<?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-14332748</id><updated>2012-02-22T02:17:21.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, My story</title><subtitle type='html'>是誰說藍色就等於憂傷 你看看天空和海洋</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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>549</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14332748.post-6837436131781172363</id><published>2012-02-17T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T06:09:03.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisation</title><content type='html'>Something I realized recently. I've changed, alot. Since what happened on cny eve. No longer do I long to be in a relationship. I'm actually feeling happy with what I have now. Freedom, not having to talk to other girls while feeling being controlled. At least I'm not my room-mate who's controlled by his gf. Every move, every action, every word that comes out of my mouth belongs to me, and no one else. And I'm happy with that. I'm actually happy being single. Not once in the past 23 years did I ever think I would be happy being single. O well, probably didn't have this problem when I was still in primary school, but can't be bothered with remembering since when did I actually feel that I needed someone to be there for me. All this while, my parents were there, my family was there, my friends were there, I failed to see. When all I needed was someone to talk to, when all that I needed was right infront of me, I chose to push them away, looking for that one person, when there were so many people out there who are important to me. So to all the friends I've pushed aside for the past 23 years, I'm sorry. I will treasure everyone in my life from now on. No longer is the one important. Even if I do not find the one, at least the one person that will feel happy from living a life like that would be me. At least, now I can still enjoy talking to people I love talking to. Treasure Friends. Treasure your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s, hmmm, i shld write something like this on a postcard to send to myself and to remind me of the last 5 words in that paragraph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6837436131781172363?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6837436131781172363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6837436131781172363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6837436131781172363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6837436131781172363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2012/02/realisation.html' title='Realisation'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-229750909416476292</id><published>2012-02-13T06:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T06:46:38.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first post in a long while</title><content type='html'>It seems so long from the last time I talked to her. Perhaps I've gotten over it already, or perhaps I've simply just buried the feelings away? Not seeing her at all does help in a way, but somehow, its just the feeling that deep down there, there's still something for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, alot of shit-stirring going on in Finland, especially during the Sweden trip. Not like I'm bothered by it, just joining in the fun, even if i'm one of the party that's kenna stirred. Doesn't really matter to me, since I've already thought of how I don't wanna get into a relationship anymore. Not even try, so yeah, I really don't care what people say, or how people feel. Stir whatever you want, it doesn't really matter, cuz the things that really matter have long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to keep a positive attitude ever since that day. Telling myself to be awesome everyday, to not be tied down by things. But it kinda broke tonight. Not because of the planning of the UK trip, its really easy, even though the bookings are tough, but I still feel alright with it. What really bothered me was when I was trying to plan for the Liverpool part of the trip. For the years from sec 4 up till the my 1st year in NUS, the only person I wanted to go to Anfield with was this girl. Not that the girl matters to me anymore, I've already gotten over her. What really bothered me was of going Anfield alone. How ironic when the club badge reads "You'll Never Walk Alone", and I'm facing the prospect of going Anfield alone. Well, at the very least I'm going to a place which I've longed to go since secondary school days. I just hope that the places I want to go in the future, won't end up with me having to visit the places by myself again. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's probably the reason why I don't feel like going Paris. Cuz it was a place I wanted to go with her, or at least, go for her. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in almost 3 weeks, tears are welling up in my eyes. How long can this self-denial of being happy last? I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-229750909416476292?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/229750909416476292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=229750909416476292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/229750909416476292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/229750909416476292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2012/02/first-post-in-long-while.html' title='first post in a long while'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7491372763787946050</id><published>2012-01-22T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:44:48.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i dumb or what</title><content type='html'>you saw this coming didn't you? you knew it would end like this, yet you pretended that everything will turn out just fine when you get back. You just knew it would end like this. When i say you, i'm actually talking to myself. SO fuck you, dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you even think that pretending to be smiling will be able to cover up ur sadness, you're so damn right. But what it does is only cover up the sadness on your face, deep down there u're still hurt, but u just dun wanna show it to anyone. You're weak in that sense, never wanting to show ppl how u truly feel. Perhaps, if you were not this weak and actually showed people your true emotions, you wouldn't feel so fucked up right now. You wouldn't even be crying while typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what great timing. CNY eve? i knew it would happen, but not today please. As if the feeling of being away from the family on this day is not enough, you had to make it worse. I'm not blaming you for anything. I'm the one to blame, for holding on to something that I knew just wouldn't work out. Yet I still hung on. So what did I get out of it in the end? An experience? Or a sad chapter to add to my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun even know whether its my strength that will bring me through this, to get over you. Or would it be my weakness to succumb to fate, or destiny, whatever you call it. No matter how hard I fight against it, it just comes back to haunt me. Some things will stay the same no matter how hard you try to change it. I tried to fight it, but somehow, deep down inside, I knew it was a battle I could never have won. The kind of person I am, how I was brought up, its somehow a destined fact that I wun end up with anyone I love. Or let anyone realise how much I feel for them. I simply, do not dare to expose my true feelings to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that was holding my heart up. The broken pieces, the mess of a thing called heart. yeah, the only thing was this little thing called hope that was holding all the pieces together. That one single message just managed to take it away, and everything just fell apart like that. I thought my dream of being shot dead on cny eve was bad enough, but this reality wasn't something I had expected, and it feels much worse than being shot dead. You might as well have just killed me on the spot so I won't feel this pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7491372763787946050?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7491372763787946050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7491372763787946050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7491372763787946050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7491372763787946050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2012/01/am-i-dumb-or-what.html' title='am i dumb or what'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14332748.post-4769053018953205943</id><published>2012-01-21T07:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T07:59:12.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so, this is what you meant?</title><content type='html'>if this is really what you meant by keeping in contact even when i'm in finland. Then you're doing a "great" job. &amp;nbsp;If I had known that things would turn out this way, then I really really shouldn't have told you at all. At least even if it died off, it would mean you not knowing at all, and perhaps it wouldn't hurt this much? You were the one who said all those things about keeping in contact, about staying as friends. So what's this? You were the one who told me its ok even if I keep telling you that I'm in love with you. You said its not my fault, I didn't understand. Now the way you're behaving, it just makes me think that you were just trying to make me feel better before i flew. SO its ok now to just kick me to one corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you i'm not expecting anything, just let me treat you the way I've been treating you as always. SO why is this even happening now? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts to even think about it. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4769053018953205943?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4769053018953205943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4769053018953205943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4769053018953205943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4769053018953205943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-this-is-what-you-meant.html' title='so, this is what you meant?'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-8461339402032968691</id><published>2012-01-17T07:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T07:35:51.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting to feel it</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to feel it. The pain of being here, and not there. Starting to wonder, whether it would have been different if I had not told her anything. Or whether it would have been different if I was more active during last sem. Or whether if I had not accepted this SEP, how would things be like now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that I don't regret the things I do. Yes, I don't regret the things I did, but I regret for the things that I could have done. In this aspect, I guess I still have not grown out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared, of the future. I don't know how things would be like when I get back to Singapore. As the days go by, I just find myself chasing your shadows. I've lost track of where you are. Its almost as if you're no longer in my life. Apart from the occasional tweet, there's really nothing else. If this is what you meant by keeping in contact, I guess we're doing it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew hanging on would be this tough. Yet I chose this path. If only you knew how much this means to me, perhaps you wouldn't have said those words to me. I guess I just didn't show you enough. But that doesn't mean I'm going to give up. Its just 4 months left. Somehow, I'll make it through. Somehow, I'll not let my tears bring me down. Somehow, I'll cry for the fact that I was not able to make you feel how much you mean to me, but I'll hang on. If only you could read my mind. I don't need to know or understand how you feel, cuz I know that if only you knew how I felt, you would definitely have said yes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that there is still time for me to make you change your mind. So please, don't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even this slight glimmer of hope I'm holding on to, seems to be dispersing as the days go by. Finland is cold, but I feel that you're colder than that towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid, that things wouldn't be the same anymore. But I'm more afraid of you leaving my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss going out with you, I miss your smile, I miss listening to your stories, I miss listening to your life, I miss being part of your life. I miss everything that is you. And I guess, I've missed my chance. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you say yes when I get back? Will my clinging on prove to be what it takes to win your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope the answer is yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-8461339402032968691?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/8461339402032968691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=8461339402032968691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8461339402032968691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8461339402032968691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2012/01/starting-to-feel-it.html' title='starting to feel it'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7061022272837883685</id><published>2012-01-03T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:19:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Night</title><content type='html'>First night in Tampere, in the hostel, and I'm already missing you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for SEP to end and fly back to you, so that I can tell you how much you really mean to me. If the reason for us not getting together was because of SEP, then i'll make it right for us. So please, really, just wait for me to come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7061022272837883685?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7061022272837883685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7061022272837883685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7061022272837883685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7061022272837883685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-night.html' title='First Night'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-4642390709431580668</id><published>2011-12-28T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T02:24:17.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its never easy</title><content type='html'>I never said it would be easy. I never said I was 100% confident. But whatever that's up there, wouldn't even let it fall in that little bit of area that I call chance. Its like tossing a coin, but you already know its going to land on tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to give up though. I'm past that. I'm willing to wait. I'm willing to do my best to let you see the good side of me, so that from friends, we can become more than friends. So that one day, you'll tell me, "yes". And that's the word I want to hear from you the next time I ask you the same question again. Never give up, that's my new motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what happened tonight, or rather in the evening, I went for a run at night, around 10pm, past the usual timing I run, but nonetheless, it helped a lot. I suddenly remembered why I loved running, not because of how it is able to keep me fit (though that will forever hold true), it lets me forget about things, it lets me forget about the shackles on my life, and remember that life is still full of freedom. As long as we take the chance, nothing is impossible, as long as you don't give up before you reach the finishing point. Many a times, in my life, I've given up before I've reached the finishing line, but its because of this process of giving up, I've learnt so much from it, and I find myself being able to run longer distances, do different things, doing things the way I want them to, having the courage to tell her how I felt for her. So many things, as a person, I've grown. I used to like this song called "It ends tonight". I still like it a lot, especially just now, when it kept me running for the full 10km while putting it on loop. But it holds a whole new different meaning to me now. It used to be a song where after I hear it, I'll go, "yeah, that's it, it ends tonight". But now, its different. The feeling I get is, yes, it ends tonight, but tomorrow is a whole new chapter of life for me to write on, and it depends on how I would write the chapter. I'll keep writing, I'll never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this comfortable with a person before. I've had moments where I thought some people are special in my life, but none of them could reach this level of feelings I have for you right now. It won't change, I hope it never will, but I hope your feelings will, that you would one day no longer see me as just a friend, but as someone special in your life too. You're special to me, that's how I feel, and I'll never give up, weiling. (: But just like you said, we'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4642390709431580668?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4642390709431580668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4642390709431580668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4642390709431580668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4642390709431580668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-never-easy.html' title='its never easy'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-722183904645644405</id><published>2011-12-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:11:07.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found a reason not to go</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, very long never update my blog liao. Lotsa stuff happened in this short 2 months. Mostly stuff that I guess I should be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a smile, that I wish I could hold on forever, but more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first up, got my results back. Hmmm, best sem out of the 5 sems thus far. Wouldn't have noticed it if weiling didn't point out to me that if i consider this sem's cap only, i actually hit above 4. but yeah, as a result of that, overall CAP improved. But as another sem goes by like that, you can't help but realise how much better it could have been if I just put in that little bit more effort in studies. Instead of playing for the whole sem, and leaving tutorials/pyp towards the last 2 weeks before exams to complete, I could have done all these consistently and gotten myself a better set of results than what there is now on the transcript. Same applies for the past 4 sems. But well, life goes on, instead of regretting what I could have done, why not look forward to what I should be doing. But wait, then again, my CAP has reached such saturation that now I'm just aiming for 3.5, so yeah, if I do the same as I did for this sem, I'll probably hit it the sem after I come back from sep. Suddenly, going on exchange to freeze my CAP doesn't seem that good an idea anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, back to the smile. I don't know. I thought seeing her one last time before I leave sg will help me make up my mind as to whether I should tell her before I leave, or after I come back. But seems that seeing her one more time, made me confused even more. I found myself in this state where, I want to tell her so much, I want to let her know how I feel, I want to be with her so much, that I just want to tell her right now. But then, there's this thing holding me back, what if I told her, and the feelings were mutual, then there would be one more thing other than my family that would make me don't feel like going on SEP at all. Just imagine how much I would be missing her when I get to Finland that I just want to fly back to SG when I reach there. That would suck, so much. On one hand, I would know that there's someone I love over here waiting for me, but on the other hand, I wouldn't enjoy SEP fully, since all I would want is to come back. I know I'm contradicting myself. But this is the kind of dilemma I am in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really found a reason not to go. But I have no idea whether not telling her today was the right choice. Only time would tell, but this, important decision might really be a life-changing one, and might be one that I might come to regret for not telling her, at all. I will tell her, but the problem is when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I really really enjoyed today. Been so long since I last sat down with someone and just chat away. Really had fun. Thank you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-722183904645644405?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/722183904645644405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=722183904645644405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/722183904645644405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/722183904645644405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/12/found-reason-not-to-go.html' title='Found a reason not to go'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2836696701387105596</id><published>2011-10-13T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:37:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the choice was right</title><content type='html'>After so long, you still leave me thinking that the choice we made was probably the best for both of us. It was you who tried to end it, it wasn't me. Letting go was my only option back then, and I'm just so glad that I did let go. When now you're the one trying to cling on to something that's of the past, I can just happily look you in the eye and say, "girl, its over already, there's no turning back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it would never end. Our dreams, what we wanted for ourselves back then, when things didn't matter. When we just thought the world is perfect as long as we were together. Now, that is over. There are a lot of things that keep me away from you, that made it so that the thought of us being together again never ever crossed my mind. But there's just one thing, or rather one person in my mind right now that's keeping me away from all these. I didn't even want to show up, I didn't even want to go comfort you. As if I already knew what you would do, what you would say. But I still went, for I looked upon you as if you are my sister. For me, its more of doing something good for you after you have done so many things to hurt me in the past. The chinese saying of yi de bao yuan, I guess that's what I would use to describe why I'm doing these things for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, I'm not gonna dwell on all those past ramblings. When drinking milk and talking stuff at night used to be my favourite past-time, it no longer is anymore. It just does not feel right with you anymore. And I only wished that the person I sent home just now was not you, but someone else instead. Perhaps its heaven playing a joke on me. So many times that such "accidents" had happened, that made it impossible for me to go back with her. So many times, that its made it impossible for me to give her a present that's overdue by almost 2 months. SO, I hope you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, could I be more obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2836696701387105596?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2836696701387105596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2836696701387105596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2836696701387105596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2836696701387105596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/10/choice-was-right.html' title='the choice was right'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6611575235148851598</id><published>2011-09-23T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T01:11:07.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete</title><content type='html'>I'm not afraid to tell you how much I feel for you, if I only had the chance to do so. I guess it was a pretty good chance to tell you the other day, but o well, I guess it can't be helped. Of cuz I was pretty much surprised when you said that, then I was like, "god, please let her be the one". Disappointed a bit after that, maybe? but what you said left me smiling the whole night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself looking forward to at least 2 days a week, never felt like this for a long long time. Just hope that this could go on forever, and eventually, may 2 days become 7 days a week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a kid, feeling so happy. But when I'm with you, I don't care about anything else. You make me feel...complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6611575235148851598?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6611575235148851598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6611575235148851598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6611575235148851598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6611575235148851598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/09/complete.html' title='Complete'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3365053968472983512</id><published>2011-09-16T06:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T06:09:32.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed</title><content type='html'>I screwed up. My body clock, that is. For some reason that I do not know of, I slept from 7pm to 4am, though I woke up at 8pm for a while before going back to slp at 830pm. Pretty much means that I had 8.5 hours of sleep, while the night was still young. Dafuq. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, here I find myself, at 5am, early in the freaking morning, doing webcasts and drawing stuff for my 3001 project. Like, dafuq. Seriously. Its not like I'm emo-ing or anything, I'm perfectly fine with life now, with things going pretty smoothly for almost everything. If I had anything to complain, it is my inability to pass to her her present everytime I see her. Maybe its cuz we end up talking so much that it temporarily slipped my mind, or simply because I don't want it to stop our convo. Whatever the reason is, I find myself staring at her present every night (or rather, every morning, since I've become pretty much of a nocturnal animal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, short post, u mean u were expecting more? BAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3365053968472983512?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3365053968472983512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3365053968472983512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3365053968472983512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3365053968472983512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/09/screwed.html' title='screwed'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3716198912119186836</id><published>2011-08-22T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:13:35.