<?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-8651108072864880840</id><updated>2011-08-03T00:36:35.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><subtitle type='html'>I blew a fuse in my personality</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-3243635196404984606</id><published>2010-09-22T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:12:11.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Hello dead blog, its been awhile, not much is going how bout you?&lt;div&gt;I've been frustrated, head is in a mess. Jenny's not helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's life, get up and get back huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy for you to say, you're a HTML site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't blame you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to clear the fact that I need someone out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If you get caught between the moonlight and New York City, the best thing that you can do, is fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-3243635196404984606?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/3243635196404984606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/09/you_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/3243635196404984606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/3243635196404984606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/09/you_22.html' title='You'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-5025348170083422311</id><published>2010-09-22T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:09:20.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Hello dead blog, its been awhile, not much is going how bout you?&lt;div&gt;I've been frustrated, head is in a mess. Jenny's not helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's life, get up and get back huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy for you to say, you're a HTML site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't blame you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to clear the fact that I need someone out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If you get caught between the moonlight and New York City, the best thing that you can do, is fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-5025348170083422311?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5025348170083422311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/09/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5025348170083422311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5025348170083422311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/09/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-5070558742084684716</id><published>2010-09-21T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:43:29.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I laike you but I know I cant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-5070558742084684716?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5070558742084684716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-laike-you-but-i-know-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5070558742084684716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5070558742084684716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-laike-you-but-i-know-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-6263030511163747840</id><published>2010-07-30T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:48:05.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Let Go. Pretty please?</title><content type='html'>Singing bout you, at the start of this song, Im hoping you ll smile and then sing along,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're a fine piece of art, but it just doesn't go with my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let go, I ve been trying to mend this broken and I can't do it alone,&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side cause im accident prone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you smile sets my heart aglow, im the ugly pigeon, you're the pretty swallow,&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever put you on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it may seem so random, that im falling for you,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wipe off that smile,&lt;br /&gt;And please keep the clear skies blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-6263030511163747840?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/6263030511163747840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-dont-let-go-pretty-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/6263030511163747840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/6263030511163747840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-dont-let-go-pretty-please.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Let Go. Pretty please?'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-6988936253111692495</id><published>2010-07-30T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:40:19.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Like You!</title><content type='html'>You say we're both little and we like it that way,&lt;br /&gt;But in time im gonna put this body to shame,&lt;br /&gt;and grow old, wear a suit like my old man,&lt;br /&gt;pack up my things and get my ass out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got it good, whether you like this town or not,&lt;br /&gt;I know its small but with a big head its bound to get hot,&lt;br /&gt;In the summer but the summer is a bummer,&lt;br /&gt;If you can't leave, this pathetic excuse for a town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That holds all your memories, a lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be anywhere but here, but baby anywhere is away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got it all figured out,&lt;br /&gt;Then what is there to shout about,&lt;br /&gt;This mid west town, is gonna miss you,&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and work it out, but first come on and let it out,&lt;br /&gt;Scream and shout and tell everybody that you're gonna leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you. More than ever. Only problem is you don't even know I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-6988936253111692495?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/6988936253111692495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/07/imma-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/6988936253111692495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/6988936253111692495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/07/imma-like-you.html' title='Imma Like You!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-7660412807639532587</id><published>2010-07-01T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:50:31.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesters</title><content type='html'>Hello dead blog nice to see you again. I need hug. Quite sure you can't give one since you re just numbers and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head's pretty messed up now.&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I need food.&lt;br /&gt;I need everything that will keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all.&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;So badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, im going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Probably your fault,&lt;br /&gt;Since you blow me away with one smile.&lt;br /&gt;Great now I feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Night world.&lt;br /&gt;Night to you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-7660412807639532587?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7660412807639532587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/07/jesters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/7660412807639532587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/7660412807639532587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/07/jesters.html' title='Jesters'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-1322244397594087482</id><published>2010-05-28T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:53:24.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeez</title><content type='html'>Sitting at friday's alongside your childhood friends helps doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Mac and cheese, a few shots of tequila, helps doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout power rangers, pokemon and digimon, helps doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout how we used to look like 10 years ago and now, helps doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Humming a few tunes together, helps doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Having a real shitty unproductive jam session. Helps doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Laughing. Helps doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helps me get my mind off you.