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farther apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken.  fixed.  what?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad miserable endings.  please.  every movie.  every happy twisted ending.  make it real.  please.  make it real.  make it real.  make it real.  make it real.  make it real.  make it real.  make it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me it's okay.  it doesn't happen.  no more.  i don't need it right?  why.  what is my defense.  long lost words whisper slowly to me.  still can't find what keeps me here.  when all this time i've been so hollow inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel you hold me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-112183898740024864?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/112183898740024864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=112183898740024864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/112183898740024864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/112183898740024864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2005/07/losing-grip.html' title='Losing Grip'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-110745555074641025</id><published>2005-02-03T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T10:32:30.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>"My friend, Sharmini, wrote the following in regards to overcoming her incredible loss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the face of everlasting happiness would you ever look back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the face of everlasting doom would you ever look forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this world, i was caught at the latter...for a very very long time. And now, by some miracle, i'm caught in the former...looking endlessly forward into the scintillating light of the unknown horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in this hope i am found again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you but i no longer miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate February 3rd!&lt;br /&gt;&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/9597397-110745555074641025?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/110745555074641025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=110745555074641025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/110745555074641025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/110745555074641025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2005/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-110390201605408892</id><published>2004-12-24T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T07:31:04.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream Is Always The Same</title><content type='html'>I see you and you are the most wonderful thing that I have ever laid eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart jumps.  And I forget that I have ever felt pain before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter if I meet you in my mind or on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold you close, and you fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream is always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-110390201605408892?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/110390201605408892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=110390201605408892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/110390201605408892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/110390201605408892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2004/12/dream-is-always-same.html' title='The Dream Is Always The Same'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-110307577959054155</id><published>2004-12-14T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:59:37.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Disappearing Act</title><content type='html'>as the smoke emerges from my lips&lt;br /&gt;i am hit by realization&lt;br /&gt;this isn't my flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingertips feel electric&lt;br /&gt;as i run them over this smooth silk&lt;br /&gt;and for a moment pretend that it is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sand falls into my open hand&lt;br /&gt;with grains of silver and gold&lt;br /&gt;i clench and see it slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it slips onto the delicate smooth&lt;br /&gt;and i wrap it all up into a ball&lt;br /&gt;and hold it close to my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like magic -- eureka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it disappears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-110307577959054155?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/110307577959054155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=110307577959054155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/110307577959054155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/110307577959054155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2004/12/disappearing-act.html' title='A Disappearing Act'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-110306400035034322</id><published>2004-12-14T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:43:16.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intoxicated</title><content type='html'>in your seductive way your&lt;br /&gt;toxic lips curled as your moves&lt;br /&gt;ate away at my inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;devilishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicotine embers and you flinch&lt;br /&gt;but i never met you&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know you&lt;br /&gt;and you say that you've never done this before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-110306400035034322?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/110306400035034322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=110306400035034322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/110306400035034322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/110306400035034322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2004/12/intoxicated.html' title='Intoxicated'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-110297316688431836</id><published>2004-12-13T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T18:26:36.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewels</title><content type='html'>i smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i saw you&lt;br /&gt;violet&lt;br /&gt;light streaming through a sapphire&lt;br /&gt;the stars of a hundred different colours&lt;br /&gt;dancing around your silhouette&lt;br /&gt;as you towered over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you spoke with that lovely smirk&lt;br /&gt;with lies that only made me grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you laughed at my jokes&lt;br /&gt;as if i were real to you&lt;br /&gt;i listened to your stories&lt;br /&gt;as if you were real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i reached for your hand&lt;br /&gt;you reached for my wallet&lt;br /&gt;i shook my head, and you paused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locked in each other's gaze&lt;br /&gt;the words barely came out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;"allow me," i managed&lt;br /&gt;as i reached &lt;br /&gt;into my pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-110297316688431836?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/feeds/110297316688431836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9597397&amp;postID=110297316688431836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/110297316688431836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9597397/posts/default/110297316688431836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hauntingme.blogspot.com/2004/12/jewels.html' title='Jewels'/><author><name>Justin Ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638146576893291958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://a753.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/3/m_7a360eaf97324e5345017825c98f5a78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9597397.post-110297150908698989</id><published>2004-12-13T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T13:27:53.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Long lost words whisper to me&lt;br /&gt;Still can't find what keeps me here&lt;br /&gt;When all this time I've been so hollow inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you pull me down&lt;br /&gt;Fearing you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you pull me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunting you, I can smell you - alive&lt;br /&gt;Your heart pounding in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you pull me down&lt;br /&gt;Saving me&lt;br /&gt;Raping me&lt;br /&gt;Watching me...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Evanescence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9597397-110297150908698989?l=hauntingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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