<?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-2073540678039603631</id><updated>2012-02-12T02:56:27.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Dreaming</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-1677510144359934319</id><published>2012-02-12T02:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T02:56:27.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-1677510144359934319?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1677510144359934319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2012/02/ill-be-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1677510144359934319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1677510144359934319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2012/02/ill-be-waiting.html' title='I&apos;ll be waiting.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-3950803306045492678</id><published>2012-02-12T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T02:56:01.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it too late?</title><content type='html'>There’s so many wars we fought,&lt;br /&gt;There’s so many things we’re not,&lt;br /&gt;But with what we have,&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that,&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-3950803306045492678?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3950803306045492678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2012/02/is-it-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3950803306045492678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3950803306045492678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2012/02/is-it-too-late.html' title='Is it too late?'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7210945403329268326</id><published>2012-01-30T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:15:35.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never really wanted anything extraordinary in life. Maybe just enough money to live comfortably &lt;br /&gt;Settle down and lead life like every other normal people does. Am I not capable of that? &lt;br /&gt;Am I that bad that i am denied of everything a normal person could have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hope all my problems won't affect anything. How wrong. &lt;br /&gt;It affects every freaking thing. I just want to love and be loved like every other people. Is that too much to ask for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear fragil heart, are you toying with me? You messing with my life? &lt;br /&gt;Oh lord I am lost and confuse. Tell me what is going on. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7210945403329268326?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7210945403329268326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-never-really-wanted-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7210945403329268326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7210945403329268326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-never-really-wanted-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-6420722017988813917</id><published>2011-10-27T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T03:06:38.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw you.</title><content type='html'>It was that moment when I saw you, in Robin Scherbatsky.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am saying this. I thought I.. ah nvm bye it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-6420722017988813917?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6420722017988813917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-saw-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/6420722017988813917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/6420722017988813917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-saw-you.html' title='I saw you.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-1369430684146025986</id><published>2011-08-08T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:52:03.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a -</title><content type='html'>I never had the courage to tell the people I loved the most how I really felt. &lt;br /&gt;The 2 people I've really loved, they never had the chance to know how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the both of them moved on. And here I am haunted by those unsaid emotions. what a pain. Yet I still have to act like nothing is wrong and we are still close friends.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how my esteem gets in the way. Why am I not born smart/handsome/hot/attractive but a guy who sucks at everything he does. esteem oh esteem, please, go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-1369430684146025986?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1369430684146025986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1369430684146025986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1369430684146025986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-of.html' title='Life of a -'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-4335719698388066611</id><published>2011-06-26T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T03:32:16.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I've long forgotten you.</title><content type='html'>It's has been so long. I thought it was over and I did it and here I am thinking about you. I am pretty damn sure that you are the paste tense. Wait, nothing happened between us but here I am missing everything we did together. Did I take that friendship too much or were you misleading me all along? I hope for none. All I can dream of is to see sparks between us but hah its a dream after all. Idealistic much. Why in the world am I still hoping for something to happen? This pathetic hope within is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-4335719698388066611?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4335719698388066611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-thought-ive-long-forgotten-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/4335719698388066611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/4335719698388066611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-thought-ive-long-forgotten-you.html' title='I thought I&apos;ve long forgotten you.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-2710426652875869002</id><published>2011-05-28T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T19:09:57.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>I am all good for now ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-2710426652875869002?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2710426652875869002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2710426652875869002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2710426652875869002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-731835369924175334</id><published>2011-04-26T08:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:13:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got another confession to make.</title><content type='html'>Are you gone and onto someone new?&lt;br /&gt;I needed somewhere to hang my head, without your noose.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me something that I didn't have, but had no use.&lt;br /&gt;I was too weak to give in, too strong to lose.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is under arrest again, but I break loose.&lt;br /&gt;My head is giving me life or death, but I can't choose.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll never give in, I refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith?&lt;br /&gt;Its real, the pain you feel.&lt;br /&gt;The life, the love you'd die to heal.&lt;br /&gt;The hope that starts the broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no fool and I'm getting tired of starting again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-731835369924175334?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/731835369924175334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-got-another-confession-to-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/731835369924175334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/731835369924175334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-got-another-confession-to-make.html' title='I&apos;ve got another confession to make.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-8526128322859746152</id><published>2011-04-11T04:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:47:36.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it was a nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agDEOKP3UAk/TaITM6eIqaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1747HXNCLeE/s1600/trust1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agDEOKP3UAk/TaITM6eIqaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1747HXNCLeE/s400/trust1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594054799722588578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that fateful day. The day I realized people around me ain't who I thought they were. What exactly is trust? Is trust easily broken by the slightest setback? Have you ever wondered to yourself, what exactly do you mean when you put your trust in someone? Does trusting someone means no matter what happen under any circumstances you will choose to believe what he said than what others said or is it a word that means nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting someone requires you to put your faith in them. What happen when that someone betrays your trust? I believe many have come across that. I, myself am a victim of misplacing my trust. How foolish was I?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To [name]&lt;br /&gt;I trusted you [name]. I always thought you trusted me too. I can't believe that minor misunderstanding made us drift so far apart. It's okay. I doubt I ever stand out in your eyes. That incident alone shows how little your faith was in me. It saddens me to see us become like this. It was just because of him. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best. I still.... forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-8526128322859746152?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8526128322859746152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wish-it-was-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/8526128322859746152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/8526128322859746152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wish-it-was-nightmare.html' title='I wish it was a nightmare.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agDEOKP3UAk/TaITM6eIqaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1747HXNCLeE/s72-c/trust1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-6346185833324395556</id><published>2011-04-10T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T13:02:37.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you.</title><content type='html'>What happen to the good old times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-6346185833324395556?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6346185833324395556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/6346185833324395556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/6346185833324395556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-you.html' title='Hey you.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-773552044854770879</id><published>2011-02-19T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:32:26.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you knew it was you all along.</title><content type='html'>All this time,&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that? Most probably not.&lt;br /&gt;I am just not attractive nor handsome at all for you.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I fall for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-773552044854770879?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/773552044854770879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-only-you-knew-it-was-you-all-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/773552044854770879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/773552044854770879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-only-you-knew-it-was-you-all-along.html' title='If only you knew it was you all along.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-3173575745600181543</id><published>2011-02-08T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T03:00:01.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a different crowd</title><content type='html'>I wonder, how would I be feeling if I were to have a different crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be feeling out of place, fears of many not liking me or are already hating me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-3173575745600181543?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3173575745600181543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-different-crowd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3173575745600181543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3173575745600181543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-different-crowd.html' title='In a different crowd'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-257449346992903342</id><published>2011-01-25T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:47:40.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia for my childhood days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-257449346992903342?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/257449346992903342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/01/nostalgia-for-my-childhood-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/257449346992903342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/257449346992903342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/01/nostalgia-for-my-childhood-days.html' title='nostalgia for my childhood days.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-1888014639866035673</id><published>2011-01-18T07:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T08:16:11.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I will never tell you ever.</title><content type='html'>There are so many things I want to tell you but I am afraid you won't&lt;br /&gt;be able to hear it anymore. It will only bring more pain than happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just afraid of even the slightest risk of pain. &lt;br /&gt;But to think of it, I am already in pain trying to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how something that did not even start can create such a painful emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea how to really face you again without reigniting that feeling which&lt;br /&gt;leads to the same painful feeling again after we depart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;4-5 times a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would fall this deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-1888014639866035673?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1888014639866035673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-i-will-never-tell-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1888014639866035673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1888014639866035673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-i-will-never-tell-you-ever.html' title='Things I will never tell you ever.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-5895380154245615957</id><published>2010-12-27T04:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T04:49:08.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you see me in the mirror.