&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;If I've learned anything today.&lt;br /&gt;Its this.&lt;br /&gt;I need to..........&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;But for how long?&lt;br /&gt;God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caviar and cigarettes,&lt;br /&gt;She's a dynamite and a laserbeam&lt;br /&gt;Killer Queen. - Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night cruel world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-1322244397594087482?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1322244397594087482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/jeez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/1322244397594087482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/1322244397594087482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/jeez.html' title='Jeez'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-137794399690443969</id><published>2010-05-24T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T06:26:55.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>No, im not going through depression. Although Im having a hard time trying to tell myself that everything's fine. Truth be told its not. Wait actually, it is. Wait, its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubts fill my mind everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I worry more about the band than my studies.&lt;br /&gt;That's a bad thing and I know that.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that, I don't want to see The Monkeys crumble like how Resemblance is crumbling now.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know you guys are saying ''People have to move on in what they wanna do''.&lt;br /&gt;Will it come to an end? God knows.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to post a picture of myself everytime I blog, but that'll just come off as. Gay or in other words &lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I finally met sophira. She the very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S_p-Q6YxRiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SNxi__xcneg/s1600/xefwgj.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S_p-Q6YxRiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SNxi__xcneg/s400/xefwgj.png" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want my wife to hold my kid like this.&lt;br /&gt;''Honey, don't let him fall aight?''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S_p-KuQ8GmI/AAAAAAAAAqw/WqJPZLst7nI/s1600/30dfnti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S_p-KuQ8GmI/AAAAAAAAAqw/WqJPZLst7nI/s320/30dfnti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S_p-CgdUq1I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nWRGbGiPNFw/s1600/2z8xg15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S_p-CgdUq1I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nWRGbGiPNFw/s320/2z8xg15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's if I ever get married of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-137794399690443969?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/137794399690443969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/137794399690443969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/137794399690443969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S_p-Q6YxRiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/SNxi__xcneg/s72-c/xefwgj.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-712748725058475066</id><published>2010-05-18T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:36:53.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I fell</title><content type='html'>If I fell in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;Would you promise to be true,&lt;br /&gt;And help me understand,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ve been in love before,&lt;br /&gt;And I found that love was more,&lt;br /&gt;Than just holding hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-712748725058475066?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/712748725058475066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-fell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/712748725058475066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/712748725058475066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-fell.html' title='If I fell'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-2355792319526819036</id><published>2010-05-14T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T05:44:22.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>Alex tan, of all people organized a suprise party for me. heh.&lt;br /&gt;Good guy, good guy.&lt;br /&gt;Im 18.&lt;br /&gt;Time to start acting like my age and not my shoe size :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, some pictures that they took of my ugly 18 year old face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-1EA8751sI/AAAAAAAAApw/A4_1UPcvNno/s320/28608_1185445774587_1781568821_338200_3453178_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-1EalbXIWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/MK220cUFTNY/s1600/28608_1185446894615_1781568821_338223_1313404_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-1EalbXIWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/MK220cUFTNY/s320/28608_1185446894615_1781568821_338223_1313404_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-1Ejk0dSSI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/8vvh_CYcIgE/s1600/28608_1185447014618_1781568821_338226_6690842_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-1Ejk0dSSI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/8vvh_CYcIgE/s320/28608_1185447014618_1781568821_338226_6690842_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-1E56Z94sI/AAAAAAAAAqg/8YKqn4frLOU/s1600/29711_387983158324_569803324_4172313_360891_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-1E56Z94sI/AAAAAAAAAqg/8YKqn4frLOU/s320/29711_387983158324_569803324_4172313_360891_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken, urm how many years ago?. When we were 13 I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-1EUB7oe1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/S4-uwfe325c/s1600/28608_1185446294600_1781568821_338212_1870928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-1EUB7oe1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/S4-uwfe325c/s320/28608_1185446294600_1781568821_338212_1870928_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken 3 days ago, when I turned&amp;nbsp; 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was one very meaningful birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-2355792319526819036?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/2355792319526819036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/2355792319526819036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/2355792319526819036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-1D-yeC5KI/AAAAAAAAApo/OFS8whh3HFM/s72-c/28608_1185445694585_1781568821_338198_235061_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-869403830150872478</id><published>2010-05-10T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:03:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Help From My Friends</title><content type='html'>I did two videos.&lt;br /&gt;I think they sound like crap.&lt;br /&gt;But muka tebal la.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IK41egF16Og&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IK41egF16Og&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-869403830150872478?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/869403830150872478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-help-from-my-friends_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/869403830150872478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/869403830150872478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-help-from-my-friends_10.html' title='A Little Help From My Friends'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-99079470710248164</id><published>2010-05-08T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:15:44.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please please.</title><content type='html'>No seriously what do you expect me to do?&lt;br /&gt;Its not my fault that Im in college.&lt;br /&gt;Pissing me off for heavens sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday YiChing :)&lt;br /&gt;So this will be the 10th year im knowing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-Vj8XeSitI/AAAAAAAAApg/J2YJxATHe7o/s1600/13531_211807840041_530670041_4591742_3623159_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-Vj8XeSitI/AAAAAAAAApg/J2YJxATHe7o/s320/13531_211807840041_530670041_4591742_3623159_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope you had a great one. &lt;br /&gt;I look bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-99079470710248164?