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah,</title><content type='html'>its back to sch again. Feeling good about this sem. Maybe it has something to do with deciding to join back tkd. Makes me having something to look forward to every wed and sat. Makes my life that bit much exciting too. Its like when I kick that target I feel a sense of satisfaction. But yeah, pretty much thanks to having a friend who's already in tkd, if not I probably wouldn't have joined without having someone I know whose already inside. So thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the feel-good feeling comes from the fact that all the mods I'm taking this sem seems so much more interesting with cool lecturers and TAs. 3702, fun lecturer, fun module, tutorial play games, can't really ask for anything better for this mod. hr2002, funny tutor, really helps that he brings his life experience to the class rather than just going on and on about notes. qf2101, another funny lecturer, though I don't go for the actual lecture, I'm actually enjoying his lessons on webcasts. As for 2401 and 3001, pretty much disappointing. Especially 2401, boring lecturer, talking about stuff that we already know. 3001, 3 hour lecture, you don't really expect me to stay awake thru the 3 hours, do you? :) But its just an 18 mc semester, maybe it'll just make my life that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, signed up for OCIP again this sem. 2 interviews, probably flunked them given how I don't like to talk to strangers. Would be very surprised if I even got into one. Even if I got into one, I would probably think twice about going overseas. Given that I'm already going to SEP next sem, another 3 weeks of not spending the holidays with my family might affect me emotionally during SEP. So well, if I get in, I might just request to do the local part and help with the programmes only ba. But see how lo. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the emo part. I think it was just yesterday night? I just sat down there, looked out of the window, stared at the sky for almost 5 minutes, thinking, who are the people I used to talk to online at night. Where are they now? Its just gone, I don't even know why. When you really need someone to talk to, there's no one anymore. The whole feeling of losing something that was part of your life. People take things away from me, but there's nothing I can do about it, to just let ppl take it away from me. People come, people go, but what if they go at a rate faster than they come? Very soon, i'll be left with no friends. ): Hai.... I guess the splitting of groups really did alot of dmg to friendships eh? Invisible friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit la, so emotional now. =/ Stay happy k, yuaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3716198912119186836?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3716198912119186836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3716198912119186836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3716198912119186836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3716198912119186836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/08/ah.html' title='ah,'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5890018902008112768</id><published>2011-08-06T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T07:56:51.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>Been somewhat busy over the past few weeks that somehow I've lost touch with life. But with the end of oweek 2011, I found myself left with 1 week of holidays and I'm just busy planning how to make full use of the time I've found for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good, to know that its a weekday, but you do not have to go to work. Totally spent the whole of yesterday slacking at home. Wanted to go for a run, SHOULD have went for a run, but since I'm gonna play bball today, shall forgive myself a tiny little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, yeah, there were things to be pissed off about during oweek, but nvm, its all over, and shall not say too much about the bad stuff, when there were plenty of good stuff to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, initially, my og was a bunch of not-that-enthu og when I first saw them. And it was that way for the first 2 days. But perhaps, because of the smaller OG size and more interactive activities over the next few days, they started to bond, just a little bit more. But its great to see that they're being active on the facebook group, though that doesn't mean much if they can't do that in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, whatever! its HOLIDAYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5890018902008112768?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5890018902008112768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5890018902008112768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5890018902008112768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5890018902008112768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/08/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2316190114556059528</id><published>2011-07-20T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T02:31:19.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>Was contemplating whether I should even blog this post considering that its already so late. But with the pattern of sleeping late these few days, I guess its not gonna change much if I sleep late tonight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been training recently, so doubt I would be able to make it for standchart. Totally disappointed in myself, for not having the discipline to go out there for my runs. Not mature enough to tell myself, "hey, its alright to emo, but you still need to sleep by 11 if you wish to run the next day." But no, I didn't. I continued to play games past 1am, when I get back to my room, I'm probably going to take out a book and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have no freaking idea what's wrong with me these days. So easy to get angsty. Many times, I just wished I had pointed the finger at the credit card promoter. I know, you're just doing your job, but its not the first time already. If i'm not interested then I'm not interested. Do I look like i'm rich to you? How many times must I use the "my favourite song" trick before you can just get the hell out of my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, really, I'm beginning to dread going for work. Although its really just 1 and a half weeks left, but everyday at work, the hours seem to get longer and the time seems to pass even slower. I thought I had already done my part with the GUI and stuff, and I've been helping out alot with the Wallaby logistics. But why the hell do I even have more stuff coming in for me to do? If only the NTU IA student came, I wouldn't haven been having such troubles. I would happily enjoy my last 2 weeks of work at STK instead of trying to get 4 days off for these 2 weeks. I really need the break, not from work, but from STK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, I'm the kind of guy who only does work that I'm really interested in. I was freaking excited about designing the GUI, so that was why I had so much fun in the first 2 months trying to design a proper one. But once that was finished, it all died down. The flame in me, I couldn't feel it anymore. The new stuff to do, integrating the laser detection or even the adding of the camera to the GUI, seriously, I have no interest in all these whatsoever. First of all, the laser detection, having to wire it up myself, having to read through a manual, and HAVING TO TRY TO GET IT TO WORK WHEN I CAN'T EVEN INSTALL A PROPER SOFTWARE FOR IT! Ya, but really, I don't like doing the laser. Neither do I like doing the camera thing. If I really put my heart into it, I could probably finish up the camera thing within 1 day. But really, no. I can't stand it anymore. I had fun doing the data log sorting program cuz of how it reminded me of cs1101c where u read in a text file and only copy lines that don't have alphabets. That, I enjoyed. But that, I did way too fast. Started on it at around 2pm, published the app at 2.30pm. Too fast? Probably, but that's my efficiency when it comes to things I like to do. Even for the GUI, if I really had to, I could have done it within 3 days. If you ask me whether I enjoyed my internship, when it comes to working, probably not. I'm just an intern, but I'm expected to do the stuff that a perm stuff is supposed to do? There's no one to supervise my work, no one there to help me out when I don't understand certain stuff when it comes to programming. What the heck, and I was pretty happy when I finished up the GUI on my own. But then, my supervisor had to pile up even more work on me!? I really can't stand it anymore. Really. I'm just so glad that this will all be over soon, in like 2 weeks. I don't mind going back to STK to work in the future, as a perm staff, but never as an intern again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2316190114556059528?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2316190114556059528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2316190114556059528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2316190114556059528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2316190114556059528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/07/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-454850940662104330</id><published>2011-07-08T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:37:06.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never</title><content type='html'>Let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I've told myself to let go of the past, I guess, I never really did. It came back haunting. The moment I saw you, I knew, I never let go of what I should have 7 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, when I saw you, the anger I had in my heart for the past 7 years just disappears like that. I've always been unhappy about how things ended for us. How you broke our promise. How you treated me as if I'm nothing. But the moment I saw you, I just thought, those broken promises, those empty vows, holding on to them brings nothing, and these are nothing compared to the happiness I had with you. Short it may be, but I've never forgotten about the love we had for each other in that short 2 years of the 4 years of sec sch life. 2 years out of 4 years, that's a lot you know? Considering how our relationship dragged out for the entire 4 years of our sec sch life, my memories of those days were mostly made up of you. So, the love, the hatred, all these just stayed in me. The sight of you brings out the love, the thought of you brings out the hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never let go, I never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why, why did I not dare to even say hi to you. Is it the fact that there was someone next to you? Is it the fact that that someone looks like he's probably your bf? I have no idea what I'm thinking really. When you told me back then that because of what you did to me 7 years back, you dared not get into a relationship again, I really wished that you didn't do this yourself and sincerely hoped that you could find yourself someone who would treat you good. Then why is it that now, when I'm looking at you together with someone, something dark just builds up inside me. This sadness, how do I explain it? I probably can't, but really, I just don't feel that good about it. Perhaps its regrets that I could have been the one. Perhaps, its wishful thinking on my part that after 7 years, I might still have the chance to love a person that I had once thought would be the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, if we really continued back then, I would still say the same things to you, I would never let go of you, and I'll always be there for you, always. Just because I've said it to you, it means that I will never break it. But why, why did you have to trample on my promise 7 years ago. You just had to break the promise we had, you just had to make me let go. I didn't let go because I loved you no more, I simply let go, cause I still had love for you. But knowing that it hurt you, I had to take it all away. It was hard, but the only way I could do it was by hating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, really is the reason why my love-hate towards you never ended for the past 7 years. You were all that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, why am I emo-ing now. The fact that that day is coming again? probably. A day that I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy birthday to you in advance. I hope July is still with you by your side, in place of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-454850940662104330?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/454850940662104330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=454850940662104330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/454850940662104330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/454850940662104330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-never.html' title='I never'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3305488774110795540</id><published>2011-07-01T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:22:22.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been long since I updated</title><content type='html'>So just a little update about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, like i've already mentioned previously, went for internship. Made some new friends at work, in particular those 3 ia students cuz we basically slacked our day away together at work. Its good that we actually could find time to slack, if not I would have finished most of the work assigned to me within the first 3 weeks instead of dragging it to 7 weeks. Sounds like i'm too slack eh? But I guess that's how it should be for interns? I'm just paid 700 bucks per month, what's the use of doing so much. Furthermore, most of the stuff I had to do them on my own since my supervisor was pretty much busy with his own stuff and just allocated work for me in a rather random fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the bomb of ICT. Well, not like it was all of a sudden. Planned 6 months ago with the SAF-100 and guess what. One week just passed by. Nothing much actually, just really really, alot of training under the hot sun. Apart from thursday which went by without doing anything other than sleeping in bunk, the rest of the days were training all over again. Feels like the NSF days, except this time I'm not with my platoon mates. Got jumbled up, like last year, with the alpha coy peeps. Pretty fun ppl I would say, but well, dunno any of them so nothing to say to them really. Got myself a pretty nice tan from all those training though. A pretty white singlet to sum it off. At least I wun have ugly tan-lines when i wear singlets. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this ICT to be over though, really need my life back. But with that said, life after that is gonna be internship again. O well, new stuff to learn when i go back to ST. Something to do with lasers. Sounds cool eh, it sure does. O well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3305488774110795540?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3305488774110795540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3305488774110795540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3305488774110795540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3305488774110795540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/07/been-long-since-i-updated.html' title='Been long since I updated'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-4370737139518135070</id><published>2011-06-12T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:44:58.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like shouting</title><content type='html'>I always do. To go somewhere, quiet, just me alone, and maybe, with you (though that's probably not gonna happen ever). I just wanna shout to the world, hear the echoes, and realise how lonely I am in this world. Or rather, ay, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the tiredness getting to me, or the fact that the weekend ended once again with me practically doing nothing. Drinking after engin camp, basically burnt my sat away cuz of a bad headache after that. I needed that anyway, to drink and feel happy, even if its just me being high becuz of the alcohol, but whatever, at least I felt open when I was drinking. No locks, no whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried opening up, you know. I talked to you, you don't even bother. Stop giving me lame excuses, you do know how lame you sound when you come up with these. I really dun want to give a shit about you anymore. Its not the first time already, and you probably know it. Why can't we just be honest to each other. What you want, what I want. We should settle it once and for all, get it over and done with. Just tell me how much you hate me while I'll tell you how much I actually loved you but would be willing to let go if you would just say no. Its gotten to the point that I'm tired of all these. Its not me not trying, its you not willing to accept. You've probably been making use of me all these time, telling me stuff when you really needed it, and that i'm probably the only nice and dumb guy in the world to say yes to your requests. You only talk to me when you need me, but when I needed someone to talk to, you'll never be there, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely though, all these kinda seem to be a cycle. A cycle of me being taken advantage of by people and once I'm useless to them, they just kick me aside. Nah, you don't need to say anything, I understand. What I mean to you, probably is just a useless existence. There is no use for me anymore, cuz I don't live in the East, cuz I don't have time to do stuff with you, cuz I'm just not the kind to show my feelings so easily. I don't know anymore, I just know that I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love the way you smile. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4370737139518135070?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4370737139518135070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4370737139518135070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4370737139518135070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4370737139518135070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-feel-like-shouting.html' title='I feel like shouting'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6657649911194640115</id><published>2011-06-02T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:07:22.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我不配</title><content type='html'>I did a lot, I tried...a lot. So much so that, I've come to realise, what I've been doing, and no matter what I can do, it'll never be enough for you. Simply put, its becuz of what you see up there as the title. 我不配.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, the both of us 不配? There's always that something missing when I tried to click. We seem to be only able to talk when you're in a good mood? Only when you want to talk, that you will really talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, whenever I needed someone to talk to, I tot, hey, maybe I could talk to you since you had talked to me about your problems before. But no, you were just, another person on my msn contact list that wouldn't bother to listen to me when I talk to you. You're either busy watching your dramas/blog hopping, that you can't even bother to take a little bit of your time out to listen to what I've got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that back then, when you had problems, when you needed my help, I would just take my time out to help you, even when it was the exam period and I really should have been studying. But yeah, I guess that's just me. It didn't need to be you, if it was anyone else, I would have probably did the same if whatever it is is within my powers. And I guess that's why I failed to make you feel that you're a special someone to me since I treat everyone the same, and in particular, I treat a certain friend better than I do to you. But am I really to blame, when its you who made me feel that you didn't really need me, you had plenty of choices, I'm just another one who was willing to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the age-old saying of mine, "stop being a nice guy". If anyone has bothered to read my posts consistently, they would realise that this is something I always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not nice enough to you? Perhaps you never felt the way I felt. Or that you simply never tried to understand who I was, and to you, I was just someone who would be there if you needed me, but someone whom you'll never come to rescue when I fall into this bottomless pit called, "in love with you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6657649911194640115?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6657649911194640115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6657649911194640115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6657649911194640115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6657649911194640115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='我不配'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7874845424300144304</id><published>2011-05-30T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:51:16.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>只要你对别人好，别人就会对你好</title><content type='html'>My mom told me that when we were watching some variety show on ch8 just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally disagreed with her when she said that. I rebutted her by saying, "你对别人好，人家不一定对你好的" Probably said it out cuz it was really what I felt, and what i've been feeling all this while, ever since the day I realised its so hard to place trust in anyone anymore, and that, happened 7 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I never let it go, and perhaps, i'll never find a way to let this regret go. I can never tell anyone my true feelings? When was the last time I told a person how I truly felt. Can't recall. There will always be some thing holding me back when I want to say the things I really want to say. Be it for fear of trust being misplaced, or be it that these ppl are not worth my trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I've realised that perhaps, the one that is not worthy is me. I'm not worthy to gain anyone who I can trust fully, when I can't even face the truth myself. Perhaps, if one day, I find the right person, I'll be able to tell her everything I truly feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been people in my life, after that fateful day 7 years ago, that have made me feel like telling them all, telling them everything. But somehow, somewhat, due to certain circumstances, or that the fact that they can never be the special someone in my life, I stopped there, not wanting to say anymore. Backing away, kicking ppl away so that I won't have any tendency to tell them the truth, at all. I'm afraid, i'm always afraid, that once I put my heart out into the open and leave it in someone else's care, I would get hurt again. But in the end, no matter what I do, I'll still get hurt. But it would probably hurt even more if I truly poured my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I did leave this fragile heart of mine in some ppl's hands before, but i've always managed to take it all back in time before too much damage is done. But like I've said before and will always say, this whole thing is tiring. I'm tired of trying. Tired of having to find someone who will truly understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like shouting out to the world for someone to understand, but all I get is my own echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these sleepless nights, becuz I have no one to talk to. I don't want them anymore, but what can I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say things out, ppl dun understand. When me myself doesn't even understand my own feelings, who would even try to understand me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You? you? You? or perhaps you? No. None. None of you will ever try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Am I not good enough? Am I such a bastard that no one would care about? Or perhaps I'm always saying the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cry anymore, I really don't. I would rather show ppl my true happy face than put on a facade of smiles to cover up those tears and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smilez 4 eva, you told me that, and I'm still doing it, though not from the heart, but at least it shows on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably a hypocrite for doing that. But if ppl dun bother to try to understand my sadness, then there is no point in letting ppl know what I am truly feeling, so i'll just keep smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7874845424300144304?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7874845424300144304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7874845424300144304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7874845424300144304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7874845424300144304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='只要你对别人好，别人就会对你好'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5065225161227269362</id><published>2011-05-22T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:12:16.