</title><content type='html'>Life; A journey? I don't really know and I wish someone could explain it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little boy, man I had so much fun. All the unexplainable joy that I went through. &lt;br /&gt;It is something I never want to forget. However, all that fun was not long-lasting as I wished it would be. As a man and a human-being, We err. You will probably be wondering, what kind of mistake will you commit when you are just a boy? Lying? Talking back to our parents? Stealing perhaps? I wish mine was that simple. Shall continue another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-5895380154245615957?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5895380154245615957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-see-me-in-streets-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/5895380154245615957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/5895380154245615957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-see-me-in-streets-alone.html' title='If you see me in the mirror.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7782859900020908446</id><published>2010-12-24T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:47:39.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Let me think. 2011 is approaching and I've no idea whether to be happy or sad or scared. Holidays are ending and neither do I know if it's a sad thing or happy thing. Holidays has never been so packed before. GKIDZ FTW. But..... It has taken up too much of my holidays that I have no idea to be sad or happy. But serving God is always happy. I need a jobbbbbbb. Needa sarpork myself. A year is ending... Nothing much done this year.... But yeh. Maybe next year will be a better year! AND OH YES MERRY CHRISTMASSSSSS. Sorry if you didn't receive any gifts from me. Reason 1. Too broke to get presents. Reason 2. Hardly any time to make cards and gifts. But I promise, I will do my best to write a card to all of you. Gonna enjoy holidays while it last........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7782859900020908446?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7782859900020908446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7782859900020908446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7782859900020908446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-2262745627309749849</id><published>2010-12-07T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:25:04.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/TP0qerLmvHI/AAAAAAAAACo/qPjwJj5hGVk/s1600/5234323659_a8058fec4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/TP0qerLmvHI/AAAAAAAAACo/qPjwJj5hGVk/s400/5234323659_a8058fec4c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547637022466161778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how badly I want to hit the jackpot with my answer.&lt;br /&gt;But I am afraid it's something I am not capable enough to handle.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing good on me and about me. Probably the reason why I failed to make a move. Courage, something I lack so much of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, life is tough. Relationship is tougher. Without money, education, looks, you gonna fail at everything. And such a coincidence, I lack all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-2262745627309749849?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2262745627309749849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/12/out-of-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2262745627309749849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2262745627309749849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/12/out-of-box.html' title='Out of the box'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/TP0qerLmvHI/AAAAAAAAACo/qPjwJj5hGVk/s72-c/5234323659_a8058fec4c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-401856194673084025</id><published>2010-12-06T03:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T03:34:22.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are young,</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I blogged. So many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;A year will once again fly past us in 3 weeks time. What have I done this year?&lt;br /&gt;Compared to last year. I am still quite the same. I never excelled in anything.&lt;br /&gt;Academic-wise, Music-wise and even Gaming-wise! I wonder if this is me being greedy or it's the truth that I suck at everything for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Months from now, I will be officially 16. Maybe it's still early to really excel in anything. Trusting in God, I believe He will lead me to where he wants me to be and it will always be prosperous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in Gkidz for about 5 months now, I must say it's one of the greatest thing I ever did. It's so fun and I learned a lot. Great community, great kids and great time serving God. Gave my life colours. Serving God always bring you joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask, am I ready for next year? Well, no but with God all things are possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-401856194673084025?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/401856194673084025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-are-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/401856194673084025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/401856194673084025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-are-young.html' title='We are young,'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-2298040022435191839</id><published>2010-11-22T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:05:39.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/TOoIJ6DbnlI/AAAAAAAAACY/75AisTSa8mc/s1600/Paedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/TOoIJ6DbnlI/AAAAAAAAACY/75AisTSa8mc/s400/Paedo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542251257728310866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-2298040022435191839?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2298040022435191839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2298040022435191839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2298040022435191839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/TOoIJ6DbnlI/AAAAAAAAACY/75AisTSa8mc/s72-c/Paedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-2038266655114622291</id><published>2010-11-20T06:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T06:51:31.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, can lighted matchstick be lighted again?</title><content type='html'>I always believe that love starts with a spark and that spark? Attraction.&lt;br /&gt;So, if love is like a matchstick and a spark created a fire but died halfway can it be still be lighted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes, I am afraid I have just reignited a wrong matchstick. Or was it that in the beginning there were sparks but failed to light the matchstick until now? Or did I make that decision to love you unknowingly? All these are so confusing. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Emotion always get the better of me. It is often not shown in me except here. &lt;br /&gt;Really pardon me from writing stuff like this. I bet some people are hating me or just can't stand who I am. But I have to say, this is the real me behind the wall of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-2038266655114622291?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2038266655114622291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-can-lighted-matchstick-be-lighted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2038266655114622291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2038266655114622291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-can-lighted-matchstick-be-lighted.html' title='So, can lighted matchstick be lighted again?'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7799730330030168560</id><published>2010-11-03T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:07:57.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll see how miserable you are in the mirror.</title><content type='html'>Each time I look into the mirror, I ask myself this "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing this somewhere, "You are the real you when you are alone."&lt;br /&gt;and yet here I am not knowing who I am. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen years on earth and yet I still don't know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely something is wrong with the way I lead my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if someone were to ask me who I am.. How am I suppose to reply?&lt;br /&gt;Should I say I am Alvin or should I say I don't know? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me not wanting to admit that the miserable reflection in the mirror is me. How pathetic, so the real me is nothing but some piece of junk that even I dare not admit it's me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much inside me that are shown in my reflection. perhaps in many of you too.&lt;br /&gt;But majority of us are not capable of expressing that part. Is it meant to be this way? I feel miserable each time I think of how I am unable to express that part of emotion. Even here, in my blog where it's suppose to be my safe little bubble. It sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7799730330030168560?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7799730330030168560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/11/youll-see-how-miserable-you-are-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7799730330030168560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7799730330030168560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/11/youll-see-how-miserable-you-are-in.html' title='You&apos;ll see how miserable you are in the mirror.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-4456928269946190242</id><published>2010-09-10T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T02:20:33.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coward in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I never knew perfection till,&lt;br /&gt;I heard u speak and now it kills me,&lt;br /&gt;just to hear u say the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waking up is hard to do,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping's impossible to do&lt;br /&gt;and everything is reminding me of you, what can I do?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am such a coward. I don't even have the courage to express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Always being what others expect me to be. It's tough.&lt;br /&gt;I feel inferior/like an outcast among people around me. Acadamic-wise is enough to bring me down. Money-wise? Hah. There is no need for any explaination on this. &lt;br /&gt;It sucks to feel like this. &lt;br /&gt;I feel indebted to so many people. I want to be independent and not rely on others.&lt;br /&gt;But things aren't really going the way I want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am sorry. Sorry I don't have the courage to tell you how important you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-4456928269946190242?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4456928269946190242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/09/coward-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/4456928269946190242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/4456928269946190242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/09/coward-in-love.html' title='Coward in love'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-648892044174734379</id><published>2010-08-23T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:02:16.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is not promised</title><content type='html'>I wonder, why do people hate their life so much when they have a family, money, shelter &amp; great friends who care. What could be worse than people who don't even have money or family? They still live their life don't they? Complain? It would be a lie if I say they don't. But their life really has something to complain. They got no family no money. But why do people with food, family, friends and shelter still complain? Look at your life and their life. You want food there is food. But have you realize that there are so many people out there begging and doing illegal stuff and selling tissue paper or working at old age just to feed themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised. &lt;br /&gt;You might die tomorrow or even the next minute. Why live your life grumbling?&lt;br /&gt;Why not think of a way to live your life so that when you die, the world cries for you.&lt;br /&gt;Helen Keller once said &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, The world cries and you rejoice".&lt;/span&gt; This is how you should live your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I understand how our life is filled with troubles and problems. But its about how you sees it. Looking at it complain doesn't help. Think positive. You will be amazed at how your thinking affects the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-648892044174734379?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/648892044174734379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/08/tomorrow-is-not-promised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/648892044174734379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/648892044174734379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/08/tomorrow-is-not-promised.html' title='Tomorrow is not promised'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-1092973007525154419</id><published>2010-08-18T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:17:00.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>The world wants to make you think they know what love is. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm telling you what true love is. &lt;br /&gt;Love is not what you see in the movies. &lt;br /&gt;Its not the ecstasy, its not what you see in that scene you know what I mean? &lt;br /&gt;I´m telling you right now, true love is sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;Love is thinking about others before you think about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Love is selfless not selfish. &lt;br /&gt;Love is God and God is love. &lt;br /&gt;Love is when you lay down your life for another whether for your brother, your mother, your father or your sister. Its even laying down your life for your enemies.&lt;br /&gt;That´s unthinkable but think about that. Love is true. Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient love is kind. &lt;br /&gt;It does not envy it does not boast it is not proud. &lt;br /&gt;It is not rude it is not self-seeking it is not easily angered it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;br /&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;br /&gt;It always protects always trusts always hopes it always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails. Love is everlasting its eternal it goes on and on it goes beyond time.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that will last when you die. &lt;br /&gt;But ask the question why? Why do you have love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater love than this than he who lays down his life for his friends. Now are you willing to lay down your life for your friends? &lt;br /&gt;You´re probably willing to lay down your life for your mother, your father or your best friends but are you willing to lay down your life for even those that hate you? I´m going to tell you who did that the definition of love is Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;He is love. The nails in his hands the thorns in his brow hanging on a cross for your sin my sins that is LOVE he died for you and me while we still hated him&lt;br /&gt;That is love. God is true love and if you don´t know this love now is the time to know perfect love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-1092973007525154419?