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/99079470710248164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/please-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/99079470710248164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/99079470710248164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/please-please.html' title='Please please.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S-Vj8XeSitI/AAAAAAAAApg/J2YJxATHe7o/s72-c/13531_211807840041_530670041_4591742_3623159_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-4021254664643361276</id><published>2010-05-03T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T05:28:15.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZ84XEwIGgg/S9lTtYMJgnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CCfTegGaElE/s1600/M9691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZ84XEwIGgg/S9lTtYMJgnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CCfTegGaElE/s320/M9691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How bout some maroon coloured converse people?&lt;br /&gt;I want that for my birthday pwetty please.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of maroon.&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 has played a pretty big part in my music life.&lt;br /&gt;Starting off as Kara's Flowers, they brought in james valentine and decided to change the band to Maroon 5. No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's their so called failed flop song from their first album.&lt;br /&gt;Soap Disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zuktubh1_zc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zuktubh1_zc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPpTgCho5ZA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPpTgCho5ZA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for a cover coming out soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-4021254664643361276?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/4021254664643361276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/maroon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/4021254664643361276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/4021254664643361276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/maroon.html' title='Maroon'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iZ84XEwIGgg/S9lTtYMJgnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CCfTegGaElE/s72-c/M9691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-7489070525933962037</id><published>2010-05-01T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T05:47:56.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of skinny jeans and other pieces of clothings.</title><content type='html'>Fine, I admit to being a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;For a period of time, I had something against guys who wore tight jeans. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in singapore, I would laugh at guys who wore skinny jeans with checkered shirts by calling them ''Oo look mum, gay boys roaming the streets.''&lt;br /&gt;A few months down the road, Im wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, they are comfortable. Cept for the ones which are so tight when you ask for a bigger size the sales dude goes, ''Urm, these are for girls.''.&lt;br /&gt;I tried on a pair of cheap mondays last week.&lt;br /&gt;Oh pain I felt. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Come, come let me show you the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9whd_viDWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/QgYoqZpY5N8/s1600/too-tight-skinny-jeans1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9whd_viDWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/QgYoqZpY5N8/s320/too-tight-skinny-jeans1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is just wrong for a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are cheap monday jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, for the ones from topman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9wimJAJKNI/AAAAAAAAApY/260cUljuCnc/s1600/Topman+twill+skinny+jeans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9wimJAJKNI/AAAAAAAAApY/260cUljuCnc/s320/Topman+twill+skinny+jeans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, this isn't so bad ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least you still can breathe in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im promoting The Asparagus Monkeys here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to our facebook and check us out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Support needed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-7489070525933962037?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7489070525933962037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-skinny-jeans-and-other-pieces-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/7489070525933962037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/7489070525933962037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-skinny-jeans-and-other-pieces-of.html' title='Of skinny jeans and other pieces of clothings.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9whd_viDWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/QgYoqZpY5N8/s72-c/too-tight-skinny-jeans1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-1180833008794976628</id><published>2010-04-29T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:07:40.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1930's</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wish I could have been born in the early 1900's.&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason, I have a passion and taste for its music back then.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the crap that's on our radiowaves nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to see the pioneers or swing, jazz, big bang, the jitterbug, ragtime and many more fly out the window.&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten, never to be heard of again until someone has the urge to look'em up on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have no reason to fall in love with the 1900's music.&lt;br /&gt;But as a kid, dad always played the oldies on the cassette player all the time. I grew fond of them.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, he never played music from the 1930's.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up listening to mostly Neil Diamond, Tony Bennett, The Beatles, Neil Sedaka, John Denver, Lobo,&lt;br /&gt;Edison Lighthouse, Tony Orlando. Heck I have a freaking oldies chord book.&lt;br /&gt;But one song struck my oldies nerve last night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh You Beautiful Doll by Bob Wills.&lt;br /&gt;The song was first played in the year 1912.&lt;br /&gt;Its been almost, 90 years?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder God, should I have been put in the early 1900's?&lt;br /&gt;If given the chance, I would love to go back in time just once in my life to see how great the music scene was before losers and fags took over the scene and turned it into a pile of crap.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have anything against the current music scene. I just think that our generation should appreciate what was given to us. I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLr0wAcJnkk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLr0wAcJnkk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget bout the pin-up girls, the song's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;On another note,&lt;br /&gt;I think im in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-1180833008794976628?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1180833008794976628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/1930s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/1180833008794976628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/1180833008794976628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/1930s.html' title='The 1930&apos;s'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-787116209198922060</id><published>2010-04-27T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:08:45.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas!</title><content type='html'>Jenny is up. &lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered how bad artistes fail their dubbing over the song they're recording?&lt;br /&gt;Well, we EPIC-LY failed.&lt;br /&gt;But its not so much of the video that matters.&lt;br /&gt;The song's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God willing, ching will get us a spot at laundry soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-787116209198922060?