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what it seems to be</title><content type='html'>might not be what we really see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just having a random title for this post cuz i can't really think of what i'm gonna say in the next few lines/paragraphs. Nothing much, just random stuff and some updates about life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intern started. Nothing much to say about that, just work work...and work. I guess having internet access really makes intern life much better? But I don't have that luxury, at all. So yeah, its kinda sucky nowadays. Doing work, work and just work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner last night with the ese peeps. Not really into korean, so yeah, good meat, but really, not something that I would go back for. With that said, its kinda boring hearing them all talking about ese stuff, but as usual, i just tried to stay interested, sound interested and chip in with a few laughters here and there. But it was good company anyway, so yeah. Better than staying at home on a boring saturday night. I needed to get out and enjoy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was much more fun with the drinking and karaoke. Its only around these guys that I can be myself? Not giving a care about what's gonna happen if I do this or that, just thinking that nothing will go wrong. Being able to be oneself. Guess that's what i've always been searching for in my life. A place where I can be myself. I do miss secondary school days alot. It was when I felt I had everything. The degree of freedom back then was just right. Not too rigid, we still had some control over our life but there were people monitoring out progress so that we wun go wrong. Well, those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt it wasn't right growing up. It seemed as though the older i grow, the number of ppl i can actually talk to about my stuff just dwindle down slowly. Back then, if I ever needed someone to talk to, i'll just go on msn. The first few ppl on my contact list would definitely be ppl that I could talk to. Now, I open up my msn, I don't even feel like talking. When you try so hard to talk to ppl, but they really dun care. Cuz someone like me just doesn't matter to anyone. I'm just, another person to everyone. In life, there are people who will be special to other people, people who you want to keep in life, for life. Well, for me, it seems as though i'm not any of these to anyone. To ppl, i'm just the kind of person that doesn't matter. I'm only there for as long as i'm useful. Once there's no use of me for anything, they kick me aside like as if its alright to hurt my feelings, as if its a given that I'll get back up and carry on walking. Yeah, I did get back up and carried on walking for alot of times already. But i'm just getting tired. Being able to get back up doesn't mean it does not hurt anymore. The pain always stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's busy with their own life, who would care about you? When it seems that i'm the only person who's concerned about other ppl's feelings when it comes to asking ppl out, when it comes to giving ppl what they wanted. For many a times I could have just said fuck it, I don't give a shit about how u'll feel if i dun ask you. But no, I actually gave a shit, so I actually asked you, only to realise that some things dun matter to you at all. For this, i'm actually speaking of a particular person, not naming names, but if she reads this, she'll probably know who she is. But yeah, whatever. So why did I care about how you would feel, when you didn't spare a thought for why I even bothered to ask you in the first place. Cuz i'm afraid you would feel left out? But nah, it didn't really matter to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a must to say out what we feel? good things or bad? If u can see it, you'll see it. If you can't you'll never see. So why shld I be the one saying the things to beautify the world, when if you already know hos good as a person you are, there is no need for complements. With that said, yes, i'm talking about another person now. When you really care, and ppl think you don't, that feeling actually sucks. So yeah, whatever. Why do I even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just keep wondering about why certain things happen in life. Its okay if you know what went wrong. But if you didn't know what went wrong, then how do you deal with it? I still have no idea what the problem is. When we meet up, it actually feels normal, but deep down, I just know there's something wrong. What happened during the sem, I really want to know. But if you dun even want to talk, how do we even communicate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things I can just let go, but I didn't. Cuz i always spare a thought for everyone else. But who actually gave a shit about me? Who actually cared. Those ppl, who said that they care, they're not here anymore.  Any promise to be always there for me, there's only one thing that will stay always, and that is, they'll "always" be broken.... Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5065225161227269362?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5065225161227269362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5065225161227269362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5065225161227269362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5065225161227269362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-it-seems-to-be.html' title='what it seems to be'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7124851105228753887</id><published>2011-05-06T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:36:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last days of my holidays</title><content type='html'>Woohoo~ FINALLY~ this sem is over!!! finally can play every------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could complete that sentence, but sadly, with the end of the last paper, it signalled the start of a one week break before intern starts. And sadly, I haven't found the time to do the things I would have liked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off the first day of this short hols by going for a short run followed by gym, kinda strained my chest and shoulder muscles, so can't really feel them now. Barely able to type with my left arm. haha. After that went to watch thor. Call me a geek, i liked how the movies are all linking up to the Avengers movie. Saves alot of time and trouble for Avengers to explain wad's going on for the different characters, and probably not a need to tell us who the freak Loki is. hahaha. Natalie Portman is dope though. hahaha. Always enjoyed the movies with her in it. She seems to bring the characters alive? Though Jane Foster wasn't supposed to be this enthu when it comes to her love with Thor. O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I watched Barca vs Real, kinda expected result, and yeah, kinda boring too. haha, so nothing much to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then started drawing some stuff also, random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to USS today. The roller coaster rides were DAMN NICE~ haha, battlestar galatica is serious imba-ness. If anything, its the only ride that would make me wanna go back to RWS. but 50 bucks? hmmm, thanks but no thanks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, anyways, some stuff, I've decided not to give a shit. I guess its better to leave it this way. Never expected anything, never will. This is all about giving life another go, allowing it to move on the way it should be. With that said, I'm surprised by how neutral I feel towards these kinda things now. Seems that such things wouldn't affect me as much as it used to. Guess it was just time that I needed, time to realise that hey, its not really that important. With or without, at least I had it once. So that's all to it. Don't wanna care about it anymore, and probably wun talk about it anymore. Maybe it'll allow me to become a less emo person? what is required wld come naturally. If it shuns you, its probably not what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it comes back to the question of Needs vs Wants. And yeah, it has always been a want, it was never a need. How many single ppl out there, how many happy single ppl there are in this world. Why must I make myself the sad single guy when I can stay happy, away from all the troubles of a relationship, away from all the commitment required. Life's better when you have time all to yourself, without a need to accommodate someone else in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to comment on the GE, but decided not to. Not as if my vote would affect much. Simply put, if there was a better choice, obviously I would take it. But when its a choice of choosing the lesser of two evils, it is obvious wad I would do, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7124851105228753887?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7124851105228753887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7124851105228753887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7124851105228753887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7124851105228753887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-days-of-my-holidays.html' title='Last days of my holidays'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2586411162610354529</id><published>2011-04-04T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T01:13:11.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>What did I do the whole weekend? Nothing much really, just settled down and found some time to study and do some work, something that I've not been doing the whole sem. The whole sem, I've found myself spending too much time on the stupid circuit board, only for it to fail me time and time again, never got it started, never will, can't seem to find the problem. So that's it and that's that, not gonna do anything about it, just gonna concentrate on the other mods since exams are really getting nearer. No time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, found myself in a situation where I just sat down and listened to webcasts and do tutorials. Quite rare. Also, perhaps all these came with the bloody decision to not give a bloody fuck about her anymore. You were precious, you still are, but I'm not going to tell you anymore. No point. To me, these feelings towards you never got over to you. You never knew how important you were to me. You'll never know. So really, I don't wanna care anymore. You are just another friend now, and I won't pay special attention to you anymore. You're not even a close friend to me anymore. Somehow, this distance between us has made this happen, for us to be further and further apart. 4 months, it was all it took to make us become what we are now. So fast, but, who are you? The friendship between us 4 months ago felt like it happened 10 years ago, precious memories, no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2586411162610354529?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2586411162610354529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2586411162610354529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2586411162610354529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2586411162610354529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2249571784358633525</id><published>2011-03-26T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:21:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not about</title><content type='html'>This is not about me not giving a damn about whatever that's happening to you. I care alot. But I've decided not to. Its not that I don't want to care. Its just you who's telling me with ur actions/attitude, that you don't want me to care about at all. For far too long, I've given too much a damn for your feelings, neglecting whatever that's hurting me, cuz I tried to believe in what I've seen from you in the past. But I guess, I was so damn wrong. I couldn't care anymore. I wouldn't care anymore. I shall not care anymore. Its for my own good, not yours. I don't give a damn. I gave too much. I never asked for anything in return, but at least this shouldn't be the way things should turn out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you gave me a reason for what you've been doing, I would accept it, and take it as it is. But you, choosing not to explain? All I can say is, well, i'll fuck off then, and I'll never admit that I was in the wrong even if I really was in the wrong. Cuz you're not explaining, simple as that. Without an explanation, for me, its simple, you're wrong, that's why you don't dare to explain. So really, is it my problem or yours? Its for you to decide, but till then, I will keep thinking that I've never really let you down, you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it was something that I never had, I wouldn't give a damn. But its a friendship I once had, but now I feel as if I don't know you at all. Losing something that I once had, that, I can't stand. But yeah, no more. Don't care, dun give a damn, just don't give a fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2249571784358633525?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2249571784358633525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2249571784358633525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2249571784358633525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2249571784358633525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-about.html' title='not about'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-4911876626191448951</id><published>2011-03-23T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:17:04.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in mind</title><content type='html'>Suddenly had lyrics popping up in my mind again, after so long of not thinking about writing any songs at all, it came flooding back. Thinking of writing this song, perhaps to show how disappointed I am in whatever that has happened between us, or perhaps to show you how much you still mean to me, to show you how much you meant to me, to show you, how much, i'm willing to do for you. Yet you don't care. But anyway yeah, just a small part from the song:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这生中你和我已不再有变成我们的可能。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4911876626191448951?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4911876626191448951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4911876626191448951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4911876626191448951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4911876626191448951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-in-mind.html' title='Song in mind'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5287991776022597769</id><published>2011-03-21T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T02:15:33.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much</title><content type='html'>Maybe I spent too much time out this weekend. Got alot of things done, did whatever I could for my circuit board, given more time, it'll probably still be like that. Tutorials done. But after all this, I'm really really tired and exhausted. I guess this is what you get when you try to balance life and 6 mods. Trying to enjoy while studying hard at the same time. Guess it has taken its toll on my body. Feel like a fever coming up. O well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really enjoyed myself on friday night, went out with sec sch frens to play san guo sha at bukit batok macs. Initially thought I would just spend a few hours there, maybe zhao at 12 plus. End up we played from 9pm all the way till 3plus am. Then sent the guys home. Phew, car was locked in west mall carpark, luckily found the guards and they were good enough to let us go in to get the car out. Then again, didn't know west mall carparks close so early. O well. Then was supposed to send tzeheng to clementi for him to take nr3, end up i dunno why, from teban gardens, i couldn't find my way to clementi, perhaps cuz of the fatigue. O well, but in the end sent him all the way home and managed to have a good chat. Funny how, when you need someone to talk to, its not the people you think that're closest to you, but the friend whom you've not seen for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life, as it is, offers no light to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5287991776022597769?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5287991776022597769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5287991776022597769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5287991776022597769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5287991776022597769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/03/too-much.html' title='Too much'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-375186804161192646</id><published>2011-03-17T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T00:30:55.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you.</title><content type='html'>Actually, I felt like writing a real long post, but after some thinking, it probably means nothing to you, so nvm. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-375186804161192646?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/375186804161192646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=375186804161192646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/375186804161192646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/375186804161192646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/03/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you.'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2377843861185444899</id><published>2011-03-15T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:37:08.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zettai kareshi</title><content type='html'>Watched zettai kareshi again on channel u. Reached the part where rikko got confessed by the guy. D: always felt sad for knight. Brings me to a point, that no matter how good you think you can do for the girl you love, no matter how much you're willing to do for her, no matter how much you're willing to sacrifice, what matters most is how she feels. If she doesn't feel a thing for you, no matter what you do, nothing will happen. The heart will hurt so much, she will never know. Life will move on for her, she'll enjoy life with her new-found love, and if you don't move on and wallow in self-pity, it would only leave yourself stagnant in life. That's what's happening now, I'm being stagnant, not knowing where to go, letting other things in life fill my life up, not wanting to think in the direction of falling in love. In a way, I let my heart become stagnant, refusing to "feel" again. In fear that any feelings I tried to inject into my heart again would only make it even more pain. In hope that by not feeling, I will not feel the pain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there're bigger pains out there than my small little heart ache anyway. Seeing whatever that's happening to Japan, my heart's really breaking alot. Feeling very sad for everyone who were directly or indirectly affected by the Earthquake, Tsunami and radiation outbreak. Triple disaster I would say. Every day, watching news, reading articles about Japan, seeing the death toll increasing as the days  go by. Really really, feeling very sad for them. At least its heartwarming to see what the Japanese are willing to do for each other. Really makes you think about what would happen if it actually happened in Singapore. My guess would be people running for their own lives, trampling over injured people. Maybe i'm thinking about the negative extreme part, but really, I just think that Singapore's not equipped mentally to deal with such situations. Not to say that we would be faced with disasters like Earthquake/Tsunami/Radiation, but we shouldn't take things for granted. No matter how much peace there is now, it is still maintained by those who are working hard to maintain it. So really, what would we do in the face of such disasters, I really wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2377843861185444899?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2377843861185444899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2377843861185444899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2377843861185444899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2377843861185444899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/03/zettai-kareshi.html' title='zettai kareshi'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-8610248971675473292</id><published>2011-03-10T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T02:10:12.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you ask the world to fuck off</title><content type='html'>Everything's suddenly coming fast and furious. Deadlines approaching. SS project next mon, major project 1 due next next mon, SEP module mapping required, deferment for ICT due to VIP asap, lotsa stuff. As such, I find myself sitting infront of my pcb rushing with the wiring. Till I ran out of blue, that is. Could have carried on with white but decided to give it a rest, shall carry on tml. Pissed with almost everything cuz everything's too fast. And you just feel like shouting to the world "fuck off". Realised how little time I have between this sem and next sem to enjoy myself. Yes, no ICT, but VIP will eat up a whole 12 weeks. only have 3 weeks break after the last paper to seriously go out there and enjoy myself, and after that, is 12 weeks of working my ass off, though it might just be some admin job, but the fact that the HR person asked me about java script goes to show that I might probably needta pick up some java skills along the way. Argh. How to enjoy myself like that, I wonder? The need to earn more money more or less makes it sure that the VIP wouldn't be my only job during the summer hols. Maybe some tuition? Maybe some surveying jobs? -Shrug- Never thought that the 3 month sem break would be so busy. At least before the sem started, I was still thinking maybe for these 3 months sem break, I'm gonna have some time to enjoy life with the people I want to spend time with. But 2 months into the sem, all dreams, all hopes I had were crushed. Not to say that it matters anymore. Perhaps, deep down in, it still does, but nothing really matters now. Disappointed, Angst, every negative emotion that I could feel, within these 2 months I felt it all. Everything but happiness, euphoria, anything positive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself in an all-time low, and perhaps the only good thing about it is that I've gotten so used to it that it feels like a norm now. At least its not hurting, at least its numbing. If you think that whatever you're doing to me now is right for us, then so be it. I can't make you do what you do not want to do. But the fact that it hurts and you don't give a damn that its hurting me just goes to show where I stand in your heart. I'm the least on your priority list. "Don't make someone a priority if they only make you an option." I used to laugh at this and say, nah, its not true. But no more, its nothing but the truth. I made you a priority when you treated me only as an option, someone of the many people that you could turn to when you need help. But my naiveness never made it occur to me that I was just an option to you, and I treated your request as a priority. Only for whatever that's happening now happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know how much it hurts? I can still smile to you, I can still laugh to you, but do you know how much it meant to me? I guess, I'm just another "dude" in your life. A passer-by, someone who will just walk by your life. I used to use an analogy to describe myself, I'm a tree, always there, and the people around me are just birds taking a rest on me, flying off when they need me no more. You make me feel this way again, you're just another bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-8610248971675473292?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/8610248971675473292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=8610248971675473292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8610248971675473292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8610248971675473292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-you-ask-world-to-fuck-off.html' title='When you ask the world to fuck off'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3619417083693934395</id><published>2011-03-05T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:21:21.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me</title><content type='html'>What I want. I never really asked for anything. I was satisfied to see you smile. All I wanted was to make you happy, that's why I was always there. I made sure I was there when you needed me. I never asked you to be there for me, I was just happy enough to see you smile. I'm serious. You're not. I really really just want everything to be back to normal, nothing more, nothing less, and just not whatever that's happening now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3619417083693934395?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3619417083693934395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3619417083693934395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3619417083693934395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3619417083693934395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/03/ask-me.html' title='Ask me'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-125894100195369392</id><published>2011-03-03T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:49:56.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>What they mean? Do people just use words as something to get what they want? And once they get it, they just forget about everything they've said before? Probably, at least that's what I'm experiencing now. I no longer know what's the truth and what's not. I no longer trust you. Every single word that comes out from your mouth, I just take it in and suspect everything u're saying. Everything, I no longer have faith in you anymore. Simply put, you meant everything, but u mean nothing now cuz to me, it simply comes across as you not treasuring whatever I was giving you, you, not appreciating whatever that I was doing for you. All those thank yous you've said before, was it just a thing you say when people do things for you, but you dun really mean it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea. Was clearing up my cupboard, saw stuff that reminded me of things you've said before. But yeah, lies, and I realised how much you've lied to me before. Perhaps not to the extent of lying, maybe just you not meaning what you said. Things coming out from your mouth and I was the only one taking every word you said seriously. Just in case you never knew, you really mean a lot to me, but no, whatever you meant to me, perhaps, deep down inside me, my feelings will never change, but i'm just gonna bury all that. It will never mean anything to you again. If things are gonna stay this way, then so be it. I've already said all I could have said, I've already done all I could have done. The rest is up to you, whether you wanna salvage this, or just leave it dying like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, I was just a fool for trusting you, when you were just using me as a tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-125894100195369392?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/125894100195369392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=125894100195369392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/125894100195369392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/125894100195369392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/03/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-1420965968980617987</id><published>2011-02-21T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:46:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess</title><content type='html'>I guess, you have died away in my heart. Slowly but surely. I really don't know what to say anymore. Is there anything to say at all? How you had a place, but no more. Special friends always had a place in my heart somewhere. You were special in the sense that I actually enjoyed talking to you. Few friends actually have that ability or rather, the personality to talk to me while I actually enjoy it. Well, maybe you never really enjoyed talking to me, so that's why whatever is happening to us now is happening. Nothing I can do. It wasn't something i foresaw. I never saw it coming. No one would. No one could.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How the heart aches, but really, its just beginning to numb now. Occasional burst of emotions, that's all. To me, you were that much, but you're just this little now. It still is very important for me to resolve this matter, to get back to where we were, to being good friends again. Is that too much to ask for? Or is it simply that I am not even worthy of being your friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-1420965968980617987?