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1092973007525154419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/08/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1092973007525154419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1092973007525154419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-5220657958482219510</id><published>2010-08-13T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:31:00.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the same</title><content type='html'>Lets begin with my phone. I don't know what went wrong. A lot of my friends claim that they sms-ed me but I NEVER GET ANY? Nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;Now MSN. Zzzzz. Stupid msn keep DC-ing and I don't even know my sister got go close my MSN convos anot. ( after school like 4-5 I came back and not a single msn convo? that is weird )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been the same. I realized I am quite temporary. So many people used to be like HEY YO WAZZZUP and we will keep talking and talking and obviously a goodnight and goodbye. Now, we talk but rarely it gets far. Not even a bye most of the time. People just go off without replying. And some ass has been annoying me for quite awhile, if you know who you are, please stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid post as I am tired. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-5220657958482219510?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5220657958482219510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/5220657958482219510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/5220657958482219510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-same.html' title='It&apos;s the same'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-6889836122276616118</id><published>2010-08-04T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T02:04:53.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God bless us, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;We're a broken people living under loaded gun.&lt;br /&gt;And it can't be outfought,&lt;br /&gt;It can't be outdone,&lt;br /&gt;It can't be outmatched,&lt;br /&gt;It can't be outrun,&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save us, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns?&lt;br /&gt;For the sins of our hand&lt;br /&gt;The sins of our tongue,&lt;br /&gt;The sins of our father,&lt;br /&gt;The sins of our young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-6889836122276616118?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6889836122276616118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-bless-us-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/6889836122276616118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/6889836122276616118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-bless-us-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7650337635422585488</id><published>2010-08-04T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:49:15.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did you find me?</title><content type='html'>I was searching, searching for something that can never be found via my own strength.&lt;br /&gt;Something that I wanted for awhile. Well, you people reading must be wondering what is this thing but I won't be disclosing it to anyone. Well lets move on. This paragraph is just to distract people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I recalled how me and you were last time. Doing lots of stuff together, having fun &amp; taking care of each other but looking at us now... sigh&lt;br /&gt;Now, we barely talk or if you think that a conversation less than five minutes is talking then fine. I believe we've been rather competitive about certain stuff but hey, don't let this friendship come to an end because of this eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing pretty much nothing for the past few weeks. I shall not complain how my life lacks spices but rather I shall name out a few stuff I decided to work on to spice up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, Work harder in school I suppose. Shouldn't be so much of a slacker. &lt;br /&gt;Two, practice my bass. It might just be a hobby but playing a instrument makes me feel accomplished and I love music!&lt;br /&gt;Three, update my blog more often. I usually update when I feel like there is a need to relief my stress. But now I shall start posting weird random stuff just so that it kills time. So if anyone who read my blog, be prepared to read rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Four, Sleep early. Yeah you must be wondering how the heck is this adding flavors to my life. When nothing is happening and I am bored and I've done all of the above, sleep kills time too. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sleep, I shall hit the sack now. 1.50am and why the heck am I online for? Zz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7650337635422585488?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7650337635422585488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-did-you-find-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7650337635422585488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7650337635422585488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-did-you-find-me.html' title='How did you find me?'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-1686420204694859167</id><published>2010-07-20T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T03:06:06.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart itches,</title><content type='html'>What is this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be love?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;Could it be an infatuation?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen too many people mistaking infatuation for love.&lt;br /&gt;I for sure is one who has fallen for that before.&lt;br /&gt;People don't fear love, they fear infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation is just temporary. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;They are just afraid that this feeling would fade away.&lt;br /&gt;And they will be left alone once again. &lt;br /&gt;They fear that no one would hug them when they are cold,&lt;br /&gt;No one would listen to them when they need someone&lt;br /&gt;and no one to show them "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a void everyone tries to find and they filled it up&lt;br /&gt;without realizing the consequence to it. &lt;br /&gt;I'll just wait &amp; hope that you are the patch to the void.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-1686420204694859167?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1686420204694859167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-heart-itches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1686420204694859167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1686420204694859167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-heart-itches.html' title='My heart itches,'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-2119048673788220771</id><published>2010-07-16T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:25:17.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted.</title><content type='html'>I really am, disgusted by what you say.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am dedicating this post to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, how many times u want me to say its not because of that "misunderstanding"&lt;br /&gt;Its absolutely not because of that misunderstanding. let me tell you its how &lt;br /&gt;you reacted to that misunderstanding. Acting all emotional, bullshitting about me to others ( don't think i don't know ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sick of talking to you. your all emotional acts just disgust me. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;from that conversation you added me in with that someone who obviously scolded me&lt;br /&gt;you know who. I saw exactly who you are then. I do not wish to hear anymore nonsense seriously. The you I know is not the you now. Don't say I changed or anything, you are the one who changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-2119048673788220771?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2119048673788220771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/07/disgusted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2119048673788220771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2119048673788220771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/07/disgusted.html' title='Disgusted.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-8550236583356949385</id><published>2010-07-14T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:07:57.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/TD2me8jXGXI/AAAAAAAAACI/-pa1cTHOezs/s1600/4789617277_f8263c811e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/TD2me8jXGXI/AAAAAAAAACI/-pa1cTHOezs/s400/4789617277_f8263c811e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493730171042601330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this need, this uncontrollable desire to pour everything out.&lt;br /&gt;Every single drop of emotions, truth and lies. But, Where is everybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always like this. Every time I need someone I can trust and someone who can listen to all my nonsense just disappear when I needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was free, until all these nonsenses happened. Just wrong, so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know you are such a person. I thought you were Godly. Seems like I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate much, I need a break. I am just tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-8550236583356949385?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8550236583356949385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/8550236583356949385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/8550236583356949385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/TD2me8jXGXI/AAAAAAAAACI/-pa1cTHOezs/s72-c/4789617277_f8263c811e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-1420599753406592189</id><published>2010-07-09T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:39:51.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face it,</title><content type='html'>I hate how worthless and unimportant I am&lt;br /&gt;I hate how people only talk to me when they are bored&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I have to start conversations first&lt;br /&gt;I hate how no one treasures me&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I am only a substitute for others&lt;br /&gt;I hate how no one think that I worth something&lt;br /&gt;I hate how people sees me as only a boy and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;I hate how no one put me as their most important friend even if they do it doesn't appear that way&lt;br /&gt;I hate being treated LIKE a substitute when you people are bored.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how much of my life have become.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how all this is in the present and not the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life and I suppose I have to continue this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-1420599753406592189?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1420599753406592189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/07/face-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1420599753406592189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1420599753406592189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/07/face-it.html' title='Face it,'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-504614622188360550</id><published>2010-07-03T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:23:18.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good intention gone bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-504614622188360550?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/504614622188360550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-intention-gone-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/504614622188360550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/504614622188360550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-intention-gone-bad.html' title='Good intention gone bad.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7367097608867353307</id><published>2010-06-24T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:50:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why are you striving these days&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying to earn grace&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;Let me lift up your face&lt;br /&gt;Just don't turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you looking for love&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough&lt;br /&gt;To where will you go child&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where will you run&lt;br /&gt;To where will you run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;And please don't fight&lt;br /&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;br /&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these hands and my side&lt;br /&gt;They swallowed the grave on that night&lt;br /&gt;When I drank the world's sin&lt;br /&gt;So I could carry you in&lt;br /&gt;And give you life&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7367097608867353307?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7367097608867353307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-409316642913472669</id><published>2010-06-18T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:04:27.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are back against me</title><content type='html'>I think, I've made millions of wrong decisions in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Decisions that made me so vulnerable now. What if me back then taken the other path?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so insecure. Those decisions seem to have made many holes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Holes that can't be mend, wounds that can't be healed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like once you made that choice, the door for Satan is always open.&lt;br /&gt;You can push him out but he will always walk in with ease as long you are off-guard.&lt;br /&gt;My life is in this situation now. Many doors are opened and unwanted stuff are trying to get in. It sucks when you can't lay back and relax and have to be on your toes at all time. Sad to say, some of them have already gotten into this "house".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were gone, for good. How wrong was I? Who/what to blame? My past choices. But I have to say, The past molded me to who I am now. But still, I miss that security. It has been a long time since I blogged and many things happened. Too many to name. But it doesn't matter. I am still fine. Trying to keep up with the world that I am lagging in. For those few that are concerned about me, I am fine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those that claim that I am super emotional, YOU ARE WRONG. Maybe I am for an hour or so, explaining why my posts are always so "emo". Don't get this post wrong, I am not being emotional now. I just feel that I needed to keep track of what is happening to myself and I doubt anyone would read this. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-409316642913472669?