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/787116209198922060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/alas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/787116209198922060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/787116209198922060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/alas.html' title='Alas!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-8843174047989796659</id><published>2010-04-26T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:09:54.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny's Not Up Yet.</title><content type='html'>Recording a video clip for a 3 minute song is damn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, we're both from different worlds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've got a good life with academic achievements,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im just your average guy with decent looks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not mr popular that's for sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im not good with flowery words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't tell you how pretty you look like how poets tell their loved ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can give you a decent comment though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it'll be pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have lots of money, a fancy car,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just go to college and get mediocre grades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing the guitar is a form of expression,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A decent voice, and a bunch of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't look you in the eyes for one minute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without stammering or looking away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A smile is all it takes to cheer me up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A smile that you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't end a date like how all fairy tales and other movies end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ''Typical kiss at the doorstep'', or ''Pulling your hand and kissing you before you go in''.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can give you a peck and say goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hope that you won't avoid me for the rest of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when I fall for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's deep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im sorry, im not good at expressing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9XWzb2O90I/AAAAAAAAApA/V_313Cup_IE/s1600/25z55zk.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9XWzb2O90I/AAAAAAAAApA/V_313Cup_IE/s400/25z55zk.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9XW5c2jzbI/AAAAAAAAApI/h9z8iPQY4yU/s1600/9s7b0w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9XW5c2jzbI/AAAAAAAAApI/h9z8iPQY4yU/s320/9s7b0w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're all that I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1708185928"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1708185929"&gt;&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/8651108072864880840-8843174047989796659?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/8843174047989796659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/jennys-not-up-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/8843174047989796659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/8843174047989796659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/jennys-not-up-yet.html' title='Jenny&apos;s Not Up Yet.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9XWzb2O90I/AAAAAAAAApA/V_313Cup_IE/s72-c/25z55zk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-7948843134401764789</id><published>2010-04-25T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T05:31:08.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streets Of London</title><content type='html'>Have you seen the old man at the closed down market?&lt;br /&gt;Kicking up papers, in his worn out shoes,&lt;br /&gt;In his eyes you see no pride and held loosely by his side&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how can you tell me that you're lonely,&lt;br /&gt;And say for you that the sun don't shine.&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london&lt;br /&gt;I ll show you something to make you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of london&lt;br /&gt;Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags,&lt;br /&gt;She's no time for talkin' she just keeps in walking,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying her home in two carrier bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Asparagus Monkeys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Q0esnacoI/AAAAAAAAAow/sktch4vKJhE/s1600/25624_381485828739_599528739_3918196_1231423_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Q0esnacoI/AAAAAAAAAow/sktch4vKJhE/s400/25624_381485828739_599528739_3918196_1231423_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Came up with a cover for jenny hohoho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its due to be released by this week if we get the video recorded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Major youtube rockstars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can pray, and dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which reminds me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Q11iVJYyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/hMioL5fe76c/s1600/z210111765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Q11iVJYyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/hMioL5fe76c/s320/z210111765.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A boy can dream right?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-7948843134401764789?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7948843134401764789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/streets-of-london.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/7948843134401764789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/7948843134401764789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/streets-of-london.html' title='Streets Of London'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Q0esnacoI/AAAAAAAAAow/sktch4vKJhE/s72-c/25624_381485828739_599528739_3918196_1231423_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-4182541780514548958</id><published>2010-04-22T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T03:11:07.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>You like shoes?&lt;br /&gt;I like shoes :D&lt;br /&gt;So, Im gonna blow your mind with some shoes that I have in mind,&lt;br /&gt;That's if I have the money to buy em. eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfyekE0MI/AAAAAAAAAoY/pChWrBS8k34/s1600/vans-boat-shoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfyekE0MI/AAAAAAAAAoY/pChWrBS8k34/s320/vans-boat-shoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Afty1xkSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8PvlngRkaWA/s1600/RTEmagicC_vans_chukkalo.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Afty1xkSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8PvlngRkaWA/s320/RTEmagicC_vans_chukkalo.jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfwzCy-4I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Gew2lAJwPcc/s1600/vans-authentic-mondrian-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfwzCy-4I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Gew2lAJwPcc/s320/vans-authentic-mondrian-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfkICIh7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/oiw6Vai6wZI/s1600/77D10PGRY_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfkICIh7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/oiw6Vai6wZI/s320/77D10PGRY_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AflguiCxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MCdO1L4N4e8/s1600/77F09WWHT_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AflguiCxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MCdO1L4N4e8/s320/77F09WWHT_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfoH6w3_I/AAAAAAAAAng/1JJure3-nuA/s1600/77P21WGRY_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfoH6w3_I/AAAAAAAAAng/1JJure3-nuA/s320/77P21WGRY_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfpI39GWI/AAAAAAAAAno/MFN_DQPELWo/s1600/77P72WBLE_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfpI39GWI/AAAAAAAAAno/MFN_DQPELWo/s320/77P72WBLE_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfqvRWgXI/AAAAAAAAAnw/eyXB3yRvuJw/s1600/77P79WYLW_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AfqvRWgXI/AAAAAAAAAnw/eyXB3yRvuJw/s320/77P79WYLW_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Afr7Ue2DI/AAAAAAAAAn4/p5f5IsHgPwM/s1600/77P80WGRN_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Afr7Ue2DI/AAAAAAAAAn4/p5f5IsHgPwM/s320/77P80WGRN_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Afvl0df4I/AAAAAAAAAoI/MXBdkgAl4-Y/s1600/vans62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9Afvl0df4I/AAAAAAAAAoI/MXBdkgAl4-Y/s320/vans62.