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/1420965968980617987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=1420965968980617987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1420965968980617987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1420965968980617987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-guess.html' title='I guess'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-9144315924247704519</id><published>2011-02-21T03:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T03:28:41.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought</title><content type='html'>I thought you would do something like this, but I never really felt that you would actually do it. I really have no idea what to say, or what to do anymore. That's it and that's that. I guess, there is nothing more to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-9144315924247704519?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/9144315924247704519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=9144315924247704519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/9144315924247704519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/9144315924247704519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-thought.html' title='I thought'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7510266248059107054</id><published>2011-02-21T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T02:43:33.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like having a change</title><content type='html'>Feel like changing my blog address, cuz of how this blog is attracting spammers on the tagboard. Hmmm. See how it goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, life's not been very good. Just going thru life as it comes to me. School's alright, with certain disappointing stuff of cuz, but i'm really trying very hard to move on, but she's not really helping with all these bullshit. Yeah, i'm starting to consider it bullshit, considering how stupid this whole thing is beginning to feel like to me. I mean, seriously, what's the point? If I really wanted, I could have just thrown all these away and say "fuck it, i don't wanna give a damn anymore." But no, can't you see that i'm just trying to salvage whatever friendship there is left, if there was any to begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hai, not as if she's gonna read this, but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7510266248059107054?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7510266248059107054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7510266248059107054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7510266248059107054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7510266248059107054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/02/feel-like-having-change.html' title='Feel like having a change'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-319064632621445572</id><published>2011-02-16T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T02:11:10.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying</title><content type='html'>I would be, if I say I'm not bothered. But since I've already said it so clearly, I shall not care about it anymore. I guess it mattered alot, and perhaps it still matters that little bit, after all, its hard to pull out of a friendship when you've chose to trust that person so much. Perhaps, I've gone over the border of friendship a bit, but yeah, it doesn't matter now already. Whatever it is, it only showed me not to put so much trust anymore. People change, there's nothing you can do about it. Adapt and move on. The only one I can blame is myself, its not like she never changed before, so what was I thinking when I thought she wouldn't change anymore, I wonder.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't sleep now, various reasons. Despite this pulsing headache, I just couldn't get myself onto the bed. I have no idea what's going on right now, feels exactly like 2 sems back when I just couldn't get to sleep and end up studying the whole night and forcing myself to stay awake when I go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't be bothered anymore. I shall not care anymore. Putting so much trust in one person was wrong to begin with. Giving someone so much of my time was probably the biggest mistake in my life. I saw something special in you, perhaps I was wrong, terribly wrong. Maybe i'm just that easy to be taken advantage of. But I'll never know what went wrong, if you don't speak a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-319064632621445572?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/319064632621445572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=319064632621445572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/319064632621445572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/319064632621445572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/02/lying.html' title='Lying'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6005943728303536903</id><published>2011-02-15T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:53:05.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy vday</title><content type='html'>Putting happy is just keeping in line with the norm. Everyone's supposed to be happy today eh? O well, ever since i found out that the great Bob Paisley died on this day (yeah, i wasn't that much of a Liverpool back then so i only found out like 2 years back). O well, so instead, vday has become a day to commemorate this great man. His quotes are great as well. All his quotes are what a man should be, what a person should strive to live as. I'm actually quite lazy to list the quotes he said but yeah, here's one of it that really left alot for me to think about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The day after we won our first European Cup, we were back at this club at 9.45 in the morning, talking about how we would do it again, working right from that moment, because &lt;b&gt;nobody has the right to win anything they haven't earned&lt;/b&gt;." -Bob Paisley-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, before you want to win something, you have to earn it, that's how i look at this quote, but yeah, such wisdom, such truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in fact, valentine's day not one about celebrating love. If you look into the history books, you'll realise its the day saint valentine died, so wad's there to celebrate about. O well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, today, was alright. Ended the day with a bit out of the norm stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning project meeting with doctor hamzah. Ok la, "why are you so quiet?" Erm, what can I say, i'm just like that? hahaha. or maybe "emo lo". Lol. But glad that our project's going in the right direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that went to this tutorial that totally wasted my time and got me so angry that i spammed on my facebook wall. Seriously, i don't think this guy can teach. That's it and that's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that went to my lecture with an empty stomach, and was complaining to tessa about this person who's so "rude". Well, if tessa didn't say it I wouldn't have thought about it but yeah, in fact, its quite rude to do this to me i guess. I really can't be bothered anymore, if this is what you want, so be it, then we can't even be friends. Yes, i'm actually quite disappointed that it turned out this way, but I don't think it was entirely my fault? -shrug-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then wanted to go to JP after school but decided not to. Turned out to be the right choice. When I got home, i saw how jam-packed AYE was. Lucky lucky. But after dinner I decided to go to IMM. AND lucky i didn't drive. When i reached there, the carpark was FULL! hahaha. In the end didn't find what I wanted to, but surprise surprise, I saw someone whom I never thought I would talk to again. And surprisingly, she was finding the same thing as I was. O well. But yeah, nothing much. Not the kind of hot date that everyone would expect on this day, and yeah, there's no way we can be together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, can't be bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, what the fuck, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6005943728303536903?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6005943728303536903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6005943728303536903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6005943728303536903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6005943728303536903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-vday.html' title='happy vday'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3181277074404611878</id><published>2011-02-12T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:51:43.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to really smile about?</title><content type='html'>I just don't know why. Or perhaps, I know what's going on with myself. The ability to smile at every single thing, to laugh along with others, yet deep down in, I know there's something wrong, something preventing me from smiling from my  heart. Yes, i'm being a hypocrite to the people around me. But does it really matter? What matters most to others is that they see you smiling, they see you laughing, then they'll assume you are alright. And yes, that's what I have been doing. I do not want anyone to see me and say, woah, this guy fking emo. But yeah, in person, I guess i can hide it very well. Other places, i tend to show it alot. But yeah, seriously, who cares?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used up all my courage to ask what's going on, and what I get is the same old shit. Continued disregard for my feelings. If this is what you want, then so be it. I don't even see a point of me holding on to this friendship anymore, if there ever was one. All I can see now is a person who made use of me, asking me to do this and that for her, only in the end to push me aside. What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3181277074404611878?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3181277074404611878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3181277074404611878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3181277074404611878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3181277074404611878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/02/something-to-really-smile-about.html' title='something to really smile about?'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7404860839557260222</id><published>2011-02-08T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:04:31.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do?</title><content type='html'>Or rather, what can I do? Say its true, I'll never ask for anyone but you. &lt;- lyrics from "Another Heart Calls" from AAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, what can I do? I know I do not want to be tied down by this emotional stuff for too long, this sem is going into its business end, where all the assignments and labs come fast and thick. With six mods coming along, i don't see how I can manage if i'm still being tied down by this. I guess, I need to settle it fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, what to do? What would you do? If the only person you care so much about doesn't even look you in the eye when you talk to her. Doesn't even give a damn whether you're there or not. You can care so much for someone, but what's the point if you don't matter to her at all? At least this is what I feel now, that me being there or not doesn't matter to you at all. It seems like you feel that you would be better off without me. Then why, in the first place, did you make me feel that you needed me. Why, in the first place, did you make me fall in love with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might as well just take a knife out and start digging my heart out, cuz that's how I feel now, or rather, that's better than how I feel now. Countless pain, immeasurable pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7404860839557260222?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7404860839557260222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7404860839557260222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7404860839557260222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7404860839557260222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-do-i-do.html' title='What do I do?'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-1991980428487463585</id><published>2011-02-04T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:12:54.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more</title><content type='html'>sipping down the red wine bit by bit, getting fed up and drank it all at one go. I guess, this is what it means to drink alone. Never felt so dejected during CNY. What have I done to deserve this? Is it that wrong to show you how much i'm willing to do for you? If that's the case, then you've got me. I'm not going to treat you specially anymore, you're just another friend. Disappointed? Yes, bloody hell. Now I even think of why you deserved that special place in my heart in the first place. Twice, you've taken that spot and left it. I don't even think I will let you return for a third time. Booting you out of my life. Or at least, I won't let you grab my heart like that again. Is it because you're a freaking virgo? All those things about virgo not treasuring things that they can get so easily? Be it in you or my ex, I've seen such qualities shone through in your characters. No more, I just don't want to let myself get hurt again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more: crying, drinking, feeling lost. No more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-1991980428487463585?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/1991980428487463585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=1991980428487463585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1991980428487463585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1991980428487463585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-more.html' title='No more'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7261229952514295751</id><published>2011-02-01T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:09:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting stars</title><content type='html'>Why hope for a shooting star, when I've always believed my life is in my own hands. Why do I pray? Why do I hope? I've always learnt to trust in nothing but myself, but I guess I never learn. Believing in what people say, believing that people will change for the better. I should have known, I have been hurt before, but I never learnt. I continued to trust you, and this is what I got. I've fallen in love, fallen out of love, and fell in love again, with the same girl. Waste of time? I would rather not believe so. I do not owe you anything, or so i think. I only believe in what I saw. I saw a good friend in you, I saw someone who I can trust in you. But now, all I see is someone that well, I don't even think I know you anymore. Who are you, seriously. Who? I ask myself that everytime I see you. You feel so distant now. Who is she? I never knew things would change this fast. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the sudden feelings that came flooding up to me just before CNY? its 12 am here, so its technically CNY eve already. But yeah. I guess these feelings came cuz of what happened last night? Staying up all night, hoping for miracles to happen. Came in the form of a number 9 replacing my once beloved Liverpool's number 9. No more Torres bounce. No more wearing of my red jersey cuz his name is on the back. Its like getting ditched, seriously. Its about how much he said he loved the club, how much he loved the fans, that made us love him this much. Only for him to come out and say he would like to score against Liverpool in his debut? Where is the love? Wth, who is this guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a way, it feels the same. Be it ______ or Torres, whenever I see them, I ask myself "who is this person?" People who were once so important, because of the things they do, they become insignificant in your life. I don't know why. I have no idea why this is happening. The fact that I trust people too easily? Yeah, I guess that's the reason. I'm still naive. Like shit. I just can't stop myself from loving someone once I've fallen in love. Loving Liverpool, loving the club, loving the players. Loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would tell me why this is happening? Only you. But how do I even find out when you don't even talk to me anymore. Who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7261229952514295751?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7261229952514295751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7261229952514295751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7261229952514295751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7261229952514295751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/02/shooting-stars.html' title='Shooting stars'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5528020796318457495</id><published>2011-01-31T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:55:55.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like yesterday that he just signed for us, with Benitez putting their hands on the This Is Anfield board.&lt;div&gt;It seems like yesterday that we were just bouncing off happily to the Torres Bounce at the Singapore National Stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like yesterday that Torres was holding on the world cup with a Liverpool scarf around his neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe this. Do people really change that fast? Or is it my own naivety to believe in whatever people say? He said he loved the club. He said he wouldn't join any other EPL club. So what's this? A betrayal of trust? I thought he was one of us. Maybe I was wrong. Torres always had a special place in our hearts, but it might never be the same again. If he left for another league, he would always remain as a legend in our heart. But no, chelsea? You serious? What's this, I can't even believe what I'm reading. It felt like the whole Gerrard saga all over again, when we were upset over Chelsea's offer, but then, I had faith in Gerrard. I just don't understand why Torres can't seem to command the same faith in me. The fact that he has written in a transfer request? Probably so. Some people, you always think they would remain special in your heart no matter what they do, where they go and where they end up. Dalglish, Gerrard, Carragher, Dudek, Rafa, Hyppia, Luis Garcia, Hamann, they still have a special place in my heart, for they were at a time in their career, what it means to be a Liverpool player. I had thought Torres and Owen would forever remain special. When Owen signed for Real Madrid, I already felt betrayed, serves him right for us winning the Champions League after he left. Now Torres? Maybe its a curse, we need a player we love to leave before we can actually win something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hai, so deeply affected by it now. Can't sleep despite how tired I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5528020796318457495?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5528020796318457495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5528020796318457495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5528020796318457495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5528020796318457495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-seems-like-yesterday-that-he-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6918409740313192795</id><published>2011-01-30T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:01:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Face Palm</title><content type='html'>In da FACE! seriously, can't believe i've left all the tutorials and lectures undone for the weekend. Never even bothered to touch anything at all, except for reading up on SS project. Seriously, at this rate, my life will go a fking downhill slide once again. Not running, not doing work. An unfit mind, an unfit body, an unfit soul.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grow fat and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking back on what I should have done, what I could have done, what I shouldn't have done. All the what-ifs, all the freaking regrets. Its something that we've always asked each other no? If only back then, we chose to sit down and talk instead of walking away at the first sign of anger. What would be of us now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, whatever, it doesn't matter now. Nothing matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6918409740313192795?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6918409740313192795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6918409740313192795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6918409740313192795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6918409740313192795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/mega-face-palm.html' title='Mega Face Palm'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-4299901122808431967</id><published>2011-01-29T04:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T05:02:32.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 liao, and growing old</title><content type='html'>Yeah, as the title suggest, going to be 23 come this year's 7th October. Can't really believe what I've been through this past 22 years, really, everything seemed to happen in a flash. Everything shaping what I am today. Come this May 2, I would have finished my 2nd year of Uni life and looking forward to the second half which is gonna be hell of a hectic lifestyle. Luckily, there's an SEP break in between, hopefully can go out there and enjoy myself before coming back to end it with a bang, ala FYP.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sem, can't seem to really enjoy what I love doing. Couldn't find time for my runs, at all. Maybe I'm just giving myself excuses not to work out, plus there's no motivation to run this year since I have not signed up any as of now. In 2 months there's gonna be a 10km, but seems like I'm gonna miss the early bird. Missing early birds are just excuses for me to not start training. Haha. Can't believe how much of a slacker I have become ever since stand chart ended. So much for wanting to stay fit. O well, I guess the last motivation I ever needed was the bloody ICT IPPT. Have to pass it this time round so that I wouldn't have to worry about RT again like I did this year. Really, not going to RT, and not having to bother about it will save up lotsa time and energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there are other things I would have loved to do this sem, but nothing's going my way. How I wanted things to be. No, I've almost given up on doing anything for her. I just don't think its worth my time? Everything points to a one-sided relationship. What was I even thinking in the first place. She has broken my heart once before, what actually made me think she wouldn't do it again. How can I trust your words anymore? I really don't know. That's why, I told myself, yeah, fuck it, if you really need me to be there for you, you'll come look for me. It shouldn't be me constantly looking out for you and seeing whether you need me, at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dunno man. Any plans of anything happening during v-day? Nah. Gonna add one more year to that count of number of years spent alone for v-day. And ya, its fucking 21 despite having had relationships. Fuck me, the first one that I thought I would spend, she had a freaking project to do. The year after, became "friends" one week before that. The next year, freaking broke up with me on v-day thru email. Well, after that, just kept quarreling whenever it was near v-day so end up, I've been spending this stupid day at home for the past 21 years, so its not like another year will make a difference yeah? Maybe staying single is not that bad after all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4299901122808431967?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4299901122808431967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4299901122808431967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4299901122808431967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4299901122808431967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/22-liao-and-growing-old.html' title='22 liao, and growing old'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3760701364691196471</id><published>2011-01-23T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T02:22:21.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not need this</title><content type='html'>I've always thought that if you know someone well enough to conclude that he/she won't turn up for something, there is no need to ask. Guess I was wrong? Well, I did ask in the end, at least I bothered to, but I guess I didn't need the reaction. Compounded my misery for the week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was going really well today, slept the whole afternoon away, went out for dinner with family, and well, managed to put some bad stuff aside for the moment while I was out with my family. The bad stuff, I've really just decided not to do anything about it as of now, really want to see what's really happening before I do anything. Don't want to spoil anything at the moment. Though I don't see anything coming out of it, but o well, some things just need to be resolved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, people change, and there's not a thing you can do about it. Life, sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, maybe i'm not being friendly enough by thinking that you won't go. But isn't it a bit harsh to say I never bothered to ask you? I did ask in the end, didn't I? And well, never mind, Shall not add on to my misery anymore. Not worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I shall enjoy this luck as long as it lasts. I just love it, when my gambling abilities peak whenever I'm not having any luck when it comes to love. Being a little sarcastic here, but what's wrong with enjoying your winnings when its really the only thing that can make me happy now, with the one I really care for not giving a damn about me at all. Doesn't help at all, you know? You made me fall in love with you, you made me want to care about you, but you pushed me away once I showed you how much I'm willing to care for you. What is this? Tell me. What's your problem? Or is it my problem? My fault for loving you? Why? I would rather lose this 1.5k I earned tonight than lose you, seriously. How much you mean to me, is more than that 1.5k. To me, you're priceless. You're above everything else on this earth. How much I wish to treasure the time we spend together, but only to realize that we're not spending as much time together as I would have liked to. It seems just a few weeks ago that you told me how you want to study together and stuff (which is really, just a few weeks ago). Only for you to disappear from my life completely. What's wrong? What's wrong with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should just leave this quietly. Really, the pain has numbed me so much that I don't really feel it anymore. Just taking it as it comes. They don't come in waves, they never settle down. I've already been overwhelmed, so much so that, it does not hurt anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3760701364691196471?