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/409316642913472669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-are-back-against-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/409316642913472669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/409316642913472669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-are-back-against-me.html' title='You are back against me'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-1580613250103779587</id><published>2010-05-12T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T05:19:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensity</title><content type='html'>I saw the side of your face as you turned&lt;br /&gt;There's no foolproof shield against departures I've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving but you have long been gone&lt;br /&gt;In opposite directions, we leave this route well worn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours faded to a memory I don't quite remember&lt;br /&gt;And we're back as the two people who wait for every other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-1580613250103779587?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1580613250103779587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/05/intensity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1580613250103779587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1580613250103779587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/05/intensity.html' title='Intensity'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-4354601164084785945</id><published>2010-05-08T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T02:49:28.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This lonely night of mine.</title><content type='html'>In the dead of night, everything just seems so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Peace at last I thought to myself. How wrong was I?&lt;br /&gt;As I roll myself into that bed of mine, everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted memories invaded my mind. I needed somewhere or someone to help me distress.&lt;br /&gt;At such time, its almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when I get to hangout with one or perhaps two friends late in the night at the beach just talking thrash till the next morning. Those times where everyone have plenty of time in their hands. I've been seeking ideal stuff for too long. I am living in this imperfect world, what is ideal down here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to see you, my friends one by one consumed by evil.&lt;br /&gt;How happy were we back then? Very, well it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free,&lt;br /&gt;From desolation and despair.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like everything I sew,&lt;br /&gt;is being swept away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-4354601164084785945?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4354601164084785945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-lonely-night-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/4354601164084785945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/4354601164084785945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-lonely-night-of-mine.html' title='This lonely night of mine.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-3237899846805161579</id><published>2010-05-03T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:54:15.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Far away,&lt;br /&gt;the ship is taking me far away,&lt;br /&gt;far away from my memories,&lt;br /&gt;of the people who care if I live or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-3237899846805161579?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3237899846805161579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/05/far-away-ship-is-taking-me-far-away-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3237899846805161579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3237899846805161579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/05/far-away-ship-is-taking-me-far-away-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-8057792714874443776</id><published>2010-04-25T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:36:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last sunset (tm)</title><content type='html'>...Looking into the horizon, as the golden mellowed sun&lt;br /&gt;began to set below the glistening waters. It was as&lt;br /&gt;though the sea was filled with the most perfectly cut&lt;br /&gt;diamonds known to man. Light shimmered along the coast&lt;br /&gt;as the sun went down. The clouds, partially lit, filled&lt;br /&gt;the sky, leaving blotches of dark blue open spaces. Thick&lt;br /&gt;and dense clouds decimated into sputters and light &lt;br /&gt;streams that the sun highlighted with its vast shades of&lt;br /&gt;golden light, shading the unlit clouds with a dark velvet&lt;br /&gt;like colour. As the night came around, it was as though&lt;br /&gt;life itself had stopped in its tracks. as though the earth&lt;br /&gt;was not moving. The moon peaked down at the earth shyly,&lt;br /&gt;covered by translucent clouds that moved ever so slightly&lt;br /&gt;with the gentle breeze that accompanied the night.&lt;br /&gt;there were no stars, or lights. the moon held center &lt;br /&gt;stage of the sky as the night went on. As i felt a brush &lt;br /&gt;of wind pass me, stroking my skin, i could taste the salt&lt;br /&gt;from the sea in my mouth. As the taste lingered, i prayed&lt;br /&gt;for another day like this but deep down in my heart i knew &lt;br /&gt;that i would no longer be able to taste the same taste &lt;br /&gt;or see the same beautiful sunset as i had experience today.&lt;br /&gt;i knew that i could no longer be the boy i once was.&lt;br /&gt;i knew that this was the last night that i would be able to&lt;br /&gt;embrace that feeling of calm and ease.&lt;br /&gt;i knew that i would no longer be able to feel the magic return&lt;br /&gt;to this place, to me, once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-8057792714874443776?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8057792714874443776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-sunset-tm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/8057792714874443776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/8057792714874443776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-sunset-tm.html' title='The last sunset (tm)'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-3386085632668574890</id><published>2010-04-15T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:04:29.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random things! maybe 20 or 19.</title><content type='html'>1. I get super bored at times and i start searching up random old song, recently I found elvis presley song and crazy frog's song and now i am obsessed with them. dont ask me how.&lt;br /&gt;2.Sometimes, I go wild and do crazy stuff. E.g omfreakinggoodness look at facebook photos the flower u know already.&lt;br /&gt;3.I spam people on msn when i got nth better to do and to only wait for them say hi and close the chat. you might have experienced this.&lt;br /&gt;4.i love beef.&lt;br /&gt;5.I open facebook and sees nth new, close. open blog and sees nth new again close. and the cycle repeats for a few time.&lt;br /&gt;6.Sometimes, I go out in the middle of the night around 3am walk awhile and finds it boring. 5min later i realise how stupid i am wasting my time and i will get a drink and go back home.&lt;br /&gt;7.I can spend up to 1hour fidgeting with my look for formal or important events to only find it ugly and wash my hair and just leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;8. 25 things is too much.&lt;br /&gt;9.i find random games and i find hack for it and purposely create trouble for awhile and get myself banned.&lt;br /&gt;10. i love to hang out anywhere near the sea/river/&lt;br /&gt;11.bible is the only book i read.&lt;br /&gt;12.random stuff after this is gonna get really random and stupid be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;13.i love to play pool and bass.&lt;br /&gt;14.while writing this, i was spamming joseph with crazy frogs.&lt;br /&gt;15.I always wish that there is no such thing as curfew. although i myself do not have curfew but people around me can't hang out late!&lt;br /&gt;16.Boomz&lt;br /&gt;17.I close and open my msn messenger every 2min.&lt;br /&gt;18.2min ago, I found this can which i at first thought its sardine. so i open up the can and mash it up good. then i think to myself. Yes, some nice sardine sandwich. so i mash and mash and mash. suddenly I realise its tuna. and i realised how stupid i am.&lt;br /&gt;19.I just realised not long ago i got OCPD&lt;br /&gt;20.Forget it. 25 is too many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-3386085632668574890?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3386085632668574890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/04/25-random-things-maybe-20-or-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3386085632668574890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3386085632668574890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/04/25-random-things-maybe-20-or-19.html' title='25 Random things! maybe 20 or 19.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7221539463318870746</id><published>2010-04-09T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:14:53.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If all you want is attention,</title><content type='html'>If all you want is attention, take it.&lt;br /&gt;I need no such attention.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I have to compete with you for that.&lt;br /&gt;Up till now you still seek attention,&lt;br /&gt;Still see others as below you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no point in having all those attention.&lt;br /&gt;You are shallow.&lt;br /&gt;Yet till now you still can't identify your problem.&lt;br /&gt;Despite many hints. You treat it as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've changed, too much.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you again?&lt;br /&gt;You are no longer the one I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7221539463318870746?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7221539463318870746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-all-you-want-is-attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7221539463318870746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7221539463318870746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-all-you-want-is-attention.html' title='If all you want is attention,'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-66890807767872438</id><published>2010-04-07T06:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T06:42:41.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I've never ever met you at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-66890807767872438?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/66890807767872438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/04/wish-ive-never-ever-met-you-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/66890807767872438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/66890807767872438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/04/wish-ive-never-ever-met-you-at-all.html' title='Wish I&apos;ve never ever met you at all'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-2257537530925473179</id><published>2010-03-31T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:28:06.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been 4months.</title><content type='html'>Maybe, maybe I don't need you at all.&lt;br /&gt; Wishing that you will notice me.&lt;br /&gt;  But, It has been 4months.&lt;br /&gt;   Yet you know almost nothing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time you disappear.&lt;br /&gt; Its time I fly off.&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe, just maybe I deserve more than all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But up till now, &lt;br /&gt; You still do not know its you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, knowing it doesn't make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-2257537530925473179?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2257537530925473179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-has-been-4months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2257537530925473179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2257537530925473179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-has-been-4months.html' title='It has been 4months.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7346937552442497139</id><published>2010-03-22T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:04:54.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG,</title><content type='html'>Oh dear, I am in such terrible pain man.&lt;br /&gt;First, I sprained my leg and now my back is having such a serious ache.&lt;br /&gt;I keep feeling so damn cold, whenever it hurts my body starts feeling super cold.&lt;br /&gt;Cold like those you get when you are having a fever. ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I am dying of boredom. Everything is lifted off my mind to the point I am bored. No one to go out with or play with ahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, School sucks, I bet tomorrow when I return school I will say goodbye to my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7346937552442497139?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7346937552442497139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7346937552442497139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7346937552442497139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/omg.html' title='OMG,'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-974434074736973655</id><published>2010-03-15T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:58:37.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who?</title><content type='html'>Who will be there when I needed someone&lt;br /&gt;to comfort me, to hear my sorrows, &lt;br /&gt;to understand me &amp; talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people around me so unreal, &lt;br /&gt;is it just me being too emotional or &lt;br /&gt;its you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing for everything is just wrong&lt;br /&gt;wrong person, wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, am going back to my safe, protected,&lt;br /&gt;homely world. Where nothing can ever &lt;br /&gt;hurt me. But where is this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-974434074736973655?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/974434074736973655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/974434074736973655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/974434074736973655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/who.html' title='Who?'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-904022725326914867</id><published>2010-03-14T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:50:05.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S5vB2_pSrnI/AAAAAAAAABs/dLbPcIkrPEI/s400/4428262702_84505f1f3a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448161324776468082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be colourful, but now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusted you, believed everything you've said&lt;br /&gt;And you abused the trust I put in you.&lt;br /&gt;For now I know not who to trust.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you like this,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are friends? What is brother?&lt;br /&gt;I know not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;For now I see you in a different light&lt;br /&gt;You are not who I know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna face the world anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could live in this world without&lt;br /&gt;worries &amp; fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-904022725326914867?