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to end it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AgdXcboMI/AAAAAAAAAog/Lg92VDIFbe0/s1600/simpsons-vans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S9AgdXcboMI/AAAAAAAAAog/Lg92VDIFbe0/s400/simpsons-vans.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woo!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-4182541780514548958?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/4182541780514548958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/4182541780514548958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/4182541780514548958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S83bvJM2JMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UmcVnW2hknk/s320/IMG_1873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S83b5TyWAXI/AAAAAAAAAmw/UN7Fi9iE-Pg/s1600/IMG_1871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S83b5TyWAXI/AAAAAAAAAmw/UN7Fi9iE-Pg/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I shall end the day, with a picture from The Bigger Room Studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S83cVYdfquI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mPDP_JPHzyc/s1600/DSC_5966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S83cVYdfquI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mPDP_JPHzyc/s320/DSC_5966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good job, niggas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-5313532420996928631?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5313532420996928631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/oreo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5313532420996928631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5313532420996928631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/oreo.html' title='Oreo'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S83bvJM2JMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/UmcVnW2hknk/s72-c/IMG_1873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-5903341622632923628</id><published>2010-04-19T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:31:59.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone Again.</title><content type='html'>Oh in a little while from now,&lt;br /&gt;If im not feeling any less sour,&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself, to treat myself and visit a nearby tower,&lt;br /&gt;And climbing to the top,&lt;br /&gt;To throw myself off,&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to, make clear to who,&lt;br /&gt;What its like to have your heart shattered,&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the lurch, at the church where people are saying,&lt;br /&gt;''My God that stuff she stood him up, no point in us remaining'',&lt;br /&gt;We may as well go home, as I did on my own&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 65, my mother God rested her soul,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't understand why the only man she had loved had been taken,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving to doubt with a heart so badly broken,&lt;br /&gt;Despite encouragement from me, no words were ever spoken,&lt;br /&gt;When she passed away, I cried and cried all day,&lt;br /&gt;Alone again, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S8wh8Wgfi8I/AAAAAAAAAmY/0wDesPpO-dc/s1600/cd33_alone_again_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S8wh8Wgfi8I/AAAAAAAAAmY/0wDesPpO-dc/s320/cd33_alone_again_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depressing song huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves you (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S8wih-Rz_xI/AAAAAAAAAmg/J7XxDTn89ZU/s1600/beatles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S8wih-Rz_xI/AAAAAAAAAmg/J7XxDTn89ZU/s400/beatles.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Oh Sir Paul McCartney,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teach me your musical ways for I want to be a student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a better bass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall end the day with this line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;''Life is when your mother starts doing everything that she was never in favour of.''- John Lennon-ish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-5903341622632923628?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5903341622632923628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/alone-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5903341622632923628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5903341622632923628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/alone-again.html' title='Alone Again.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S8wh8Wgfi8I/AAAAAAAAAmY/0wDesPpO-dc/s72-c/cd33_alone_again_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-4786413115031032742</id><published>2010-04-15T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T04:53:22.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was young,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anyone,&lt;br /&gt;and making love was just for fun,&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nola, making love for fun pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to buck up huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the lighter side of things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S8b92MO4QTI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LS5V9bsNaiE/s1600/saracarpeaux20100124_0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S8b92MO4QTI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LS5V9bsNaiE/s400/saracarpeaux20100124_0048.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yerr, I hate her jeans. How can she be photographed like this???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S8b-EL1RH5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Kq7OPD5qsJk/s1600/z208182260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S8b-EL1RH5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Kq7OPD5qsJk/s320/z208182260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh no, I think im pushing it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-4786413115031032742?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/4786413115031032742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-was-young-i-never-needed-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/4786413115031032742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/4786413115031032742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-was-young-i-never-needed-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S8b92MO4QTI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LS5V9bsNaiE/s72-c/saracarpeaux20100124_0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-5713531652900041512</id><published>2010-04-08T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T06:21:39.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohohoho, this blog is being neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be honest, I ve got nothing to blog about, so i ll just fascinate you with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S73YUvjrw0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/UYXvb0aaP-w/s1600/19433_318483800841_565560841_3354147_1372110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S73YUvjrw0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/UYXvb0aaP-w/s320/19433_318483800841_565560841_3354147_1372110_n.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We gonna rock your socks soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-5713531652900041512?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5713531652900041512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohohoho-this-blog-is-being-neglected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5713531652900041512'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-5054345590936109432</id><published>2010-03-29T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T02:08:03.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A four day weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come on, you ve got to be kidding me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another thing I cant stand is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is everyone being so prissy nowadays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its affecting me damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IM SO HAPPY IM DOING THE SINGAPOREAN SLING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-5054345590936109432?