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3760701364691196471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3760701364691196471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3760701364691196471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3760701364691196471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-do-not-need-this.html' title='I do not need this'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-8245339284565189132</id><published>2011-01-19T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:46:35.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if anyone</title><content type='html'>If anyone really cared, they would have bothered asking after reading this. But the only conclusion i can get it, no one cares. Being a man, its all about laughing it off when you feel like crying. Let's see how long I can keep laughing and smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-8245339284565189132?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/8245339284565189132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=8245339284565189132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8245339284565189132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8245339284565189132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-anyone.html' title='if anyone'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-8119467304651321855</id><published>2011-01-19T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:24:10.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我是不是该安静的走开</title><content type='html'>Just feel that this song suits my mood so well. Argh, sucks when emo songs suit my mood, can only mean one thing, ie, slpless night again? I really feel like sleeping. Need to study tml, must go sch print tutorial and notes. Still needta compile the core mods notes. Feeling like a mugger so much this sem, no life, at all. In a way, it keeps thoughts away from me when I'm working, cuz there's basically too much stuff to handle. But when I really want to sit down and relax, the thoughts just keep flowing in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single line of the lyrics just reflect my feelings so well. I really have no idea what I can do for you now. I don't even know what's happening. This sudden breakdown of communication. What's wrong with us? I really didn't know that this kind of situation will happen between us. No clue in this freaking world. I had no clue, at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much so, that I feel like just shouting out to the world how much I love you, even if it means having my life taken away, I just want you to know. But, how can I, when you're not even listening. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I needta sleep, I needta study, to forget the pain. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lyrics of the song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 宋体; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;我不知道为甚麽这样&lt;br /&gt;爱情不是我想像 &lt;br /&gt;就是找不到往你的方向 &lt;br /&gt;更别说怎麽遗忘 &lt;br /&gt;站在雨里泪水在眼底 &lt;br /&gt;不知道该往那里去 &lt;br /&gt;心中千万遍不停呼唤你 &lt;br /&gt;不停疯狂找寻你 &lt;br /&gt;我是不是该安静的走开 &lt;br /&gt;还是该勇敢留下来 &lt;br /&gt;我也不知道那麽多无奈 &lt;br /&gt;可不可以都重来 &lt;br /&gt;我是不是该安静的走开 &lt;br /&gt;还是该在这里等待 &lt;br /&gt;等你明白我给你的爱 &lt;br /&gt;永远都不能走开 &lt;br /&gt;站在雨里泪水在眼底 &lt;br /&gt;不知道该往那里去 &lt;br /&gt;心中千万遍不停呼唤你 &lt;br /&gt;不停疯狂找寻你 &lt;br /&gt;我是不是该安静的走开 &lt;br /&gt;还是该勇敢留下来 &lt;br /&gt;我也不知道那麽多无奈 &lt;br /&gt;可不可以都重来 &lt;br /&gt;我是不是该安静的走开 &lt;br /&gt;还是该在这里等待 &lt;br /&gt;等你明白我给你的爱 &lt;br /&gt;永远都不能走开 &lt;br /&gt;我是不是该安静的走开 &lt;br /&gt;还是该勇敢留下来 &lt;br /&gt;我也不知道那麽多无奈 &lt;br /&gt;可不可以都重来 &lt;br /&gt;我是不是该安静的走开 &lt;br /&gt;还是该在这里等待 &lt;br /&gt;等你明白我给你的爱 &lt;br /&gt;永远都不能走开 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 宋体; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-8119467304651321855?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/8119467304651321855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=8119467304651321855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8119467304651321855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8119467304651321855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='我是不是该安静的走开'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6706156365522751815</id><published>2011-01-17T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:11:45.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>I can't really say what my feelings are as of now. Its weird, just weird. After 2 days of playing games to try to drown my emotions, I found myself emotion-less once more. Though nothing went according to plan, like wanting to study over the weekend, I'm still quite satisfied with what I have done over the weekend, that is to set my emotions right. Sucks to do this, but I needed to, if I want to concentrate on my studies for this sem, I had to kill those emotions, some way or another. Burying it like I've always loved to. People might think I'm running away from my problems, so be it, at least I won't be bothered about it at the moment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if only I wasn't that sure about my feelings, it wouldn't have been so painful. But the more I tried to assure myself, the more I realise how these feelings have become stronger over the past few months. Weird as it is, the pain I'm feeling only makes me even more sure that my feelings are true for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O well, kinda set my priorities again this sem, so yeah, studies first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6706156365522751815?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6706156365522751815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6706156365522751815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6706156365522751815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6706156365522751815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-8200255464991565351</id><published>2011-01-16T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:10:08.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinks and Emos</title><content type='html'>Took out the wine in the fridge, started drinking, from the bottle. While drinking, went youtube, started listening to all those emo songs that I can relate to so well now. 我们怎么了by S.H.E is so related to what I'm going through now. Having no idea what's going on, trying to believe that everything will be fine. I don't even know what's going on in my mind. I tried talking to people, and their answer for me was the same as the initial answer I had in my mind, that I was just thinking too much. And I tried convincing myself its nothing, its normal for you to do these kind of things. But, its really kinda getting on my nerves? It feels as though, I'm just being made use by you. I'm only your friend when I'm of use to you, other times, I'm just a nobody, someone's who's not even worth your time talking to, or simply showing some courtesy by replying? No. I somehow managed to convince myself that its alright, nothing's really wrong, I just needta carry on believing. Yeah? But my dear sixth sense just keeps on reminding me about how accurate I always am when it comes to such stuff. That i'm always able to grasp the situation correctly, especially when things are going downhill.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, I wanted to ask you what's going on. But, somehow, i'm afraid to even start asking. Why am I being afraid to love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-8200255464991565351?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/8200255464991565351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=8200255464991565351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8200255464991565351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8200255464991565351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/drinks-and-emos.html' title='Drinks and Emos'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6822338878184878748</id><published>2011-01-15T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:47:49.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>played</title><content type='html'>It feels as if i'm being played around by you. The more heart I put into it, the further you seem to drift away from me. What's wrong? You were the one who started getting closer to me. I opened my heart to you, and you're pushing me away now? So tell me, what's wrong? Am I just your plaything? Am I just someone who you can order around easily? What am I to you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're making my heart go up and down at so fast a rate, that I don't even think I can take it anymore. Confrontation is needed, and soon it must be. I'll let this end soon, be it a new beginning or a crushing end to whatever that's not to be. You're just making me tired. You're making me run in circles, doing things for you, and at the end of the day, you tell me you don't need it anymore? What are you? Who are you? I don't think I even know you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart aches, for you made me believe, but you pushed me down when I thought I've reached the heavens. Back to this hell, that I do not need. The easiest way out is of cause not to give a damn at all, and say I don't care about you. But you and I both know this well, if I say I don't give a damn, I would be lying to you. And this vicious cycle will just carry on, one where when I distant myself from you, you try to get close, and when I get close, you distant yourself from me. Tell me, what is this? Is this what you want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6822338878184878748?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6822338878184878748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6822338878184878748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6822338878184878748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6822338878184878748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/played.html' title='played'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6911637555743834773</id><published>2011-01-13T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:29:40.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps</title><content type='html'>All I needed was time for myself, and not to spend a whole night thinking about her. I want to do the things I want for myself. Yes, i'm willing to do anything for her, but at the end of the day, I guess, I need to leave some time for myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah, I guess that's that. I don't want to spend time anymore thinking about why you're not doing this or that for me. That's not important. What's important is, when you needed me, I was there, and when you need me, I'll be there. The rest, is just not important. My resolve is such that, till someone who loves me more than I love her come along, (if ever there was someone like this), I would let this heart of mine to stay in this place, giving you my all. I'll be there when you want me, I'll leave when you don't want to see me, I just need you to know, that all I'm doing, is only because I want to give you my all. You won't lose a thing if you do not reciprocate to my feelings, it doesn't matter. Cause, as long as you're happy, I would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not want to emo over your stuff anymore, it just feels stupid all of a sudden. I would rather spend time on other things. After all, I just feel that if I truly love you for who you are, I shouldn't be sad in the process of loving you, at all. I'll just, be happy, with the memories you leave me, and any future memories we'll create together. I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6911637555743834773?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6911637555743834773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6911637555743834773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6911637555743834773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6911637555743834773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/perhaps.html' title='perhaps'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2294349508714161245</id><published>2011-01-12T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:07:01.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do u assume?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Staying up means i'm playing games? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I play games for the sake of playing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it simply because I'm having some problems sleeping, that's why I was so bored that I needed to do something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you not think that I wished there were stuff to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you not think that I wished I could get myself drowned in school work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you think that I do not prefer to thrive in stress rather than in games?&lt;div&gt;Do you really think I enjoy the stuff I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do u assume so much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not assume. I say again, do not assume. Do not assume whatever you think to be true of what a person is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it was anyone else, I would probably have resorted to vulgarities or something even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me answer your assumptions one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time, when I'm staying up, I'm not playing games whatsoever. Sitting infront of my laptop, staring at forums, death wished, blogging. Do you even care? Do you even understand? 22 years and counting. Have you ever asked, "hey, what's wrong?" No. For so long, I've pretended. Pretended to be happy, pretended to be satisfied. They say, be satisfied with what you have, and you will be happy. I once had so much, so much, that I feel that now I've lost a lot. Things that I do not even know why I'm losing. Even as I'm speaking now, I just feel the one thing so dear to me slipping away. I don't even know what happened, just a sudden bout of loneliness that she is letting me feel. Its as if she doesn't care, its as if I was the only one that cared. I guess its true, maybe she really just cares about herself? I don't even know which one is the real you anymore. The one that I enjoy talking so much with? Or the one who has seemed to disappear from my life again? I thought you wouldn't let me feel like this anymore, I thought so much, to the extent that I thought, "hey, don't think so much k? Everything will be fine." As much I as I try to convince myself that everything will be fine, there is just this "me" down there telling me what my sixth sense feels. And its usually accurate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So well yeah, for 22 years, I've chose to keep to myself, not even once telling you 2 how I felt, not even once telling the other 2 how I felt. So, is it me that do not like to talk, or is it the 4 of you who are not willing to listen? What I've wanted my whole life, I've always fought for them myself. Even if I do ask it from you all, its because I really have no choice but to do so. I've followed the path that you all have plotted out for me. It was never "my" life, it was always what you all wanted me to be. Am I fulfilling my dreams? Or am I fulfilling yours? Maybe going into university, and getting a degree, is good for my future and stuff. But what is it that I really want? I stopped asking myself all these. Its as if my wants are not important anymore, I can't even feel for myself anymore. Its as if you all are placing your unfulfilled dreams on me, hoping that I can help you complete them? To get first class, to be my own boss, to get one freaking big house? Its what you all want. What I want, is just for myself to be happy, for the people I love to be happy. I really love you all, really. But all these pressure on me is making me crack. The weight of your dreams that has been put on me for 22 years. Its really painful, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That no one cares, only makes it worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 22 years, I've always chose to shake it off after a night's sleep. But now, I'm just finding it hard to sleep everyday. And did you ever ask "why?" You just assumed that all I wanted to stay up for was to play games. You just assumed everything to be what you think it is. Have you ever wondered why I would want to stay up to watch Liverpool's matches? You blindly assumed that I just want to keep up to times, keep up to people around me, and my crazy support for a team I like. Did you ever wonder why I started loving Liverpool? All these, because if it weren't for Liverpool, I would have been dead by now, mentally, if not physically. They taught me never to give up no matter what circumstances. They taught me to fight for the things I love, that no matter what, don't give up, and believe that it will come, whatever that you're wishing for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do you even give a damn now? I'm not asking for anything. After all, for 22 years, I have not asked for anything pertaining to showing more concern or whatsoever. It doesn't matter now, really, it does not. I only wish, that this control that you think you still hold over me could be lifted. I'm 22, almost 23, I know what I'm doing, you really don't need to tell me what I'm doing. Just let me be "myself", please? Its a sincere plead, one that comes from my heart. But well, you all have never listened for 22 years, so I'm not really thinking that you all would suddenly open up your heart and ears to my heart and mouth. Listen, not hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every night, I'm just wishing that tonight will be the last night my tears fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2294349508714161245?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2294349508714161245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2294349508714161245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2294349508714161245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2294349508714161245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-u-assume.html' title='Why do u assume?'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7619324416487746343</id><published>2011-01-12T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T02:12:05.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its in</title><content type='html'>What's in? My emotions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're kinda taking over me now. Having realised so many things that I've missed out on, things that I've not done for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, I realised, all these started way before last May. It was during mid April I think, that such feelings came in. I didn't want to confirm them yet, cuz I thought it would be best to stay as good friends, cuz I really enjoyed the friendship. Then I wanted more, I wanted to be more than that. All these feelings felt natural, as long as I was with her. Doing these and that together, I thought to myself, "This is it, I won't back away from you anymore, I just want to hold you tight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came hols, I thought, oh yeah, finally can spend more time with you? But that was not to be. Perhaps, I dragged too long, perhaps u think my heart is not with you. You kinda disappeared from my life, and so, i buried those feelings. For 6 months, I chose to stay away from you, I was scared the feelings will come come back. SO after 6 months, I thought maybe, I've finally forgotten about you, that when I open the lid and get close to you again, those feelings won't come flooding back again. I was wrong, absolutely wrong, the moment I let you into my life again, the moment I decided to open up to you again, all those came flooding back. My feelings for you. Things that matter so much to me. You, that mattered to much to me. Not that I regret it, I don't regret letting these feelings come back to me at all. I just hope you just don't disappear from my life again like you did back then. This time, I won't hesitate, I really want you here, to be with me everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more why's and why-not's, its just what I feel for you. I won't walk away again, no matter what. So please, just listen to what I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7619324416487746343?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7619324416487746343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7619324416487746343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7619324416487746343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7619324416487746343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-in.html' title='its in'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5675623103893610566</id><published>2011-01-11T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:39:20.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day</title><content type='html'>2nd day of sch and i'm already thinking of which lectures to webcast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travelled from arts to science this afternoon to get from ssa lecture to st lecture. BAH! and i walked!! wthhhh. the stupid bus driver say those standing behind the yellow line get off the bus. SHIT! i'm standing ON IT!! zzzzzzzzzz. So i walked all the way from central lib bus stop to sci lt34. ): worth it? kinda, cuz i still got to the lt in time for the first slide. But seriously, its looking too easy a mod for me, st, i mean.  So yeah, hopefully this mod will turn out well for me, probably gonna go for all the st lectures, still can understand what he saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for SS, there's nothing to keep me going for the lectures. Firstly, arts, so hard to get there! Secondly, after 3 sems of not seeing her anywhere in school, AT ALL, i saw her standing outside my lt just before the lecture started. I was thinking, if she's taking the same mod, then bye bye, i'm gonna drop it. But apparently she isn't, but that is yet to be confirmed. But still, seeing her, it kinda, howta say, disgusts me? After what she has done to me, I don't see a need for me to respect her, at all. Thirdly, is of cuz the 15 mins for me to travel from arts to science, with bus, its still manageable, but walking is strictly no. SO i might not go for ss lects anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i've sure got lots to complain about my core mods. 2 mods, 2007 and 2011. 2007: its on ivle, but all the lecture notes, tutorials and stuffs are all locked. WTH!? i only hope it'll have webcast lectures. 2011: only the mod description is there yet, no postings by any lecturers or staff. What's worse? The lecturer for the lecture has not been confirmed yet. So wth? WTH!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...i'm really more than confirmed, so please, let it be you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5675623103893610566?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5675623103893610566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5675623103893610566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5675623103893610566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5675623103893610566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/2nd-day.html' title='2nd day'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3654762600071290794</id><published>2011-01-09T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:37:04.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not like me</title><content type='html'>Its not like me to blog in the afternoon, since normally all the creative juices and emotions come at night. But well, its kinda getting boring, since there's no one to talk to and I don't really feel like going out to get myself a pair of new shoes and sandals. The holes in my sandals and shoes are really kinda making me gao wei, especially that day when I was out with rachel and the rain water just seeped into my shoes from the hole. =/ Wet socks=sucky day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps its those talk cock sessions at night with jon and zongda that make me feel bored in the afternoon, cuz there's no one to talk cock with. LOL. But seriously, mcq? lol. looking at those options i give them, 5 out of 6 were simply unthinkable or never crossed my mind as someone I would want to be with. So that leaves only her, and right now, really, only one that matters is her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its really funny, when someone matters that much to you, everything she does or does not do for you seem so significant. Perhaps its cuz u're thinking about her more. Perhaps because every move she makes can make you cringe, or make you smile with happiness. I really don't know how to describe this feeling, but it feels great to have someone to care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really can't wait for the sem to start, and like always, to put what is wrong right, and to let what is right become even better. New year, new resolutions, new hopes, new me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3654762600071290794?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3654762600071290794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3654762600071290794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3654762600071290794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3654762600071290794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-like-me.html' title='Not like me'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-8642516103366956298</id><published>2011-01-06T04:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T05:09:52.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you just stay awake at night, unable to fall asleep, asking yourself, is it worth it, to do this or that for someone/something. So I looked at myself, why am I wide awake, in an army tee with army shorts, staring at the tv screen showing the score 2-0, where my Liverpool is trailing behind to a team we would have no problem beating 2 seasons ago, blackburn. What has befallen us? Is it because I'm not wearing a Liverpool jersey? Is it because I did not sing YNWA before the match started? I asked myself all these questions, but i know deep inside, it has nothing to do with me. And all the fault lies in one person, a bloke, called roy hodgson.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want our support? Let me tell you this, every man in Liverpool, every player that has ever played, every manager that has ever managed, they earn our respect through their behaviour, and whether they follow the Liverpool way. You? you want it? Try getting it after you get sacked. I can't even see Liverpool having a future under him. I hope I don't see him around by feb. We need the king back, we do not need a clown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needing something new, need an injection of life. Needing you, just the way you are, nothing more, nothing less. Just you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-8642516103366956298?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/8642516103366956298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=8642516103366956298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8642516103366956298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8642516103366956298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3492571024469083402</id><published>2011-01-05T02:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T03:03:40.