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/904022725326914867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/904022725326914867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/904022725326914867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/disappointment.html' title='disappointment'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S5vB2_pSrnI/AAAAAAAAABs/dLbPcIkrPEI/s72-c/4428262702_84505f1f3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-688619932361307154</id><published>2010-03-13T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:14:04.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very much concern about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always thinking of you here &amp; there but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never do you think of me or ask of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I still hang on but why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh at such,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such complicated problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-688619932361307154?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/688619932361307154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/very-much-concern-about-you-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/688619932361307154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/688619932361307154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/very-much-concern-about-you-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-2866889309362653713</id><published>2010-03-04T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:10:06.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S4-91-dwHOI/AAAAAAAAABg/iAe4Y7SrJ9A/s400/4208770380_797de0eb49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444779209512721634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish,&lt;br /&gt;I am the red in the rose, the flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;I wish,&lt;br /&gt;I am the gray in the ghost that hides with your clothes behind your closet door.&lt;br /&gt;I wish &lt;br /&gt;I am the green in the grass that bends back from underneath your feet.&lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;I am the blue in your back alley view where the horizon and the rooftops meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-2866889309362653713?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2866889309362653713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2866889309362653713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2866889309362653713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/you.html' title='You,'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S4-91-dwHOI/AAAAAAAAABg/iAe4Y7SrJ9A/s72-c/4208770380_797de0eb49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-148277081730479828</id><published>2010-03-01T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:19:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see my life going down. I just don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;History is repeating itself and I don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone. Someone close, someone to guide me. Before I&lt;br /&gt;fall into darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before I step into the city of light. &lt;br /&gt;But it might be soon before I step out of the light.&lt;br /&gt;Such life, what to do? No, I don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with my life right now but something is still amiss.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Such complication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life this few days or weeks have been kinda bad. I'm rotting, decaying&lt;br /&gt;@ home. I feel so.... alone. I wish something will just happen. &lt;br /&gt;I really got nothing to blog about my life. It is always the same.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, school, home , sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the interesting life of mine? &lt;br /&gt;What is to come? sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-148277081730479828?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/148277081730479828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-see-my-life-going-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/148277081730479828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/148277081730479828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-see-my-life-going-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-8376104531480687494</id><published>2010-02-27T23:15:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T03:00:48.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S4k3aHVk_1I/AAAAAAAAABY/tEqlPLLV5Gs/s400/4385431598_dd1236b7ce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442942546439634770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such life, is it for us?&lt;br /&gt; Such pain, is it for us?&lt;br /&gt;  nevertheless we still have to carry on&lt;br /&gt; A life without pain&lt;br /&gt;Is like money without value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value this life&lt;br /&gt; You never know when it's over&lt;br /&gt;  For the end will never be known&lt;br /&gt; Live your life so that&lt;br /&gt;When you die, the world cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering are the pathway to blessing&lt;br /&gt; There are no shortcuts to heaven&lt;br /&gt;  only to hell&lt;br /&gt; Seek his face my friends,&lt;br /&gt;For victory in your life you need God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;&lt;font-size=0&gt;When will this pain &amp;amp; suffering go away&lt;/font color&gt;?&lt;/font-size=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-8376104531480687494?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/8376104531480687494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/such-life-is-it-for-us-such-pain-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/8376104531480687494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/8376104531480687494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/such-life-is-it-for-us-such-pain-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S4k3aHVk_1I/AAAAAAAAABY/tEqlPLLV5Gs/s72-c/4385431598_dd1236b7ce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7892732234638833526</id><published>2010-02-17T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:49:06.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S3wBTX4fKuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QeOL7tLJ6hw/s1600-h/3052165273_f91e7b1a3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S3wBTX4fKuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QeOL7tLJ6hw/s400/3052165273_f91e7b1a3d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439223882296797922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to fall &lt;br /&gt; I'm ready to crawl &lt;br /&gt;  On my knees to know it all &lt;br /&gt; I'm ready to heal &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7892732234638833526?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7892732234638833526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7892732234638833526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7892732234638833526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S3wBTX4fKuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QeOL7tLJ6hw/s72-c/3052165273_f91e7b1a3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-709815764293088281</id><published>2010-02-17T14:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:45:09.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S3uQESOiIUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DbaoWUyQZVQ/s1600-h/4361938377_2df457f5dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S3uQESOiIUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DbaoWUyQZVQ/s400/4361938377_2df457f5dd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439099378266677570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a long way to go. We never get to see the end, for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderfully made creatures with such intelligence&lt;br /&gt;But used in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;Once meant to be good but now..&lt;br /&gt;Why do these creatures corrupt themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions about ourselves &lt;br /&gt;yet non are answered&lt;br /&gt;Why? What? How? When? Where? &lt;br /&gt;yet the answer lies deep down in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down are the answers we never want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Answers that lead you into hatred, jealousy&lt;br /&gt;anger and sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wonderful creatures, &lt;br /&gt;Open up your eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;That this world is a deception&lt;br /&gt;It is bringing you to your own demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful place is waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;A place where everything is perfect&lt;br /&gt;and the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is worth the wait oh creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-709815764293088281?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/709815764293088281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/709815764293088281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/709815764293088281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWXyqPZulDE/S3uQESOiIUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DbaoWUyQZVQ/s72-c/4361938377_2df457f5dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7998369577519027759</id><published>2010-02-09T05:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:13:20.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those lips that Love's own hand did make&lt;br /&gt;Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'&lt;br /&gt;To me that languish'd for her sake;&lt;br /&gt;But when she saw my woeful state&lt;br /&gt;Straight in her heart did mercy come,&lt;br /&gt;Chiding that tongue that ever sweet&lt;br /&gt;Was used in giving gentle doom,&lt;br /&gt;And taught it thus anew to greet:&lt;br /&gt;'I hate' she alter'd with an end,&lt;br /&gt;That follow'd it as gentle day&lt;br /&gt;Doth follow night, who like a fiend&lt;br /&gt;From heaven to hell is flown away;&lt;br /&gt;'I hate' from hate away she threw,&lt;br /&gt;And saved my life, saying 'not you.'&lt;br /&gt;–William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this. So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Just posting for fun I guess...&lt;br /&gt;pardon me i am just so addicted to Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm OFFICIALLY 15! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO. I am still not happy with that age number.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate why. Gonna waste your time reading anyw!&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7998369577519027759?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7998369577519027759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/those-lips-that-loves-own-hand-did-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7998369577519027759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7998369577519027759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/those-lips-that-loves-own-hand-did-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-9054176620096343960</id><published>2010-02-08T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:36:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONDON CHOCOLATE ROLL</title><content type='html'>DO YOU PEOPLE KNOW HOW NICE THE LONDON CHOCOLATE ROLL IS ?!?&lt;br /&gt;Once you tried it, you"ll get addicted to it. I MEAN SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;I ate away like 20 of them already. 20! AT ONE SHOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is irresistible and unbelievably nice.&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait. I realize something. It is London pandan roll.&lt;br /&gt;not chocolate flavor. But THAT IS STILL NICE. *still same brand as chocolate roll"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after service, went out with Benson, Solomon, Bryan, Mavis &amp; Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;THEY got me this Topman shirt and they actually doodle on it!&lt;br /&gt;The front says "Hi I am Alvin" and a you know those funny show the "ahbengs"&lt;br /&gt;put the 2 heart and one arrow shoot through one!? And the back is...........&lt;br /&gt;KICK ME and their blessing. It is very nice but very.. hmm how to put it?&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous I will say. Imagine some naughty kids or "bengs and lians" &lt;br /&gt;walk over kick me how? Must add disclaimer. or add KICK ME &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the whole thing is great for me. You guys might think we only sat down and play boring games or v sian that kind of stuff but to me not at all. Spending some time with you people is a great thing already. Well I am one which prefer spending time with great people instead of some grand celebration anyw (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years and 5hour 44mins more from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:PS: it is PANDAN FLAVOR. For those who said london chocolate roll sucks.&lt;br /&gt;maybe teh chocolate one sucks. but pandan one is nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-9054176620096343960?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/9054176620096343960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/london-chocolate-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/9054176620096343960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/9054176620096343960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/london-chocolate-roll.html' title='LONDON CHOCOLATE ROLL'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-1679762280160654422</id><published>2010-02-01T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:27:26.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not a sin to be tempted</title><content type='html'>From Sunday sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never a sin to be tempted&lt;br /&gt;But it is a sin to give in to temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly do we have to do when we are tempted?&lt;br /&gt;There are two things you can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Fight!&lt;br /&gt;What exactly does it mean to fight?&lt;br /&gt;Pray &amp; tell Satan to go away.&lt;br /&gt;Resist the devil and he will flee from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Flee!&lt;br /&gt;When exactly do we flee?&lt;br /&gt;E.g 1 = anything related to sex.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't apply only on that.&lt;br /&gt;We can also flee from our source of sins.&lt;br /&gt;sources like computer and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ways to triumph over temptation.&lt;br /&gt;-Drive out self-satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;     Rely on God's Word&lt;br /&gt;Live on God's word instead of the&lt;br /&gt;things that this world gives. God's&lt;br /&gt;stuff is so much better than earth's&lt;br /&gt;stuff. Don't try to satisfy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy God. Do stuff that satisfy God,&lt;br /&gt;like quiet time!