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5054345590936109432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/03/four-day-weekend-come-on-you-ve-got-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5054345590936109432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5054345590936109432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/03/four-day-weekend-come-on-you-ve-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-2269044841925330177</id><published>2010-03-22T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:25:31.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello punks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've started college and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first 3 weeks and like the holidays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ja man, its just awesome, im so lifeless im stuck in the com lab waiting for alex to finish his class 2 hours from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life just blows doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God osie is in the same college as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said, she's had enough well it sounds to me like you're straight out of luck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said, she's all through and life's not blwoing her kissing thanks to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-2269044841925330177?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/2269044841925330177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-punks-ive-started-college-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/2269044841925330177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/2269044841925330177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-punks-ive-started-college-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-5828797966073976218</id><published>2010-03-11T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T04:33:47.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2A's 4B's 2C's 1 miserable D,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nonsense I tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still, I thank God for whatever results he has given me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Based on the effort I put in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deserve the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't feel like saying much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-5828797966073976218?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5828797966073976218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/03/2as-4bs-2cs-1-miserable-d-nonsense-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5828797966073976218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5828797966073976218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/03/2as-4bs-2cs-1-miserable-d-nonsense-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-8762898447719498794</id><published>2010-03-08T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:41:51.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;''Guys, think small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One kelisa, 3 guitars, 5 champions.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ming Yue's quote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, im gonna teach you how to travel light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have a backpack,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You stuff these kind of stuff in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S5XA-vqovrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/D_SCVGYjpQ8/s1600-h/NAVY-AND-WHITE-CHECK-SHIRT-Check-Shirts-Shirts-TOPMAN-USA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S5XA-vqovrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/D_SCVGYjpQ8/s320/NAVY-AND-WHITE-CHECK-SHIRT-Check-Shirts-Shirts-TOPMAN-USA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you stuff these kind of stuff in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S5XBOi8QNiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Jzb_F9Zmy08/s1600-h/Converse_shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S5XBOi8QNiI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Jzb_F9Zmy08/s320/Converse_shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your shoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you throw in other kinds of crap including,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boxers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Facial wash,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toothbrush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The backpack is pretty full huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you throw in her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S5XCIZyklBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/0FNFcoOWsBs/s1600-h/z209285039.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S5XCIZyklBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/0FNFcoOWsBs/s320/z209285039.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your girlfriend/wife/fiancee'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She takes up alot of space right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you throw in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're practically weighed down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relatives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Workmates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's also your dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becoming a rockstar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;engineer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sucessful doctor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pilot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I ll sound like George Clooney asking you to burn and let go of all those things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's bullcrap,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These things are most essential to you, besides the clothes part although you may need them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do not let go of these things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You probably won't end up like George Clooney flying around the world and have that ''Im not willing to commit attitude'',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my say?,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carry these things with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sure the backpack may tear apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the things that you will never get to have again when you die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do me a favour guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Appreciate the little things will ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-8762898447719498794?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/8762898447719498794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/03/pack-light.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-5389202566504187076</id><published>2010-03-07T20:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:31:37.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cut my hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sobs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so insecure now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-5389202566504187076?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5389202566504187076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-7828366028872997665</id><published>2010-03-04T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:53:08.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go run and tell all the neighbours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go run and tell everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a storm that's coming for her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This kind of rain will make her fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never wanted you so much as I do right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe this is happening to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, make it rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its funny how one song can bring two people to become best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im talking bout The Everly Brothers's Dream Dream Dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so stressed out bout the sweet sixteen performance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-7828366028872997665?