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>Every night, I seem to be able to find a reason for myself to not fall asleep. Yesterday, it was because I wanted to finish watching gundam 00. Tomorrow, I foresee myself staying up for the Liverpool match, though the last time I stayed up, the results weren't that good. But its always good to have something to look forward to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's troubling me tonight? Well, for the past few nights, it wasn't really anything emotionally troubling for me, but just my own persistence to not go to sleep to do things I enjoy before the sem break ends. So what's going on tonight? First of all, I wanted to watch the magic show which I missed during the 8pm timeslot. Then, after that, there was bai fen bai. But seriously, I know all these are not the real reasons for myself staying up. Yes, I'm worried about you. Very much. Get some sleep, don't fall sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall not say that much anymore. Tonight, i'm just worried. So, tell me, why do you mean so much to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember your first profile pic, I still remember your first display pic, I still remember the first time we clicked on that "video chat" button, I still remember all the firsts. Do you remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3492571024469083402?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3492571024469083402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3492571024469083402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3492571024469083402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3492571024469083402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6435396342476286553</id><published>2011-01-04T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T04:47:27.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EH!?</title><content type='html'>That was exactly what I shouted out in my heart after watching Gundam 00 movie. Seriously!!! The anime was great and all, but they had to add this shit to pull down the whole series? Instead of giving the fans a much needed fanfare, with amazing gundams and stuff, they came up with a lousy plot, bad gundam designs, and as usual for gundam movies, the inevitable destruction of the gundams at the end of the movie, kinda brought me back to the wingz days where i saw my beloved angel gundam crashing and burning to nothingness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EH!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, but seriously, i'm not here to talk about gundams. And not about reflections too, as I've had done plenty of that in my previous 2 posts. So what am I here to talk about? I seriously have no idea. What follows might be gibberish, but it is all down to the fact that I can't fall asleep now. And I wonder why. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needing an injection of life again. Yes, certain stuffs have given me hope, but I found myself slacking at home for the past few days, and right now, I just can't wait for school to reopen. So many things to do, so many things to pick up from where I've left them, so many people I want to spend time with, so many modules to take, so many tutorials to do. You might think I'm crazy looking forward to school reopening, but well, if it does not begin, then when will it end? The next 3-4 months will be hectic, but all I wish is to find time to do what I want, to spend time with the person I want to spend time with so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden, I just wanna go out with you everyday like we did the other day. To me, it seemed the most fun and fulfilling day of the whole december break. So many outings that I had went out for, so many gatherings, yet, one single trip with you felt so much better. At least I didn't feel left out, at least I felt needed, at least I didn't feel a need to contain myself, at least I had all to talk about, at least I had all to listen to, at least...I had you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly felt like singing zhi shao hai you ni. hmmmm, maybe all I need is a k session soon. But then again, school is reopening, and I doubt I would be able to squeeze in any time this school term for fun stuffs as such. With the 6 mods, with the RT sessions, everything points to a packed sem 4, but hopefully, you will be there, and hopefully, my life would be so much better with you around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;至少还有你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Sometimes I ask myself this alot, what would life be like if I've never met you. Perhaps I wouldn't have gone through so much only to realise that I still like you alot? Perhaps I wouldn't have know how it feels like, to have someone there already, yet I didn't notice? Perhaps I wouldn't have known what it means to lose someone only to realise how important she is to me. I wouldn't have been me. We wouldn't have been us. You, will still be you, always smiling to me, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Always, it is a strong word. How I've been hurt by this word so much before, but now, I only want to say it to you. I'll "always" be there, so that whenever you get hurt or felt lonely, you can say to me, "At least I still have you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;You're the only one that made me really think that it doesn't matter whether you're there for me, I just want to be here for you. Its not about how much I'm going to get from you, its always, about how much I'm willing to give to you. And i'll give you my all, for you're the only one that needs to know what's going through my mind, I only want you to know. I only want to tell you those 3 words that mean so much to me. If only I could hear those 3 words from you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Bah, its getting late, and for all I know, you're probably not gonna read this anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;I've said this before, like was it 7 months ago? The key is with you, you already have it in your hands, and its up to you whether you want to open it. I'll be right here waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6435396342476286553?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6435396342476286553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6435396342476286553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6435396342476286553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6435396342476286553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/eh.html' title='EH!?'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-4426533055662579480</id><published>2011-01-02T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:13:33.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Its finally here, the year that i look so much forward to, partly due to the fact that 2010 wasn't exactly a good year for me, with plenty of downs rather than ups, but i'm kinda glad it ended on a high, for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the last few moments of 2010 at rachel's place, with great food and games. Managed to help rachel win some money so that I wouldn't feel that bad for winning money from her all the time. haha. The mee siam was great, and so was the dessert, her mom's cooking is simply magnificent. hahaha. Then we spent the remaining time after mahjong to watch tv and stuff. Can't believe we actually sat in front of a tv to "admire" the fireworks. hahaha. Then as everyone went to sleep, andrew and I decided to play dota, partly becuz rachel said she wanted to see us play, or maybe just her ploy to get us to do something else so that she can go and sleep. hahaha. But well, yeah, spent the first few hours of the new year playing dota. =.= hahaha, but was fun trying out new heroes. And after counting the number of matches played on new year's day, we actually played 6 rounds with our pheonix-tuskarr combi. kinda lame, but fun nevertheless. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as usual, I shall leave some time to set new year resolutions for a year that I look forward to, in every ways possible. Academically, health, love, life, everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Draw that fallen angel image that I had in mind for the past couple of months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Seriously pick up a guitar and LEARN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Get my spanish better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Try to hit 30km non-stop by Sundown marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Make her happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Pull up my cap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Spend more time with the people I love (i.e family and you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) To attend all lectures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) To complete all tutorials and assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) To be less angsty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) To treat everyone with respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) To love myself more than anything else except for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) To set my mind on what I want and never look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that seems like alot, and I personally feel that number 9 and 10 are the hardest. hahahaha. Well, as for number 5, I've already told myself, this time I would have to act fast, I won't let the chance slip by me again. I've already missed the chance one, I will not let you go, ever again. You are everything to me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4426533055662579480?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4426533055662579480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4426533055662579480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4426533055662579480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4426533055662579480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-1910667980304153413</id><published>2010-12-30T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:08:57.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why?</title><content type='html'>That I feel this way. Why is it that I want to cry on such a night? My mood was alright in the morning, yeah, Liverpool lost and stuff, but well, walking around this morning got my mood up a bit, perhaps cuz it felt like taking a break away from the usual stuff I do in the morning at home. In truth, I actually didn't mind waking up early and going 2 places, I wonder why. Then it was movie time, Little Fockers, totally laughed myself off. I love the fockers. Always able to make me laugh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then xiao long bao. Ok la, the food was great, the company was good. But in truth, I kinda got bored when they started talking about ese ppl and stuff, feels so...out of place. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As to why I feel like crying, perhaps it was a realisation I came upon after the day's events. Or rather, my thought process throughout the day, with all the travelling, talking to different ppl, experiencing different commuters' reactions on MRT, and a mixture of some books I read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, where shall I start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, perhaps, I should start on what happened on the MRT in the afternoon, when we were making our way down to funan from science park, thanks to the sci park outlet being one for scanner repairs. =/ Seriously, I don't see the point in rushing for the exit when the train hasn't even stopped yet. And that's the problems with humans, we tend to hurry ourselves up, but why can't we just slow our pace down and appreciate the things around us? We like to hurry, and to complain that why things must be so fast, but have we ever thought that, the things that are fast aren't the things we complain about but it is just us, driven by our greed. Driven by our desire for something better. Sometimes, its just better to slow down, learn to appreciate every bit and parcel of our life, and perhaps, this world will be a better world. -without ppl squeezing their way to get out of a train when almost half of the ppl are getting out-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, its great once in awhile to go to places where you have not been to for a long long time with different ppl. It gives you a different feeling altogether and a different perspective of a place that used to leave me with memories, albeit some are painful ones to remember. Can't remember when was the last time I went to funan, though I could vividly remember who I went with the last time. It left me with bad memories of the place, and perhaps why I never stepped foot in that place for like, almost half a year? or perhaps more. Today it felt a bit different. Maybe because of a change of mood caused by the Liverpool loss, which led me to this particular thought in the morning: "No matter how sad I feel about the loss, I shall not let my emo-ness be felt by whoever I'm going out with. I need to lighten up my mood, no matter what, and a change of pace from the usual pace I've been moving at." Feels good to be talking about other stuff that won't make me emo over Liverpool. And it feels good to talk to ppl, something which I enjoy, something which I will touch on later on, regarding communication. But yeah, at least I think I didn't allow my emo-ness to be felt by chong this morning, although I was pretty much tired. Though I'm sorry to my brudders and huiru for being so "not-myself" at dinner, where I didn't really talk much, and perhaps, felt abit out of place when they were talking about ese stuff, where I tried to pretend that I understand, and perhaps a bit interested, when in actual fact, I was pretty much tired out to be interested in anything. Sorry for pretending, I was simply, too tired after being out the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, let's not talk about that. Well then, on the way back home, huiru was saying how similar the time required to travel from cityhall to clementi/tampines is. Then I realised, how I'm gonna have to travel 40 mins to get to tanah merah tml, =/ Not that I don't like travelling, in fact, I enjoy this time when I can just plug in to my earphones, play my "air-drums", and think about stuff that I wouldn't think of otherwise. Perhaps, I'm a person who likes to think. Also, observing people around me makes me understand myself more through the way I respond to things happening around me. For example today, I realised how vulnerable I am to the word "sorry". There was this parent with his 2 daughters on the train. Well, it was the peak hour train, so it was the no-seats kind of train, and I was leaning against the walls of the train. Then his daughters started playing and he was playing with them as well. Not that I dislike kids playing on the train, normally I would have no qualms about it. But well, the younger one kept fidgeting and banging into me, so naturally, I was quite pissed off. But when the parent said, "sorry", I just smiled back and said, "its alright". As if that's my favourite phrase, "its alright". It might seem like a nice kind of reaction to other ppl, but to me, it just showed how vulnerable I am to such words. How I fail to be angry when I should be. Like how I was pretty upset with someone when that person didn't turn up for an event a few weeks back, cuz of certain commitments, but when she said "sorry", I just said "its alright". I mean, well, yeah, I couldn't fault her for that, but I don't know, its like, back then, it really mattered alot to me, not that it matters now (which perhaps, I will touch on later).  Then, I was also reminded of how I should have been angry with xiumin/soohuey for what they did to me in the past, but when they said "sorry", all the angst, all gone, and all was left was forgiveness. Should I really be such a person? I mean, ppl say i'm nice at all, but is being nice really the way to go? Maybe I'm being too nice for my own good? Being nice, at the expense of my own well-being, maybe I shouldn't be like that? Maybe I should have been a bastard and not turn up for things cuz I'm just simply, too tired? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, this is really turning out to be a long blog post, perhaps just too many things going on in my mind at the moment. Just a recap on the things I wanted to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Communication&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Someone that mattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, actually these 2 are closely related, so perhaps I can cover in one long paragraph? hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrying on, communication. I feel that really, in a relationship, be it between friends or someone you want to be with, its all about communication. In order for a friendship to be great, I just feel that communication is of utmost importance. Never running out of topics in one thing. Another thing is the way someone makes you feel when you're talking to him/her. There are only a handful of people I enjoy talking to, cuz topics never seem to run out, and we can continue talking for ages, without me thinking of what to say. Then there are those, who I can just stand there and think of what to say and end up saying nothing. Am I a boring person? Or perhaps both parties are the same type of people, boring in nature? Then how do you explain why I can talk to some people non-stop? This in turn led me into thinking, so, do I really like her? This is also how tessa led me into thinking seriously about my feelings, about where my heart truly lies. It is hard to get into a relationship when you can't even communicate. It is hard when the feelings are one-sided. If communication is present, at least the feelings can get across. But when there is no such bridge known as communication, the feelings will never get to her. Its like trying to jump over a wall, when you know its impossible. And slowly, these feelings will disappear. If the feelings were mutual though, it would be a different story, cuz communication will definitely come naturally as time wears on. Perhaps, its also the realization that all I was trying to do was to bury my feelings for someone else which in fact surfaced recently, which I can't explain why. Suddenly, it became clear to me what I want, and that, what I wanted previously was to get away. It was then that I realised, there was probably no feelings at all in the first place towards this someone. @#$%, this is getting confusing for me when I try not to mention names. But whatever, I think that's enough regarding communication and someone that mattered. Simply put, someone that mattered doesn't matter anymore (probably becuz of me realising that I don't matter to her at all too), while someone that truly matters has always been there, and I went one big round just to arrive at this conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, truly matter to me, and I hope one day, I can say these words to you:"You really mean alot to me. You make me happy, you make me smile, and I just want to do anything I can to keep your smile. I can't promise you wealth, but I can promise you happiness and a heart of gold that will never melt. Simply put, I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-1910667980304153413?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/1910667980304153413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=1910667980304153413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1910667980304153413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1910667980304153413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell me why?'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5110185398600253152</id><published>2010-12-29T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:23:47.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you make me feel</title><content type='html'>M.J's song. The way you make me feel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, its all about how you make me feel. On one side, talking to her makes me feel like, hmmm, my decision's probably right. How I don't feel any communication from her, at all. Its like, she doesn't make me feel needed at all, that to her, i'm something that is replaceable, something that is not important, something, yeah, something. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other side, there's one that makes me feel that I'm needed. She, who makes talking so much more enjoyable. She, who makes me feel like, yeah, there's so much more to talk about. Its all about communication, and that, I feel, that there is a connection between us. Its not as if I never had these feelings towards her, it was always there, but for a period of time, I chose to bury it. But now, I decided, the feelings for her never disappeared, so why should I hide it anymore? Why should I attempt to pour feelings into someone else when someone is already there for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How she makes me feel. Two different "she"s,  two different feelings, One decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is not even a need to think about it anymore. It feels more like, woah, suddenly, there's nothing to talk about. Its like what I used to always do was to get closer to you, but when what really matters, is to be close in the first place, b4 I decided on anything. I made a mistake, an amateurish mistake, but I'm glad I pulled out before it started hurting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel, and i'm sure, that this is the right decision. "you" are not the one. you are the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I dunno whether I shld be glad about my winnings, i'm just riding on this luck, which to me seems like a dilemma. If I could choose between love and gambling, it would be love. But well, while it lasts, I'll just ride on it till love comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5110185398600253152?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5110185398600253152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5110185398600253152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5110185398600253152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5110185398600253152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/way-you-make-me-feel.html' title='The way you make me feel'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5221344381099630743</id><published>2010-12-25T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:26:39.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>To me, the year hasn't been that great a year at all. Plenty of emotional downs, and it almost ended in a very down mood. But thanks to my dear brudder, TESSA~ hahaha. Totally cleared up my mind, and i'm alot clearer of what I want to do, who I want to be with, and what kind of a person I want to be infront of others. No more facades, I just wanna be myself. Being clear about your feelings is all that matters now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm able to face 2011 in a brand new perspective, with new hopes, new dreams, new targets, and perhaps, a life to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna say goodbye to my emo self and move forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost half a year of letting my heart wander around someone and to realise in the end, that I only ignore what my heart was truly shouting to me. What my heart was telling me all the while, was to persevere. I tried doing that for one person, that mattered alot to me, but perhaps, no matter what I do for her, I'm just another guy. But a wake-up call for me, and now I'm back to being a happy me. Or rather, someone with things to look forward to. Hopes and dreams, friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letting myself back into life, giving myself another chance to live a happier life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's wish, with all my heart, and the million stars in the night sky, that 2011 will be a good one, for myself, for my family, for my friends, for those I love, for those I treasure (i actually type "travel" instead of treasure). Hopefully, this nomadic heart of mine could finally find a place to settle down, a place for my heart to call home. My heart is tired, but i'm still gonna give it another go, for myself, for a reason to live on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011, here I come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5221344381099630743?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5221344381099630743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5221344381099630743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5221344381099630743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5221344381099630743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2794059327619096227</id><published>2010-12-24T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:39:14.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This heart of mine</title><content type='html'>You have no idea what I'm going through. I feel like my heart is being pulled apart. Its bringing me everywhere except for a place for it to settle down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trapped in the past, the present and the future. Have I really moved on? Or am I just looking for an excuse in you? I admit, there was a time when you really made me feel like giving my all, made me feel that you're the best in the world, like you're the only one that really matters, like you're the only one i want to protect in this whole world. But no, you drifted away. Perhaps it was my fault? cuz I never tried talking to you about how much you meant to me? Or perhaps you were just pushing me away? That, I guess, I'll never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there was someone else, I thought I had already forgotten about all those feelings in the past. But no, those feelings, they're flowing back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these are leaving my heart in an ever confused state. Trapped in such confusion that I have no idea what to do now. Who do I tell all these to? I can't find anyone. But what the heck, I don't need anyone to tell me what to do. Advice, I do not need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, how I felt when I thought I lost the elmo dangling on my bag, and how relieved and happy I was when I found it lying around at home. I mean, it made me realise how much it really meant to me. Perhaps, I got attacked at this emotional low state that I felt so affected that made me think maybe I still have feelings for the one who gave it to me. You were once so important. Keyword: Once. No more. Its the past, I love the memories you left me. I love everything that you gave me. I loved you. But it doesn't matter to us now, for we don't even talk to each other like friends anymore. We have both changed, doesn't matter what those 2 years together meant to us individually. We thought we were meant to be, you thought you would marry me. But fate brought us here, you with another guy, me? My heart is trapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tell me, what should I do? What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need is a confirmation. Something to make me confirm my feelings. Or perhaps, I shouldn't think about all these at all. 