&lt;br /&gt;-Dethrone Self-Service&lt;br /&gt;     Review our worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dump self-significance&lt;br /&gt;     Realise our worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some question that was asked during the sermon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When during the week are you tempted the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What time of the day are you tempted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Where are you when you are tempted the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Who are you with when you are tempted the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What type of sins are you tempted to commit the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.How do you feel right before you sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Why does this sin give you what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What could you do to break this pattern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Fight and flee from all these sins and &lt;br /&gt;don't be foolish and run into them. I do&lt;br /&gt;not have the answer to whatever your question&lt;br /&gt;in this post cause the answer&lt;br /&gt;lies in God and yourself, not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-1679762280160654422?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1679762280160654422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-not-sin-to-be-tempted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1679762280160654422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1679762280160654422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-not-sin-to-be-tempted.html' title='It is not a sin to be tempted'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-5779249770568227757</id><published>2010-01-30T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:03:03.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;what do you beget from sins?&lt;br /&gt;eternal death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we give in to sins&lt;br /&gt;but hardly to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we run to sins&lt;br /&gt;But never do we run towards God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we find it so hard to abandon sins&lt;br /&gt;But so easy to abandon and run away from God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple, we've never placed God as our purpose in life&lt;br /&gt;nor as our priority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The blessing we can receive from God is so much greater than&lt;br /&gt;that pleasure or whatever you get from sinning. God's&lt;br /&gt;plan is so great and filled with unlimited blessing&lt;br /&gt;that you can enjoy it forever but you simply choose &lt;br /&gt;sin over God's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All of us are going through major changes in our lives&lt;br /&gt;and some dislike it. But remember, God is molding you.&lt;br /&gt;We are like going through pregnancy. We are enduring&lt;br /&gt;the pain and the hardship to know that at the end,&lt;br /&gt;something is born. We are right now in that period of&lt;br /&gt;pregnancy. The greater the outcome, the longer the hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Turn back now before you are completely blinded by darkness.&lt;br /&gt;You would really prefer God's love instead of God's wrath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-5779249770568227757?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5779249770568227757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brothers-and-sisters-what-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/5779249770568227757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/5779249770568227757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brothers-and-sisters-what-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7855912824660797954</id><published>2010-01-30T14:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:21:48.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumbling Pillars?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you my brothers&lt;br /&gt;Pillars of this cell&lt;br /&gt;As one we grow &lt;br /&gt;As one we fall&lt;br /&gt;Anger, Pride, Fame, Recognition&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter&lt;br /&gt;As compared to love&lt;br /&gt;Between  you and me&lt;br /&gt;Every lie you say&lt;br /&gt;Every misdeed you do&lt;br /&gt;Every time you flare up&lt;br /&gt;You gripped my heart&lt;br /&gt;Left in your hands&lt;br /&gt;The day you were born in Christ&lt;br /&gt;But why&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this&lt;br /&gt;The lord died on the cross &lt;br /&gt;So that you could love&lt;br /&gt;But your actions&lt;br /&gt;They don’t seem to show&lt;br /&gt;And to my Brother&lt;br /&gt;The road to fame&lt;br /&gt;It seems to you&lt;br /&gt;A very promising one&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you&lt;br /&gt;The road to death&lt;br /&gt;Is what that is&lt;br /&gt;Tears uncontrollably roll down&lt;br /&gt;To see your loved one&lt;br /&gt;Trudge in that quicksand&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of coming danger&lt;br /&gt;Our hand are stretched forth&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the time&lt;br /&gt;The time you turn back&lt;br /&gt;And reach forth to us&lt;br /&gt;I do hope you all realise&lt;br /&gt;Whatever we all did&lt;br /&gt;It’s crumbling the pillars&lt;br /&gt;Corroding away our efforts&lt;br /&gt;To love those around&lt;br /&gt;A house united on the front&lt;br /&gt;But crumbling on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Will never succeed&lt;br /&gt;But a house united in the inside&lt;br /&gt;Though tattered on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Will tide through times&lt;br /&gt;Of hardship and discipline&lt;br /&gt;With joy and comfort&lt;br /&gt;For God’s love abounds&lt;br /&gt;What I really wish for:&lt;br /&gt;To always be A PART,&lt;br /&gt;And  never be  APART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7855912824660797954?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7855912824660797954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/crumbling-pillars_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7855912824660797954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7855912824660797954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/crumbling-pillars_30.html' title='Crumbling Pillars?'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-560557307208085836</id><published>2010-01-30T14:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:35:04.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumbling Pillars? ( Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a New Year whereby flowerbeds should be blooming and children running around, enjoying the summer sun- perfect scenes of bliss and joy everywhere. But dark clouds seemed to be looming over us all in this season. Problems after problems, events after events, everyone is worn out physically and mentally, but not spiritually I believe. Seriously speaking, I am very disappointed in our behaviour and our attitude. Personally I confess, well I have not been really active among the cell lately but I promise to change and really bond with you all once again. I look at the way we are handling things, the way we are communicating and it just saddens me to say it seems as if we are really dead. Nothing is improving, in fact things are just getting worse for some of us. Can we really get back to what we used to be and move on from there? I think to myself, all the sleepless nights. What bothers me the most is that we are not opening up to one another and doing what god is telling us to do. Forget about Project X if we cannot even consolidate our own cell brothers and sisters.  How do we even go out when we ourselves are not even united as one. God says love your neighbour as yourself and we are already on the verge of giving up loving our spiritual family. This is not targeted at anyone in specific but to all of you. Complaining and grumbling, what we do more nowadays. It is understandable that we all have our own problems and here comes another problem. We feel tired and after so many rounds of effort put in. Nothing is happening and we start to lose hope. But I want to ask you, what does love mean? Love is when you put others before yourself and care for another’s interest first. It’s about commitment. Don’t say I want to lead a cell or rise up to a certain position when we cannot even settle our own problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, my brother I ask. Do you remember the day you and I talked in Gameslab around dinner time? Do you remember what I say. What I might say after this might sound real disheartening to you but my aim is that you learn and move on from it, not wallow in regret or self-pity. Stand up and be a real man. Move on.  Emotions and pride get the better of you and you lose control, only to regret and find your soul in tatters later. This has been said to you many times, but this is the last time I will be saying this to you. I hope you really take it to heart and not waste your time off reading this. Pride is something that is a stronghold in your life. You cannot take it when someone treats you in a despising manner and that urge to settle things take over. It is hard I would say but there is God for you. Why take things upon yourself and just for that moment of wrath and fury do something that might cause you more trouble in the end. God told us to be humble and to love those around us. So live your life through God and for God and you will see God miracles in your life. Whenever things happen, seek god first and turn away. Don’t think it is hum-ji or what. It is being smart and most importantly, following God instruction to you. Those people who call you names or what, bless them that they may come to know the great God you know one day. A friend made is always better than an enemy made. I really want to help you, but sometimes I just look at you and there is this stone barrier around your heart. Nothing gets in and nothings get out to us. There is nothing we can do if you keep to yourself. In the end , you will just get hurt emotionally and mentally. Everytime you get hurt or something happens in life. We all worry, you are our brother and we are committed to help you grow. We move as one. When you fall, we fall too. When you cry, our hearts ache too. So help us to help you. We see changes in you already so keep it up, my Brother. Let us all walk the rest of our lives with God together.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you my brothers, be it in the future or present. Gaining fame and recognition through gangs and societies is something you  might feel it is cool. I tell you here and now, stop this, pardon me , F***ing  idea of yours now. Dun even let that get to your head if it has not started. You think those means of rising through the ranks is something you can mess with. Think again. Getting whacked  regularly, changing GFs like clothes and paying for meals – you think this is going to get you recognition. Yea. You get recognition, recognition as a mobile atm and punching bag. You think they treat you as like good friends and brothers but you try it yourself. Get yourself into deep shit trouble like a gang fight. Then see if they are willing to fight for you. You think being in a gang is so high and mighty. Have you thought of those who care for you, your parents, your friends and God? What happens if something happen to you. Are you prepared to get caught by the police in a gang fight or smoking? Are you willing or are you able to take a knife and hack someone? Dun just talk talk i hack you then you know, this kind of bullshit. Can you really do it? I am begging you, stop before it is too late. How broken would you parent be, they slog their ass off to raise you up only to see you falling into murky waters? You think it is fun having all this friends. But look back all this time, spending so much time together. what exactly have you learned. Lying? Smoking? Drinking? Fighting? Nothing? If you feel that spending time with your friends would bring you fame, What you spending time with the almighty God bring? Your Heart is pure, I sincerely believe in that. It is just that you are blinded and heading in the wrong  highway and not the highway of God. The next u-turn Exit is now, it’s your choice. I know it’s hard to change immediately but as long as you change we will be with you, waiting for you to turn back. God is waiting for you too. Please don’t carry on till the last day of your life and you look back. What have I done all my life besides wasting it away.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you my brother, whom ever it may concern. Life in the New Year might suck for you currently and you feel you are being neglected and not being where you should be, where you feel you can be of a greater use but I say to you. God says he has plans for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. So fret not, wherever you may be or wherever you are, that is god’s plans for you. So shine wherever you may be, for that is God’s place for you and he will guide you along. Do not let the spirit of rejection or depression affect you. I feel for you but there is nothing much I can do for you. Seek God and ask him what his purpose was for you in wherever you are. We are but humans , God sees the whole picture and end in mind. Keep faith and press on. Sometimes in life, we feel like giving up . We have put in so much effort but nothing is being changed. Well, it maybe be due to the fact that the time is not ripe yet, but be assured God is working among us. We have problems of our own but often you set aside your problems and help out the rest first, going out of your norm to comfort others, I applaud you for that. But over time, you are worn out with scars, scars from your battle and other’s battles. Others have achieved victory but your battles are not over but they are in distant lands, never knowing when they may be a threat again. It’s time to take a rest and face your battles, this time you are the general and we your officers, you have helped us and now we want to help you face all this. You are not alone, Brother. You can do it. JIAYOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, some more  brothers of mine, life has not been smooth for you too. Overwhelming studies and family circumstances. Fine young men,  writers, thinkers and someone who is really matured, impacting my life, but no one is perfect, you have your own addictions too and worldly temptations do affect you too. Well, most of us have been through that stage and we know how hard it is like to stop. It’s not something that you snap your fingers and it’s gone forever. It requires self-discipline and perseverance. Discipline was never a joy to begin with, be it detentions or caning. Self-discipline is much harder than that. It’s about doing the right things at the right time even when there is no one around. The devil tempts you time and time again. You resist and you fight back, but over time the fight get harder and the devil seems to get stronger and stronger and you give in. I shall be frank. We are all guys. If you tell me a guy has never masturbate or watch porn in his whole life, only one guy has done that and he is god. Guys have diff temptations be it gambling, smoking or sexual sins. And it  is really hard for us to get rid of this temptations.But don’t give yourself excuses or reasons, It’s something you have to face before it snowballs in to something worse, Drug addict or compulsive gambler or even a rapist. I don’t want to see any of my brothers on that path. You may say it is within control and stuff like that. But that’s bullshit and you know it. There has to be a reason for all this things you are doing. Find out the root of the problem and and take it to God. Surrender it to him. This does not mean, oh I have surrendered it to God, now anything that happens is God’s problem, not mine. No. That is not the case, when you surrender the problem to God, it means that you acknowledged his power over your life believing that God has a way out for you and you persevere through these temptations because now you are not alone. God is fighting alongside with you and you will emerge victorious. May God  be with all of you in your fight against temptations.