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7828366028872997665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-it-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;Lance Cheong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I ve only known you for a month plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you have impacted my life alot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I can be a prick at times but Im grateful for all the times you drove me here and there all the way from ampang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You bad boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44bKkwsLcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/CKT4HhUJu7Q/s1600-h/26316_338893897021_748542021_3452993_8130592_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im back after like 5 months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels refreshing and I feel happier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heck, God works in mysterious ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't give me the ''Holy Joe'' label cause I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im done ranting, this blog is getting a whole new makeup,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I don't get too lazy. heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need help posting my songs on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-4522616787073349275</id><published>2009-10-14T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T03:12:57.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems like yesterday, I was being all bitchy and angry over things,&lt;br /&gt;actually, I still am but who the hell cares?&lt;br /&gt;IM BLOODY OVER THE MOON RIGHT NOW,&lt;br /&gt;AND IT BETTER BE REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side of life,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve known you for about a decade already,&lt;br /&gt;We had fun as kids calling each other sore losers and then crying,&lt;br /&gt;ah, then we became teenagers and we always argued about the band.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously if you hadn't help me out with a hell load of things I think I wouldn't be here holding up on things.&lt;br /&gt;Sure you may look 19 but you re still a 10 year old to me,&lt;br /&gt;Been through thick and thin,&lt;br /&gt;Been through uncles and aunties talking bout the crap the rest of us do,&lt;br /&gt;Been through that mofo who backstabbed us,&lt;br /&gt;Been through shit. (literally)&lt;br /&gt;I give you,&lt;br /&gt;The one guy who cracks the lamest jokes during awkward moments,&lt;br /&gt;The guy who helped me up when I was down,&lt;br /&gt;The guy who started resemblence,&lt;br /&gt;The guy who can pluck the guitar like he s plucking rambutans,&lt;br /&gt;The guy who crashed the car sending us home,&lt;br /&gt;The guy that writes emotional songs,&lt;br /&gt;The guy who loaned me 10 bucks to eat chicken chop.&lt;br /&gt;JOHN KHOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/StX98T9vQvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/lSEk3u6ww9s/s1600-h/7229_151528333522_560263522_3409013_5520136_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392495341439238898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/StX98T9vQvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/lSEk3u6ww9s/s320/7229_151528333522_560263522_3409013_5520136_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks serious here,&lt;br /&gt;But when he gets comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;All hell breaks loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM A HAPPY BOY&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING TO EAT AND SLEEP AND SHOP AND GET DRUNK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-4522616787073349275?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/4522616787073349275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/4522616787073349275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/4522616787073349275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/StX98T9vQvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/lSEk3u6ww9s/s72-c/7229_151528333522_560263522_3409013_5520136_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-6933680696276399817</id><published>2009-09-17T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T03:13:30.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think im obsessed over The Beatles,&lt;br /&gt;That's very bad.&lt;br /&gt;Im reading Paul Mccartney's biography,&lt;br /&gt;I feel what he felt,&lt;br /&gt;That's messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-6933680696276399817?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/6933680696276399817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-im-obsessed-over-beatles-thats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/6933680696276399817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/6933680696276399817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-im-obsessed-over-beatles-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-3647893460376677023</id><published>2009-09-09T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:50:25.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SqfUWKdRCVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/jtWQ5ayDTzs/s1600-h/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SqfUWKdRCVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/jtWQ5ayDTzs/s320/IMG_1215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379501757146663250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got the remastered version of the Beatles- A Hard Days Night!!! Woo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-3647893460376677023?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/3647893460376677023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-remastered-version-of-beatles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/3647893460376677023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/3647893460376677023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-remastered-version-of-beatles.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SqfUW2DnwRI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EwM3VBzd39Y/s72-c/IMG_1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-2950732447059772124</id><published>2009-08-21T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:50:25.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayley</title><content type='html'>As the coffin moved slowly into the cremation oven, I broke down, she was my everything, and now she's gone. Her name was Hayley, Hayley Andrews. The girl who helped me when I was down, the girl who gave me my first kiss on my 12th birthday and the girl who left me for a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I remember the first time meeting Hayley, she punched me right in the face just because I overtook her with my tricycle. We were 3 when we first became enemies. Then she fell from her tricycle, being a nice guy, I helped her up. She was crying because of a small cut on her knee. I took her back to her home and told Mrs Andrews everything. Hayley went into the house crying and Mrs Andrews thanked me and gave me a chocolate bar. I skipped home happily. The next day she came up to me and gave me hug and said "thaank youu!''. I blushed and eversince then, we became the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I remember going through the four seasons with her, playing in the sand during summer, getting lost in the leaves during autumn, picking flowers together during spring and throwing snowballs in winter. Going through middle school was a drag, but Hayley made everything worthwhile. We would spend the evenings doing our algebra together. Most of the time, I would end up playing her computer and copying her work later. After that we would go down for dinner. Mrs  Andrews served the best beef stew and usually I would run home late only to be grounded for the next 3 days. Besides the other guys, she usually stood up for me when the bullies would push me around. I felt secure and safe around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        When I was 12, I had my first big birthday party, and her gift suprised me. A little peck on the cheek made my day and for the rest of the week. Hayley also seemed to mature faster than the other guys and girls. She found out about the internet and its horrible side, she called me saying '' Ian, why am I bleeding?'', she also had her first crush way before I did. We would talk on the phone from 9 till late. Once, she called me and she was crying on the phone. She had just broken up with her boyfriend. She was 14 and I comforted her the whole night. Not knowing about my phone bill, it went up sky high. But it was okay, since it was my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Hayley wasn't the heathiest of people. She usually fell sick and had to frequent visits to the doctor. She also had a hole in her heart which