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have wrote quite an amount this time and I hope that all my brothers who has read this post would have been touched by God and really change for the better. I am really praying for that. Lets us all get out of this crumbling situation and reinforced one another’s pillars again. Let us tide through this time of hardship together with faith, perseverance and love for one another. To those you have read this post. I hope God has touched you in some way or another too.  God bless all of you and may everyone enjoy God’s blessings in this year of multiplication.&lt;br /&gt;    Let us forget the past and move on from here, for the multitudes, for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-560557307208085836?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/560557307208085836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/crumbling-pillars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/560557307208085836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/560557307208085836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/crumbling-pillars.html' title='Crumbling Pillars? ( Part 2)'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7564333550741178903</id><published>2010-01-29T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:06:18.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a world&lt;br /&gt;Free of peace&lt;br /&gt;where people have been consumed by hate&lt;br /&gt;that is, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a corrupt world&lt;br /&gt;one you have not seen&lt;br /&gt;one that tears itself apart&lt;br /&gt;with its inhabitants, ever so unclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world of jealousy and Pride&lt;br /&gt;Lust, Greed&lt;br /&gt;A world of Wrath and sin&lt;br /&gt;A one Where everyone bleeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain and suffering&lt;br /&gt;is all around&lt;br /&gt;Justice is corrupt&lt;br /&gt;a world where Hope for the Weak&lt;br /&gt;cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However as i wake up and i come to see&lt;br /&gt;the world we live in &lt;br /&gt;might just come to be&lt;br /&gt;The one i have dreamed of over and over,&lt;br /&gt;reveal itself&lt;br /&gt;right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, we are heading into&lt;br /&gt;Our own demise&lt;br /&gt;at the rate we are going&lt;br /&gt;it could happen in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets all play our Part&lt;br /&gt;to stop this from happening&lt;br /&gt;pass this message along&lt;br /&gt;Be Kind. And start smiling(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes i know the post is like shit today but a good poem is hard to come by, from me at least(:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7564333550741178903?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7564333550741178903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dream-i-dream-of-world-free-of-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7564333550741178903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7564333550741178903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dream-i-dream-of-world-free-of-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-2127897333375845666</id><published>2010-01-28T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:22:32.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have done today&lt;br /&gt;It truly saddens me&lt;br /&gt;to see someone such as yourself&lt;br /&gt;get so Angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over something like that&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Because he wronged himself?&lt;br /&gt;or was it sickening to listen to him lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless the answer&lt;br /&gt;i do not care&lt;br /&gt;Has your father not, and i speak the truth&lt;br /&gt;told you to love your neighbours &lt;br /&gt;as he loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i say this to you now,&lt;br /&gt;look over your heart again tonight,&lt;br /&gt;and know that what you have done&lt;br /&gt;is simply not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, &lt;br /&gt;the one who disregards us&lt;br /&gt;as your brothers in christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you &lt;br /&gt;What you've done&lt;br /&gt;Does what we offer, Not suffice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you see&lt;br /&gt;how empty&lt;br /&gt;the path you walk now&lt;br /&gt;turns out to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking for you&lt;br /&gt;to change your mind&lt;br /&gt;to just turn right round&lt;br /&gt;and to be ever so blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to see,&lt;br /&gt;how great a life&lt;br /&gt;with Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;really can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not asking for change right now&lt;br /&gt;or anytime soon as a matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to choose wisely&lt;br /&gt;before your life goes flat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-2127897333375845666?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2127897333375845666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brother-what-you-have-done-today-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2127897333375845666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2127897333375845666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brother-what-you-have-done-today-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-3154797453169044970</id><published>2010-01-28T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:48:04.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What on earth are we here for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It All Starts with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For everything, absolutely everything,&lt;br /&gt;above and below, visible and invisible,...&lt;br /&gt;everything got started in him and&lt;br /&gt;finds its purpose in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's not about you.&lt;br /&gt;  The purpose of life is far greater than your own personal&lt;br /&gt;fulfillment, your peace of mind, or even your happiness. It's far&lt;br /&gt;greater than your family, your career, or even your wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;and ambitions. If you want to know why you were placed on this&lt;br /&gt;planet, you must begin with God. You were born &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; his purpose.&lt;br /&gt;  The search for this purpose of life has puzzled people for&lt;br /&gt;thousands of years. That's because we typically being at the&lt;br /&gt;wrong starting point---ourselves. We ask self-centered questions&lt;br /&gt;like What do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; want to be? What should &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; do with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; life? What&lt;br /&gt;are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; goals, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; ambitions, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; dreams for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; future? But&lt;br /&gt;focusing on ourselves will never reveal our life's purpose. The&lt;br /&gt;Bible says, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It is God who directs the lives of his creatures; everyone's life is in his power"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Many popular books, movies, and seminars tell you, you won't discover your life's meaning by looking withing yourself. You've probably tried that already. You didn't &lt;br /&gt;create yourself, so there is no way you can tell yourself what you were created for!&lt;br /&gt;If I give you something you had never seen or use before, you wouldn't know its purpose or function. Only the creator or the owner's manual could reveal its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were made by God and for God---and until you understand that, life will never make sense. The easiest way to discover the purpose of life is to ask the creator, which is God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-3154797453169044970?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3154797453169044970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-on-earth-are-we-here-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3154797453169044970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3154797453169044970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-on-earth-are-we-here-for.html' title='What on earth are we here for?'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-6468943735384692715</id><published>2010-01-28T05:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:42:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet something is still troubling me deep within</title><content type='html'>Very strange feeling this is.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling so troublesome&lt;br /&gt;Never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;And......&lt;br /&gt;Something is stirring up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Something that mere words cannot define.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Maybe you can define it but w/e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;Once a week is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it to go for &lt;br /&gt;Someone or something impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Oh never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-6468943735384692715?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6468943735384692715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/yet-something-is-still-troubling-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/6468943735384692715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/6468943735384692715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/yet-something-is-still-troubling-me.html' title='Yet something is still troubling me deep within'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-3557598222013337219</id><published>2010-01-28T05:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:16:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter of appreciation.</title><content type='html'>You people will be wondering who this is to&lt;br /&gt;and I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;It is for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back of my life and I realised how &lt;br /&gt;God transformed and saved a&lt;br /&gt;wretch like me. Provided me love and care&lt;br /&gt;and removed the loneliness from my life.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed me with great people around.&lt;br /&gt;I can never imagine where I will be or&lt;br /&gt;what I will become without God in my life&lt;br /&gt;O'Lord Jesus christ. I thank you for saving&lt;br /&gt;me. Provided for me and freedom from sin.&lt;br /&gt;This might not be some letter of great phrases &lt;br /&gt;and stuff like that. But it is genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-3557598222013337219?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3557598222013337219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter-of-appreciation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3557598222013337219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3557598222013337219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/letter-of-appreciation.html' title='A letter of appreciation.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-5927220504933045642</id><published>2010-01-26T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:34:25.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.?</title><content type='html'>Vrooooooooooooom. Time passed so quickly&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of is....&lt;br /&gt;Nothing or is it?&lt;br /&gt;Am so lost but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Silently wait and&lt;br /&gt;Slowly rot&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahaha and lost aren't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-5927220504933045642?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5927220504933045642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/5927220504933045642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/5927220504933045642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmm.html' title='hmm.?'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-7329655437564490100</id><published>2010-01-25T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:43:44.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed.</title><content type='html'>Something that shouldn't come at all came back or should I say an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been in my life for quite awhile and all of a sudden it came back.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get rid of before I sink deeper into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like finally something is happening to me gah. &lt;br /&gt;Ouch, I don't wanna feel.&lt;br /&gt;Vexed over it gah. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants it but not for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either this is for real or just some crap&lt;br /&gt;time will tell but I know the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a crap post just ignore. yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-7329655437564490100?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/7329655437564490100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7329655437564490100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/7329655437564490100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/screwed.html' title='Screwed.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-1230061817222375974</id><published>2010-01-25T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:09:58.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great day at ECP</title><content type='html'>I am growing so attached to ECP.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it. So many memories&lt;br /&gt;and today it just added in more.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but shed tears &lt;br /&gt;while I think back of my life&lt;br /&gt;What a wasted childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this, You &amp; your loved &lt;br /&gt;ones go to the beach or have a&lt;br /&gt;picnic near the beach isn't it &lt;br /&gt;the ideal thing to do? What &lt;br /&gt;could be better then spending&lt;br /&gt;time with your loved ones at &lt;br /&gt;the beach? Unfortunately I am&lt;br /&gt;one which never had the chance&lt;br /&gt;to experience that warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I managed to be part of this&lt;br /&gt;celebration which really give me&lt;br /&gt;the warmth and stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;even though the main character&lt;br /&gt;is not me. I can't help but&lt;br /&gt;really think back and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Why is my childhood like that?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I have this ideal &lt;br /&gt;picnic by the beach or fly kite&lt;br /&gt;or anything like that ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know what you people&lt;br /&gt;are thinking. *certain people*&lt;br /&gt;crying is gay and stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have their own weak spot&lt;br /&gt;and I just cant help it but blog this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This could be one of the only past I will ever post on the blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah thanks to whoever reading my &lt;br /&gt;crappy post yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-1230061817222375974?