affected her until she underwent a surgery to patch it up. I visited her everyday in hospital bringing her favourite books and cd's. I looked out for her when she was discharged, walking her home everyday and making sure she took her medication. But being the stubborn girl she was, she would trick me into buying her licorice before she would take her medication. When she didn't turn up at school, I would run by her house afterthat to ask about her. Mrs Andrews was used to hearing the front door slam open with me running in. She would just smile and go on sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          We also had our fair share of arguments and squabbles. There was once where we didn't talk for 3 days just because I made fun of her current boyfriend. Well maybe I went a little bit overboard with the comments but she gave me the cold shoulder until I called to apologise. I couldn't go one day without talking to her or at least having her yell at me for being a stupid boy. But she was there when I needed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           At 16, I felt different towards Hayley, she was constantly my mind and I would rush to walk her out of class eventhough there were other guys walking along with her. But no matter, she always had time for me. I couldn't explain these feelings, so I kept it to myself. Until one day when we were at out usual hangout place, the park. She sprained her foot and I rushed over to help her. She didn't cry but I could see she was holding it in. It looked pretty bad and she couldn't walk. So I told her to get on my back. She happily did it smirking and telling me that she was really fat compared to the previous years. On the way back, instead of our usual random chats ranging from how I felt like farting at that moment to her toilet being a mess, there was an awkward silence between the both of us. It was different from all the other times I used to carry her on my back. I felt a rush of adrenaline and I wanted to tell her about those weird feelings I've had. Then she asked, ''Ian, why are you so quiet today?'', I just smiled and said ''I don't know, I just feel happy I guess'', and continued walking. When we reached her porch, Mr Andrews was outside and he rushed over to help. But Hayley asked him to wait inside until she called him.&lt;br /&gt;So he went in, and there we were standing outside and before I knew it, she gave me a peck on the cheek. This one felt different from 4 years before. At that point, I knew I had fallen for her and she for me. I ran off without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;         The next day, she didn't turn up at school and when I went to her house, Mrs Andrews said she had been out the whole day. I went home confused, had I hurt her? gave her the wrong impression?. As those questions were dabbling in my head, I heard her voice. She was outside on my porch waiting for me. I ran over took her hand and kissed her. The feeling was unexplainable. At that point I knew, she was the one, actually, she had always been the one. I just never realized it until now. After that night, we were more than just best friends. I felt responsible for her and she meant the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         6 months later, when I went over to her place, to pick her up for a date, Mrs Andrews told me she was still preparing herself upstairs and I waited. Then I heard a thud, as if someone had fallen down. I ran up into her room only to find her unconscious on the floor. She was rushed to the hospital. I never went home and waited throughout the whole operation. When the doctor came out, I saw his expression, his facial tone was not a good one. He told us to be prepared as Hayley's heart was failing due to a blood clot. Her parents broke down while I stood there helplessly praying for her. According to the doctor, Hayley's blood clot started 3 months ago, she never told anyone. I felt so useless not being able to see her pain in the last 6 months. We went into the room. She was awake and smiling waving at me. I couldn't look at her in the eyes. I turned away and went out. She must have understood as she didn't say anything when I walked out. I held my tears back and went in again. She took my hand and said ''Hey, don't be sad, I ll still be here by your side, walking you home from school everyday, kissing you before you go to sleep and watching over you'', I broke into tears and told her I couldn't go on without her. She just kissed me on the forehead and whispered into my ear ''I love you so, so much'', then her hand became cold her eyes closed, she left. Her smile was still there though. Mr and Mrs Andrews broke down grieving. I held her hand closely and said ''I love you so, so much too''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I never got to tell her how much I loved her. But I will always remember her smile, Hayley had a very unique smile and when she bit her lip it was a sign that she was feeling happy. When she was still around, I never noticed her lip biting, until she told me. She felt contented and I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Now, all that's left of her is her pictures that are on my table. I lost the one girl whom I thought was the world, she was my everything, my one and only, I still cry over her and tell her I miss her every night before I go to bed. For me now, life has lost its colours. Hayley put them in, and now, she s taken them along with her to a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Her name was Hayley, Hayley Andrews. My Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. Please comment on this story as I plan to write more. It is purely fictional. Constructive critisism would be great*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-2950732447059772124?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/2950732447059772124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2009/08/hayley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/2950732447059772124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/2950732447059772124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2009/08/hayley.html' title='Hayley'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8651108072864880840.post-5364175781040908043</id><published>2008-08-08T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:50:25.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic s Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzzl25wdaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EHbVh1WdRO8/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzzl25wdaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EHbVh1WdRO8/s320/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324698816148898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           That s them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzzmKQpDMI/AAAAAAAAACY/x4yjqZu2mEE/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzzmKQpDMI/AAAAAAAAACY/x4yjqZu2mEE/s320/DSC00554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324704012405954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        John s pants are falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzzmasaNTI/AAAAAAAAACg/4Pp83PVUFH8/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzzmasaNTI/AAAAAAAAACg/4Pp83PVUFH8/s320/DSC00555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324708423841074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzzm3khx0I/AAAAAAAAACo/1IgWDNqLB-8/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzzm3khx0I/AAAAAAAAACo/1IgWDNqLB-8/s320/DSC00559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324716175411010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzznM_qfcI/AAAAAAAAACw/z7qDJwx9wR8/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzznM_qfcI/AAAAAAAAACw/z7qDJwx9wR8/s320/DSC00562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232324721926372802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Im too lazy to write captions for the rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8651108072864880840-5364175781040908043?l=pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5364175781040908043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2008/08/panic-s-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5364175781040908043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8651108072864880840/posts/default/5364175781040908043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennylanekissedme.blogspot.com/2008/08/panic-s-pictures.html' title='Panic s Pictures!'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15257090162998943287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/S44MvGmH_sI/AAAAAAAAAk4/A-Qg6JvwS58/S220/IMG_1424.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KSDIUugwQk/SJzzl25wdaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EHbVh1WdRO8/s72-c/DSC00550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