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/1230061817222375974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-day-at-ecp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1230061817222375974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/1230061817222375974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-day-at-ecp.html' title='A great day at ECP'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-4877032465546214550</id><published>2010-01-24T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:09:58.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some motivation!</title><content type='html'>What else can I say? YAY SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty well for &lt;br /&gt;now I guess. School started and&lt;br /&gt;everybody's problem is surfacing&lt;br /&gt;it shouldn't be this way! But I&lt;br /&gt;guess God is putting our faith&lt;br /&gt;to test. -When the night seems&lt;br /&gt;to be the darkest, it means that&lt;br /&gt;the sun will soon rise up! Press on!&lt;br /&gt;We are going through pain and trial &lt;br /&gt;to give birth into something marvelous&lt;br /&gt;something God has planned already for us&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for later man! Like FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;it is Sunday! A great day for fun and &lt;br /&gt;entertainment. Do you people need some&lt;br /&gt;enjoyment? If yes, I shall give you &lt;br /&gt;the place full of craps and it is dam&lt;br /&gt;funny. borntobeyourtaoeh.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;a place u must visit! Goodbye peeps.&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-4877032465546214550?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4877032465546214550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-some-motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/4877032465546214550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/4877032465546214550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-some-motivation.html' title='I need some motivation!'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-3446848688556094333</id><published>2010-01-21T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:09:58.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention of people.</title><content type='html'>Hellos! I shall start now! Shall not drag anymore.&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say? Everyone desire for attention.&lt;br /&gt;Attention of people. Can you imagine what people&lt;br /&gt;will do to get that mere attention from you?&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why do people seek attention so much?&lt;br /&gt;Mainly due to the reason of being self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;We care too much how other people think of us.&lt;br /&gt;It is human's nature that we seek attention.&lt;br /&gt;Think back or look at babies or young kids&lt;br /&gt;They cry and scream and what is it for? Attention.&lt;br /&gt;Why do US even when we grow up still seek attention?&lt;br /&gt;this is a trick question go look up and you will &lt;br /&gt;realised I already said why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay continue from here. Do you people realized &lt;br /&gt;what are the consequences of just trying to do&lt;br /&gt;some funny stuff to seek attention?&lt;br /&gt;1. It can demoralize the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask? people will be so sad like&lt;br /&gt;why is this happening to him and not me?&lt;br /&gt;just by being someone you are not or&lt;br /&gt;pretending something that is not happening&lt;br /&gt;to you at all to you.&lt;br /&gt;2. You are just living in self-denial.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying so hard to be someone&lt;br /&gt;you are not? Slowly after "acting" for&lt;br /&gt;quite awhile you believe that u are really &lt;br /&gt;that person when you are not.&lt;br /&gt;3.How many lies have you told to be in this "you"?&lt;br /&gt;How many times did u lied when u are trying to be&lt;br /&gt;someone you are not? How many times have u been&lt;br /&gt;close to being expose and quickly make up a lie&lt;br /&gt;to cover up for it?&lt;br /&gt;4.You may lose friends.&lt;br /&gt;When people realised that you are trying be be&lt;br /&gt;someone you are not they may just get pissed &lt;br /&gt;at your behavior and that is goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is different from being unable to open up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do it for the sake of having friends, just be yourself&lt;br /&gt;Friends accept who you are. If they don't, they are not your&lt;br /&gt;friend at all. That its for now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-3446848688556094333?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3446848688556094333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/attention-of-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3446848688556094333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3446848688556094333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/attention-of-people.html' title='Attention of people.'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-2533955954114838075</id><published>2010-01-21T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:09:58.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better post more to bring attention away from the previous post</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to every success there is a failure, &lt;br /&gt;to every failure there is a lesson learned, &lt;br /&gt;and to every lesson learned there is a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop posting weird stuff to scare Benson already.&lt;br /&gt;(9:01 PM) Benson: your video is incredibly disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;(9:18 PM) Alvin`: LOL &lt;br /&gt;(9:19 PM) Benson: i am put off taking RISks for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I said WATCH AT YOUR OWN RISK!&lt;br /&gt;But still you people should watch! I shall not elaborate much.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday to come. Although it is just the romans&lt;br /&gt;talk, but I got this feeling stirring inside of me right now&lt;br /&gt;making me hunger for that. Maybe it is due to the boring days&lt;br /&gt;I am going through right now or maybe God is at work! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to start looking forward to school now..&lt;br /&gt;or the bad habit might just come back. My fuel is running out&lt;br /&gt;already. I need something to keep me going to school. &lt;br /&gt;I need to do well this year. Can't go back to the old ways..&lt;br /&gt;Temptations are slowly coming back and I am afraid I will&lt;br /&gt;succumb into temptations once again. I need to make the &lt;br /&gt;Right choices. Well I shall get going now, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I feel so emo posting this. LOL ok ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-2533955954114838075?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2533955954114838075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/better-post-more-to-bring-attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2533955954114838075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2533955954114838075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/better-post-more-to-bring-attention.html' title='Better post more to bring attention away from the previous post'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-2796510939292584414</id><published>2010-01-20T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:09:58.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI! I AM SUPER BORED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuqx-MzFKGc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/uuqx-MzFKGc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video which is hilarious and omgoodnesswtheckbbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watch at your own risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a parody of the music video three by britney spears.&lt;br /&gt;Really you guys should watch, at your own risk. But first,&lt;br /&gt;I want to salute those people who acted in that video.&lt;br /&gt;They are really out to make us laugh and look at the&lt;br /&gt;stuff they do. Do any of you dare to do that? &lt;br /&gt;I admit it is kinda wrong.. but it is funny!&lt;br /&gt;You guys should watch but watch at your own risk&lt;br /&gt;notice how i focus on "watch at your own risk"?&lt;br /&gt;for safety reasons. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-2796510939292584414?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/2796510939292584414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-i-am-super-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2796510939292584414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/2796510939292584414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-i-am-super-bored.html' title='HI! I AM SUPER BORED!'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-6519044039002997710</id><published>2010-01-20T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:09:58.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you were born</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when you were born, &lt;br /&gt;you cried and the world rejoices. &lt;br /&gt;live your life so that when you die, &lt;br /&gt;the world cries and you rejoice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might find this familiar as &lt;br /&gt;I have shared this on Facebook before&lt;br /&gt;but I feel that I should post on my blog&lt;br /&gt;and therefore increasing chance that &lt;br /&gt;more people will get to know this&lt;br /&gt;and got inspired by this to do better.&lt;br /&gt;Now.... I am like super free. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone bored and wanna hang out or smth?&lt;br /&gt;GET ME OUTTA MY HOUSE I WILL LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;or if you don't want the love also can&lt;br /&gt;BUT JUST GET ME OUT OF MY HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;I shall turn in now. getting late.&lt;br /&gt;Bye and thanks for reading such a stupid post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-6519044039002997710?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/6519044039002997710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-were-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/6519044039002997710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/6519044039002997710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-were-born.html' title='When you were born'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-5429665520844884356</id><published>2010-01-20T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:09:58.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day to blog</title><content type='html'>What else can i say? a "wonderful" day to blog?&lt;br /&gt;Like what Joshua said he look forward to Sunday&lt;br /&gt;and Friday which is happening to me too. Everyday&lt;br /&gt;is getting more and more boring. AND OH YEAH&lt;br /&gt;I got my contact lens! quite a hassle to put&lt;br /&gt;them on tho. If only my eyesight is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. And Mavis can be so cunning... or&lt;br /&gt;smart &lt; she put it this way so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood Solomon's meaning of&lt;br /&gt;You better be prepared. Took me quite &lt;br /&gt;awhile to guess Mavis's favorite colour&lt;br /&gt;and in the end.... I still have yet to get&lt;br /&gt;the answer! Well pray for me for my school&lt;br /&gt;days. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is calmness to a life lived &lt;br /&gt;in gratitude, a quiet joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-5429665520844884356?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/5429665520844884356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-day-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/5429665520844884356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/5429665520844884356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-day-to-blog.html' title='What a day to blog'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-3631814991247457587</id><published>2010-01-19T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:09:58.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPICE, I NEED SOME SPICE IN LIFE</title><content type='html'>I am utterly disappointed with my life.&lt;br /&gt;It is super super boring. I believe quite a few&lt;br /&gt;of you are feeling this way. But life isn't&lt;br /&gt;just about having fun. We should all rise&lt;br /&gt;up and be somebody if we are nobody.&lt;br /&gt;Put aside all hatred and forgive everyone&lt;br /&gt;and we will be able to enjoy peace.&lt;br /&gt;How can we be at peace if we keep the&lt;br /&gt;hatred in our mind? With hatred of that&lt;br /&gt;person in our head, all we can think of&lt;br /&gt;is all the negative things about him.&lt;br /&gt;I got no idea why i am posting this.&lt;br /&gt;But if you have someone whom you &lt;br /&gt;have yet to forgive in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;forgive him/her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-3631814991247457587?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/3631814991247457587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/spice-i-need-some-spice-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3631814991247457587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/3631814991247457587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/spice-i-need-some-spice-in-life.html' title='SPICE, I NEED SOME SPICE IN LIFE'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2073540678039603631.post-4562174141859677148</id><published>2010-01-18T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:09:58.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brand new start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;WARNING. BORING AND LAME POST ALERT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably one of the most shocking things that you guys will realize.&lt;br /&gt;I BLOGGED. HOW..... weird is that. &lt;br /&gt;I decided that instead of wasting my time away sitting in front of the computer doing nothing, i mean &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I should start to do something more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Quite reluctant to blog at first but after spending like quite sometime to find something to do, I ended up with nothing. &lt;br /&gt;SO... I am stuck with blogging. I doubt my blog will be as interesting as other blogs you have read. &lt;br /&gt;My life is getting from bad to worse. School's boring after school is even more boring. &lt;br /&gt;Since I made a blog i should keep it alive. &lt;br /&gt;BUT FIRST, FOR THE PEOPLE WHO KNOW ME, PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR LINK SO I CAN LINK YOU. I"ll try not to do a post like "today went school, school was fun. after school meet so and so and then after that bus home the end." &lt;br /&gt;I TRY NOT TO. I"ll try and find something.... something interesting to blog everyday. &lt;br /&gt;*hint* make my life interesting then what you people will be able to read will be interesting. well THAT is that. quite hard to think of something to blog and i find this post extremely.. boring.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2073540678039603631-4562174141859677148?l=prestige-delusions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/feeds/4562174141859677148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/4562174141859677148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2073540678039603631/posts/default/4562174141859677148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prestige-delusions.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-start.html' title='A brand new start?'/><author><name>Alvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12856115587843532015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