既来之则安之, I guess the best move is to take it one step at a time. Perhaps, I should follow my heart. Like what tessa said, maybe, perhaps, I'm just forcing myself to like this girl when the feelings are already not there. My heart, where will u bring me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2794059327619096227?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2794059327619096227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2794059327619096227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2794059327619096227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2794059327619096227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-heart-of-mine.html' title='This heart of mine'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2540133936307680634</id><published>2010-12-21T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T02:25:50.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Woah, damn tired after a long day, didn't sleep much, dun ask me why, I know why, some people probably know why, but the rest probably have no freaking idea. Well, whatever. Tried cleaning up the house abit b4 ppl came, then went to buy the food for the bbq at 2pm. Quite fun shopping for food, reminds me of those days when I used to buy groceries just to cook, for someone, that is. Bah, I miss my cooking, not you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went back to my place to try to marinate, then te di went to pick tessa up and she dared to say my driving sucks. THANKS AH BRUDDER....then went back everyone was playing pes 2011 liao. lol, end up bbq started at 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The watermelon was nice, the chocolate fudge was nice too, so was the tang yuan! haha. The turn up was rather good too. Though more ppl were expected to come but, yeah, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially tired now, but for some reason, I can't fall asleep, and its not about the results, I was never one to worry about results so tml means another holiday to me. Trapped in this constant thinking of the words of miyamoto musashi. Yeah, miyamoto musashi, the greatest japanese warrior of all time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read up alot about him, and woah, master of all trades man, from swordsmanship to painting to writing, there seems like nothing he does not know. I mean, woah, is it possible for humans? If it is, then I would like to try. To concentrate on whatever I am doing, to put in a 100%. And to observe everything at its largest scale, to look at everything, to be detailed, yet general. To relax, yet to concentrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These late nights, I hate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2540133936307680634?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2540133936307680634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2540133936307680634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2540133936307680634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2540133936307680634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-9170865708872450305</id><published>2010-12-20T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:28:32.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of a song</title><content type='html'>While bathing. But after I came out, it seemed that the bath washed all the lyrics and tune away, so i'm sitting down here with all night long to think about that song. I thought it sounded nice when i was singing it while bathing. Maybe I should get back into the bathroom to try to recall the tune. lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah, after 1 hour...can't think of anything to pen down. suckssssssss. shall find other things to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-9170865708872450305?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/9170865708872450305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=9170865708872450305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/9170865708872450305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/9170865708872450305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/thought-of-song.html' title='Thought of a song'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5071351323384838881</id><published>2010-12-18T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:08:22.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tested</title><content type='html'>My patience, that is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, this world, its testing my patience. This anger that I've tried so hard to curb. But no, it has to happen every single time. I'm losing my patience with the people around me. Don't make me do so much to tell me something else and with you doing something else in the end. WTf? Who the hell do you think I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fk this world, pissing me off. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if i'm the only one who's free enough to do all these things, FOR YOU ALL!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like doing anything anymore. Can I just fk it and say NO!? I don't want to do anything for anyone who do not know how to appreciate. Not feeling appreciated, at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really trying to keep the anger in, but, the limits are really being tested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, if u think i'm angry with you, its probably not you. If i ever tell you that i will never be angry with you, i mean it, for life. BUT, there are some ppl who just like to take advantage of my "nvm, its alright" attitude. FFS, i feel like a hypocrite, being nice to ppl and yet feeling angry inside. But really, i'm forced to be angry. Sometimes, I just feel like, I shouldn't even be nice to ppl, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had to feel like crying at a time like this. Fuck me. How much I need someone to talk it over with and all you could say was "haha" or "lol". Tell me why, that the only person I feel like talking to is you, yet, you can't even understand? Can I tell you that its you? Can I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big WHY. like seriously. WHY!? why do I hate this world so much yet I yearn for the love of humans. WHY!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5071351323384838881?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5071351323384838881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5071351323384838881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5071351323384838881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5071351323384838881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/tested.html' title='Tested'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-1210781092859343781</id><published>2010-12-17T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T03:16:13.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>Of my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much, still the same old me, running hard, away from my problems, trying to grasp the future. Just that lately, I somehow couldn't pick up my pace in running. Everytime I start running, I just feel like puking. Wonder why. Fitness level drop? Body refusing to do work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the things that I've said I wanted to do before the holidays, well. Halfway there? Learn guitar: haven't even started. Learn dance: couldn't find the time to. Run at least 30km non-stop at the end of the sem break: HAHA, no chance. Learn spanish: trying hard! Talk to her more: at least more than during exam period, bah. I'm really trying very hard ok! I also want things to turn out fine between us. I want her to know how I feel. I'm trying very hard to show it, but i'm just hoping it wun scare her away. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, really asking myself what I want in life. What I have achieved so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Being really good at something: Well, I would say for a period of time, I've been really good in CO? Doing something I like so much, feeling the anxiety before a performance, having a sense of achievement when the applause rains down on you after it.  JC made me hate CO though, when it became a means of getting into a JC. Made me see how teachers-in-charge really dun care and just want you to perform. Life's not as naive as I thought it was anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) To fall in love: That I did, but in the end, I still fell from love. Following my heart for 22 years, letting the heart do the talking when the mind thinks otherwise. In a way, I've come to know my heart really well. When it comes to really liking someone, I realise how I tend to fall short at communication. I realised, I tend to shy away from my words for fear that I might say something wrong. But really, I really do care about her, and I really do like her alot and would love to give her the best. Love, something so elusive, yet something we need so much. Follow my heart, I will, to that hearty smile of yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)To enjoy life: Really, I suppose I do enjoy my life? At least I enjoy at least 3 out of my 5 mods every sem. At least during sem break, I let myself lose and breathe in every single happiness that life has to offer. I do, enjoy life. But its just the something that's missing? Someone to enjoy it with. Omg, please, just tell me, how to make you fall in love with me, or...have you already done so? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lotsa dreams of me dying and regretting the things that I have NOT done while I was alive. I want to live a life without regrets, but its really hard, isn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side-note, running out of mangas to read, nothing new, nothing nice, though To-LOVE-Ru Darkness looks like a good series to start on, but was instantly reminded of how the first series got turned into a fan-service manga halfway thru. Or perhaps it had the intention of being one since the start. Nya, i'm bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-1210781092859343781?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/1210781092859343781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=1210781092859343781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1210781092859343781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1210781092859343781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-1816354908948860083</id><published>2010-12-09T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T02:14:24.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Something hurts, and I don't even know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall start off with some stuff that has been popping up on my health lately. Random pains in the leg, well, the pains actually came back after the marathon. So i'm actually thinking twice about going for sundown, but knowing me, I would probably sign up for it in the end. My recovery run today was a complete disappointment. 2km, yeah, but I felt like vomitting all the way. Something's wrong, very wrong, and I dunno wad's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our past, its something that makes us grow into what we are. But once it has achieved its purpose, we should let it go. Letting our past go. Not like i'm the best at dealing with the pain of losing loved ones, but, whatever, what matters is what we think, and what we have loved. The time spent together, is not something that can be forgotten, but something that we shld bury if we are to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I still managed to talk to her, felt normal, maybe I was just thinking too much. Maybe she wanted to talk to me as much as I had wanted to talk to her? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly wanted to watch alot of movies again, especially 3 idiots and a walk to remember. Dunno why, these 2 movies were the ones that resonated really well with me during the exam period, and i just feel like watching them over again in a relaxed mood. Shall find time to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like working tml, somemore gotta collect laptop and stuff. So mafan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-1816354908948860083?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/1816354908948860083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=1816354908948860083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1816354908948860083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1816354908948860083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-4701823838565763747</id><published>2010-12-05T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:29:05.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finisher of 44.195km</title><content type='html'>2km more than the usual marathon, thanks to lousy bag collection planning by organisers. But still, I think this'll be my last standchart, unless adidas comes along and organise again. Get an adidas standchart finisher then i can say goodbye to standchart for life. Only wanna run sundown from now on, prefer the night. I hate the SUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one word i saw on amoy street kept me running, well, at least for 21km. Name of a shop, that resonated with something on my back. Something i refused to show kayden. Hahahaha. But..."you" kept me running. (: though you dun really know who you are to me, but, thank you!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about those you love, it'll keep you running. ruNNing is Love! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4701823838565763747?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4701823838565763747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4701823838565763747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4701823838565763747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4701823838565763747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/finisher-of-44195km.html' title='Finisher of 44.195km'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-8853110020991449020</id><published>2010-12-03T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T02:41:46.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不要来烦我!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what am I to you now, but to me, you were once everything. SO, stop diminishing your worth in my eyes!! Cuz I'm just starting to find you so irritating that its getting pretty much impossible just to stay on as friends with you. Get what I mean? Then learn those two words that suit you so well. Starts with F, ends with F. Requiesta in pace in my heart, you shall. You no longer have a place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day after exams, thought all the stress were finally gone. Last paper wasn't easy at all, and it turned out to be the one that i'm least confident in. Watched harry potter, IN CINEMA!! never once watched it in cinema before so i was thinking of not wanting to break the record. But, yeah, so-so. What a bloody cliff-hanger. Then queued up for starbucks free coffee at cathay. haha. Java chip, no whip cream please! nb, one big fat topping of whip cream on my java chip.... Then got my limited ed AC: Brotherhood! YEAH! went home straightaway started on it le. But really, its not something kids should play. All the wrong values being taught. haha. Trying to rebuild rome, no money, and what do you do? You steal from the people you're trying to help. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN. YOU. YOU FREAKING HAD TO IRRITATE ME!? so damn fking pissed. One more time, and i dun think i'll hesitate blocking you. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't this world just let me have a peace of mind? Let me enjoy the things I want to do. Let me have time to do the things I want to do. Let me have a peace of mind when I'm going about doing these things, instead of having to worry about this and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stand Chart this Sunday. No matter what, I guess, I just have to keep on running. Whether there's motivation or not.. I'm just, still, too scared to tell you anything. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-8853110020991449020?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/8853110020991449020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=8853110020991449020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8853110020991449020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8853110020991449020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='不要来烦我!'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14332748.post-7843573987207543696</id><published>2010-11-14T03:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:40:54.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The word</title><content type='html'>I've held back on using this word for everything i publish, be it on twitter, facebook, blog. For so long, no matter how angry I was, I refused to use this word. But now, one person made me want to use this word so much. I hereby dedicate this blog post to him, this one guy, that made me want to scold FUCK for so many times I hope it screws the idea into his fucking head.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That person is none other than the fucking manager of my beloved Liverpool, roy hodgson. You're so fucked up you don't even deserve to have the first letter of your names in caps, cuz you're simply not up to the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all who don't watch football, or have no idea who Liverpool's manager is. Good for you. Cuz you do not need to know this fucked up guy called roy hodgson who plays long ball tactics. If you wonder what's that, simply put, its when a defender gets the ball, if he can't hoof the ball forward, he passes it back to the keeper so that the keeper can hoof it forward, hoping that the forward can get the ball, somehow. Well, for teams like fulham, you can do that, cuz basically, they have no skills on the feet whatsoever, they can get the ball in the air 50-50. But for players like Torres, Gerrard, Maxi, Meireles and co who have great feet, that is simply not the tactic to go. FUCK YOU ROY, this is not fulham. This is Liverpool. This is Anfield, and I simply do not welcome you here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was once a great manager at Liverpool, Sir Rafa Benitez, who sadly, was sacked by stupid owners who didn't know how good a manager he was. At least he didn't play long balls. ANd he's surely better than this fucker called roy. Simply put, fucking roy doesn't have the caliber to handle a great team such as Liverpool itself. I expect his post-match comments to be something like, "We played good football, but credit to stoke, they managed to get 2 goals and its good for tony pulis." Loser-attitude. Never admitting his own mistakes. Oblivious to the fact that his tactics simply do not suit Liverpool, at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, when we're down 1-0 at half-time or even held to a 0-0 draw, I still had faith in the team. This time, I had faith in the team too, but I had no faith in the guy called roy. What a Fucker he is. Even the word Fucker deserves a cap as the first letter. But roy doesn't. Simply put, he's one big fucker. So fucking passive, never taking the first step to make a change. I've never seen any Liverpool manager as bad as him. As bad as Rafa's rotation policy was, it still churned out results and trophies and champions league football. With this guy, I would be laughing if we were still in Europa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope the owners would do something about this fucker called roy. Because, he's not Liverpool quality, and so are the players he bought in that were under him before. Only Meireles and Joe Cole looked like decent signings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7843573987207543696?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7843573987207543696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7843573987207543696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7843573987207543696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7843573987207543696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/11/word.html' title='The word'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2237493532062035942</id><published>2010-11-12T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:11:48.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>This world, void of it. At least that's what I feel right now. Since the start of the sem, i've found this sem pretty monotonous with all those studying and stuff. Haven't really found time to go out and enjoy myself ever since mid-terms. Perhaps, its the realisation that this sem wldn't be as easy as the previous ones. Or perhaps, its the realisation that I'm smart, but lazy, and the only way to pull up my CAP is to put in hard work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these, with the occasional indulgences in gaming, has led to less time with other stuff. Plus the fact that I'm more conscious of my fitness now as compared to the past, the runs and gyms had eaten up alot of my time. Coupled with so many things that I want to learn, like guitar and dancing, I really found no time for the one thing that I've spent 20 odd years on looking for. That one thing, called love. Somehow, I couldn't find the time for the one person that I care alot about. I have no excuses for that, except that I feel sorry that I'm not doing enough to make her feel that I really do have feelings for her. Not that we are together yet, but I guess it is still something that a person must do in order to let the other party feel your sincerity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these, I have not done. I really wish for all these studies and stuff to end soon, cuz, we really needta talk. I need to tell you how much you mean to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2237493532062035942?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2237493532062035942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2237493532062035942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2237493532062035942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2237493532062035942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3016118804089153745</id><published>2010-11-08T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:58:56.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's BACK~</title><content type='html'>totally on a high now, so instead of sleeping, shall blog b4 getting some rest. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muahaha, Liverpool's finally back to winning ways!! With Torres back, and Lucas looking good, seems like the only way is UP for us! hahaha. Go Liverpool! YNWA!!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, very long since i last ran. After nike run, all i've been doing were snacking/slacking and the occasional gyming. =/ Time to step it up b4 stand chart comes. Somehow, the motivation was lost, somehow. Trying so hard to find it back now. I have no idea what keeps me running anymore, but I'll do my best tml. 12km! I'm gonna conquer you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalala, HEP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3016118804089153745?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3016118804089153745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3016118804089153745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3016118804089153745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3016118804089153745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/11/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s BACK~'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7821703685381874897</id><published>2010-11-06T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T02:04:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song</title><content type='html'>suddenly wanted to write a chinese song. Can't be too sure of the date, but..just randomly chose a date that kinda makes it easier to sing (i think). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;男：&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;七月二日晴&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我带着平常心去感应&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这世界变化无穷的情景&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;却没想到会在此刻动心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;女：&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;七月二日阴&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我带着笑容等爱降临&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;等了这么久也没有动静&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你却在此刻握住我手心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, if only these feelings were true for you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to study! owell, its time to slp first! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7821703685381874897?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7821703685381874897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7821703685381874897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7821703685381874897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7821703685381874897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/11/song.html' title='song'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-8128739267342594604</id><published>2010-10-29T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:09:19.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Used to</title><content type='html'>I used to write alot, alot about my past, alot about the present, alot about what i want in the future. Remembering those ns days, when the little notebook was there, where i just wrote how i felt, what i felt, who i feel for in that little notebook. Its gone now, no thanks to the many drills we did in 39 sce where the stuff in my lbv just end up getting wet. How I used to write all the loves, all the hates, all the wants, all about you, who was once so important to me. How insignificant we are to each other now, I really can't believe it anymore. Tonight, I just want to let go of all the school work that has been bothering me so much, and just sit down infront of my com, and blog, and blog, and blog. You can read this, I don't care. You can tag on the tagboard, it doesn't really matter, afterall, its being infested by spammers rather than friends. =/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, alot of things have happened. All because of one thing that you didn't say, we ended up like this. Could have been better, no? We could have stayed as really good friends. We could still be together. I didn't choose this path, you did. You chose it for us. Why did you have to blame me in the end for whatever that has happened to your life whenever you quarrel with your bf? Its got nothing to do with me. Absolutely not. So why? What wrong is there in me, when I told you to stop bothering me whenever you feel down cuz of your bf. You saw it coming, didn't you? You wanted the best of both worlds. You wanted my care even after breaking up. I gladly obliged for 2 years, but no. I've had enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I'm actually a bit glad for all these. At least I'm not bothered by you anymore. But how we look at each other now, its as if all those happy memories we ever had were just things of fiction. As if they never happened. Why can't lovers break up and be friends? For 2 years, we thought we could do it, but you had to step over the boundary. You had to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very often I lay on my bed at night thinking of those nights when we used to spend it together, watching tv, and just spending quality time together. That, was until you left me disillusioned with whoever you are. You changed, and you don't matter to me that much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even till now, if you say you still want to be friends, I have no qualms about it. Just that, if you ever think of stepping over the boundary again, I would have to say, no way. No chance in hell, will I let you ruin my life again. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penultimately, I just want my life to be a better one, better than what it is now. Better than what I had hoped for when I was together with you. Now that I've set my heart on someone else, you are just a thing in the past. Someone whom I want to give her my all. Someone, who makes me smile when I see her smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever wondered what it means to be able to do something that you wanted to do your whole life? Somehow, I just think that this is it. This is something that I wanna do for her. I want to give my all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having said that, alot of things are still tying me down to earth. This earth which I look down on, which I despise. How do I say this? I mean, all the people around, are just...hai. Don't wanna say it. But yeah, is this world really worth saving? Or should it just be doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, actually, the point of this post, I seriously don't see it anymore. Suddenly lost interest in writing, but i'll continue soon. I hope, when more thoughts flow into my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up and down again. I shall continue from where I left off. The more I think about it, the more i'm pissed. Perhaps, I shouldn't even think about it, but yeah, I doubt it will never get out of my mind? Something that will bug me for life. When you lose something significant, its never the same again, and the scar will stay. Stop telling me to forgive and forget. When you've never been through it, you can say that easily. Forgive, I did. Forget, I tried. Remember, you made me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it wrong to hope for the best? Is it wrong to fall in love with someone? If its not wrong, then why is everything and everyone making it so hard for my life to go on like I want it to be? Avoiding her, just so that people won't start talking about it. Ended up in this kind of friendship? Not something I hoped for. I could only look at her from afar, happy that she's happy. Why does it always have to turn out this way. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason. That's what many people call me by. I don't even have a reason to live on. Or do I? I'm just moving on, pressing on. With what purpose? Life's a bitch we have to live with as long as we are alive. Girl, you made me fall in love with you, but still, is it something that I can live without? I'm not sure anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, I would end off with some quote, some song, or just plain random rant. But whatever, this will be the end of this post. And there's actually a hidden code in it. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-8128739267342594604?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/8128739267342594604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=8128739267342594604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8128739267342594604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8128739267342594604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/used-to.html' title='Used to'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2423409396352254364</id><published>2010-10-25T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T02:02:09.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run</title><content type='html'>Nike run this morning. First nike run I had, but seriously, i didn't really enjoyed it as much as I hoped I would. Mainly becuz of the overwhelming crowd and the "walkers" of the run. Running past first wave ppl who were walking, running into jogging ppl. Bah. But i managed to press on despite my left leg going numb after the 6km mark. Main point is, i pressed on. After the run, was telling huiru i pang seh murong to run on, then she said run alone very lonely. =/ -shrug- just me to run alone? Normally running with other ppl will mess up my pace, so usually ran alone. Its all about the strength in mind that kept me going? One thought, that if I run finish as fast as I could, something good would happen? and well, in a way, it did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stand chart coming up next, seriously, thinking twice. What did I sign myself up for? My legs are getting worse with every run, i just dunno why. But press on, I hope I can do it. I hope that someone would be at the finishing line waiting, but I guess, that's too much to ask for, for now. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding something you love, and going all out for it/her. That's the best life can offer. I'll press on, for I know, you'll never walk alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2423409396352254364?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2423409396352254364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2423409396352254364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2423409396352254364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2423409396352254364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/run.html' title='run'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-8517270575108239609</id><published>2010-10-22T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T04:16:16.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>i dunno why, just felt like writing, at this hour somemore. I dunno, just that I feel that studies have left me out of touch with alot of things around me. Like how I would choose to study over going out with frens. Perhaps its because of my time management? Prioritising studies, followed by keeping myself fit by running and gymming. People I hang out with are those that I study with. Losing touch with all the other friends that used to study together, laugh together, play together. What has school transformed us into? Beings that do not give a damn about those around you, just wanna get the CAP up? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I can't wait for the sem break to come. Sort out my thoughts, my emotions, my time. And perhaps, give myself another go at love? I clearly know what's happening right now. Becuz i'm prioritising studies, I'm not even giving time to her. Its not that I do not wish to be together with her, its just that studies are already taking alot away from me this sem, i just can't find the time to talk to her. Its not like what it used to be, where I can adjust my own timing to suit that of other ppl. Perhaps because i'm getting old, and the stuff to do are simply too much. My body just can't seem to catch up to the pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart, its for you to open up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=/ what am I saying. argh, whatever. SOmetimes, you just wish, that ur feelings are known the person you like, u dunnit to say anything, and they'll know. But sometimes, its simply not that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-8517270575108239609?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/8517270575108239609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=8517270575108239609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8517270575108239609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8517270575108239609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/hmmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmmm'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7805581595516358498</id><published>2010-10-20T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T02:09:06.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed? hell yeah.</title><content type='html'>Never been this freaking pissed while doing gym b4. I have seen countless ppl doing gym without their towels. But this one, by far was the worst. That dumb shit of an uncle was sweating like a pig (i'm not giving him any face). After I had finished doing my bench presses, he went over, rested his freaking sweaty body on the machine, boom. Firstly, uncle, check the weights before you do, obviously it was too much for you. Secondly, i bet you've never done this kinda shit b4. You don't raise it up and let down immediately slamming the weights and then raise them up again. Thirdly, bring your own freaking towel to cover the benches before doing. You don't go around spreading your sweat all over the machines and end up expecting ppl to wipe off your filthy sweat with their towels? Hell no. Fuck ya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just ranting. And i've realised, i can't seem to find anyone, when i really wanna rant. This sem, it has been about work, work, and just work. =/ When can I find my star, that will light my lonely night sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7805581595516358498?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7805581595516358498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7805581595516358498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7805581595516358498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7805581595516358498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/pissed-hell-yeah.html' title='pissed? hell yeah.'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-387416314395000026</id><published>2010-10-17T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T03:13:35.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;突然感慨万千，可能是因为喝了些酒吧。就是因为太热了，所以那了罐冷啤酒出来喝。在这样的天气，喝着这样的啤酒，总是让我想起那一刻。如果当时我答应了你，可能今天我也不会一个人在这喝闷酒。有两三年了吧。你看起来还过得不错，教了新男友，似乎已经忘记了我们过去的种种回忆。但让我最失望的还是你竟然把这些珍贵的回忆像垃圾似的丢掉。你竟然对别人说我和你没有在一起过。也罢，如果说这是你放下过去的唯一方式，那你只不过是在逃避嘛。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;算了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人因梦想而伟大。只要有梦想，人类要飞上天空也并非那么困难。飞机就是这样被发明的啊。我的梦想，因身边周遭的事物而一天天的在改变，但最基本的还是一样。我想往上爬，往上飞。在世界的最高处看着底下的人。要做到最好，让曾经瞧不起我的人后悔。梦想是很单纯的事。但我因此而变得不把别人看在眼里。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人类真脆弱啊。生命就像气球一样，刺一下就破了。要活下去，也不是事事都能顺着自己的意愿而发生。但也不想由上天来决定自己的命运。走出自己的路。飞出自己的天空。游出自己的一片自由海洋。寻找自己生命中的节拍。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;跑步，跳舞，打鼓，吉他。这四样东西都有一个共同点，那就是节拍。一种生命的律动。我都喜欢。但要做到最好，还是得下多一点功夫。不是一天两天就能达到顶峰的。我会加油的。为了自己。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;突然好想喝苹果茹荟果汁。=/ 也突然好想你啊。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aloe vera ginko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-387416314395000026?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/387416314395000026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=387416314395000026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/387416314395000026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/387416314395000026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/aloe-vera-ginko.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-87146780195463698</id><published>2010-10-14T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:37:43.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(词穷啊!!救命啊!!)</title><content type='html'>Haha, totally unexpected. I think I did rather well for my critique? 76/100, that's like the highest i've ever gotten for an essay in my whole life. English essay that is! woohoo! haha, and ms lee showed 6 "good" examples of critique paragraphs to the class and 2 were from me! hahaha. totally surprised, but yeah~ having high hopes for this sem. I WANT TO PULL UP CAP LA!! -tells himself to play less hon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eg went for dance session with murong, his fren: shan yuan, huiru and this exchange girl from finland. haha, i think i'm damn anti-social, i didn't ask wad her name is. But yeah, wanted to try out murong's dancing session for some time now and finally got to try it today. There are alot of things I liked about it. Firstly, the size of the ppl dancing is just nice, and the studio's in a really secluded corner in sch, so not many ppl can see us practicing. Next, after some rigid gyming and bad cool-down for run last night, the dance proved to be good for stretching my muscles out. Also, I learnt alot of stuff that i've never got in contact with before. Seeing how shan yuan danced, i was like "wow!". If only I could dance as good as him. But yeah, i think my muscles are too stiff for dancing? Its a tough thing to maintain. My 1-3-5-6/7 runs and gyms plus dancing on thursdays. Just hope it doesn't take a toll on my otherwise already badly injured body. My shoulders are in pretty bad shape =p. and so is my left ankle. Once i remove the ankle guard, the ankle just starts to hurt alot. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: i think the long jump winner looks like drogba. its female long jump btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, hopefully I can manage my time well to do the things I like. Hopefully. and yeah, wrote a new song, or rather, half of a new song. Dun feel like continuing though. My blog title kinda explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is called "你太完美". I also dunno why the first part of the chorus came to my mind, just a random thought, then i started linking up every thought coming to my mind and came up with the chorus. THEN! i started thinking about the verses, and i started off with that first part on how I feel whenever she walks pass, or when i walk pass her. BAH. but yeah, 不完美的单恋. ANDDDD~ wad happened next was completely out of my estimation. I freaking can't think of anything to write on for the verse. Totally stuck. and of cuz, there's supposed to be a pre-chorus. Guess this always happens whenever i had the chorus plus tune in mind first. Verses are the hardest to think of!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看 看你走过我的面前&lt;br /&gt;心里好似在荡秋千&lt;br /&gt;好像在诉说我俩之间&lt;br /&gt;那不完美的单恋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(词穷啊!!救命啊!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你太完美 你的爱还能够给谁&lt;br /&gt;我陪你飞 飞到你那完美世界&lt;br /&gt;我追了又追&lt;br /&gt;终于进入你那温暖心扉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看你流泪 我不想看到你心碎&lt;br /&gt;我愿意陪 陪你聊天熬一整夜&lt;br /&gt;你的笑脸&lt;br /&gt;就像陈年美酒把我灌醉&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-87146780195463698?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/87146780195463698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=87146780195463698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/87146780195463698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/87146780195463698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='(词穷啊!!救命啊!!)'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-1024032436162291865</id><published>2010-10-10T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:32:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MM Lee</title><content type='html'>I respect him. For loving his wife so much. I envy him, for having someone whom he can give her his everything. And yeah, the kind of love, makes me jealous, makes me sad. Love from family, love from someone close, I'm beginning to lose that? Seems like i'm losing touch from all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to lose belief in this world. I always thought it was something that's worth the effort to make it into a better place. But seeing how ppl go around hurting each other, its not worth it anymore. Especially after how I feel so hurt after so many things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, its not worth my time to think so much for others already. I shld start thinking more for myself. Why bother about making other ppl happy, when ppl dun even care about what you do for them. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing MM Lee's eulogy, kinda reminded me of grandma. =/ Whenever I remember her, i'll remember all the sad things, how when I went back to see her, she can't really remember who I was, meaning, the last time she "saw" me was 2 years b4 she passed away. It makes me want to spend more time with my family. But, sometimes, you just wonder, are u really that important to your family? There are alot of things that they don't do for me. And I made it something that I got used to, when really, perhaps, I shldn't have gotten used to these? Cuz I never placed myself in the first place when handling relationships with my family/friends, alot of things I just went along with the flow. But really, i'm just compromising my own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 years, if I never asked for it last year, it probably wldn't have happened at all. But still, there are things i'm thankful for. But there are things just make me less happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its perfect 10 day today, but its probably not gonna be perfect for me. I don't see my life with a perfect day in it. Somehow, there'll always be things that spoil my day. When I was together with ex, well, there were happy times spent together, but surely, there're things that spoil my mood, not a single day do I remember of perfection. Not a single day. Perfection is too much to ask for, perhaps, but just please, give me one day of non-sadness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-1024032436162291865?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/1024032436162291865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=1024032436162291865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1024032436162291865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1024032436162291865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/mm-lee.html' title='MM Lee'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5273620520862767437</id><published>2010-10-08T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T02:21:33.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>To myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of ppl wished me happy birthday yesterday, thank you very much. With the most significant one (well, at least I know the most important ones will never come) coming at 18.38. Thanks (: really means alot when its coming from you. But you'll never know eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is just one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it the most important ones that will never come? 22 years of my life, well, I only really can remember starting from my 5th birthday, but yeah. make that 17 years of not hearing "happy birthday" from this important group of people in my life. Ok, perhaps minus that one year, that is the 21st, but yeah. 16 years. I don't need 100 people wishing me happy birthday, i just need 4 ppl saying it to me. Its more than obvious who I'm talking about, but I dun wanna say it out. Its just that different when it comes from them, that's why last year's one was so much better. I thought, at least, i'll get wad I crave for every year, but well, I waited and waited, and my birthday has passed. 22 years of making me feel lonely on this day, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its how it is not really celebrated in the house, but, really, a difference it would make. How much it means to me. When I really treasure them, but how much do I mean to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carried a smile for 22 years, 20 years of not smiling truthfully. Where is my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want, is for someone to understand. So don't "haha" me, when u're this significant to me. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5273620520862767437?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5273620520862767437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5273620520862767437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5273620520862767437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5273620520862767437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6309133934368883411</id><published>2010-10-05T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T01:49:20.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I think about you</title><content type='html'>. . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . ,.-‘”. . . . . . . . . .``~.,&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . .. . . . . .,.-”. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .“-.,&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .. . . . . . ..,/. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ”:,&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . .. .,?. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .\,&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . /. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ,}&lt;br /&gt;.... . . . . . . . ./. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ,:`^`.}&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . ./. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ,:”. . . ./&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . .?. . . __. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . :`. . . ./&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . /__.(. . .“~-,_. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ,:`. . . .. ./&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . /(_. . ”~,_. . . ..“~,_. . . . . . . . . .,:`. . . . _/&lt;br /&gt;. . . .. .{.._$;_. . .”=,_. . . .“-,_. . . ,.-~-,}, .~”; /. .. .}&lt;br /&gt;. . .. . .((. . .*~_. . . .”=-._. . .“;,,./`. . /” . . . ./. .. ../&lt;br /&gt;. . . .. . .\`~,. . ..“~.,. . . . . . . . . ..`. . .}. . . . . . ../&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . .(. ..`=-,,. . . .`. . . . . . . . . . . ..(. . . ;_,,-”&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . ../.`~,. . ..`-.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..\. . /\&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . \`~.*-,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..|,./.....\,__&lt;br /&gt;,,_. . . . . }.&gt;-._\. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .|. . . . . . ..`=~-,&lt;br /&gt;. .. `=~-,_\_. . . `\,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .\&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . .`=~-,,.\,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .\&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . `:,, . . . . . . . . . . . . . `\. . . . . . ..__&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .`=-,. . . . . . . . . .,%`&gt;--==``&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . _\. . . . . ._,-%. . . ..`\.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally, disappointing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6309133934368883411?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6309133934368883411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6309133934368883411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6309133934368883411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6309133934368883411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-what-i-think-about-you.html' title='This is what I think about you'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7363319476866726227</id><published>2010-10-04T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:31:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I cry tonight?</title><content type='html'>Totally not my day. =/ sprained ankle, a liverpool lost (at anfield). Haiz, never felt so down for some time. Here's hoping that october would be a good month, but it has started off badly. 2 tests that, well, perhaps i didn't put in enough effort to study, they didn't go that well as I thought it would be for me. Doctor's advice to lay off running for at least another 2 weeks if I really wanna recover. I ignored him the next day and what happened? sprained my ankle. Well, at least he didn't know about my sprained ankle. Totally didn't tell him, haha. My bad? I don't give a shit. I don't need ppl telling me what to do, especially ppl that are not important to me. I don't need a calender to decide what I wanna do in my life, so stop referring to the calender and telling me that its not a good day to do this and that. Life is not about a freaking calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that something big in my life will happen to make me a happier person, but I don't know, perhaps, happiness just likes to shun me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks. Life is so..boring and sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7363319476866726227?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7363319476866726227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7363319476866726227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7363319476866726227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7363319476866726227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/can-i-cry-tonight.html' title='Can I cry tonight?'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-2181953141890295702</id><published>2010-10-02T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:28:38.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe</title><content type='html'>Spent the whole day chilling around at home. play games, sing songs, rap eminem, write lyrics, tried drawing. EMINEM ROCKS! his songs are actually pretty inspiring if u read into the lyrics. Read past the "fuck"(s) and you'll realise, his songs all have a deeper meaning to them. Something to tell, and that's what I hope my songs will be when I write them. But end up, today, I cldn't come up with a decent verse. 原来词穷是这么一回事.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draws near, everything is drawing near. Deadlines, tests, labs, BLAH. when i just feel like slacking away. 2 more months and i wld probably be lazing around at home, but I want it to happen now. I just want to chill and chill. =/ I guess, all i need is a life. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-2181953141890295702?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/2181953141890295702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=2181953141890295702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2181953141890295702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/2181953141890295702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/right-now-theres-steel-knife-in-my.html' title='Right now there&apos;s a steel knife in my windpipe'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-8530550354272588728</id><published>2010-10-01T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T02:00:16.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>River Valley</title><content type='html'>Ay, dunno why, suddenly missing rv days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the many memories that it has left me. All those nights of mugging, chatting online with ppl that I enjoy being around with, going out with her. Blah, can't believe i'm actually missing her, her company that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RV, the campus, the sch life. Everything that I thought was fun, enriching. It was quite an experience, 4 years that I'll never forget, for its ups and downs. For the countless CO practices I had. For the countless times I practiced myself in the CO room just to perfect my drum rolls, my drum solos, my drum pieces. For the countless misses and shots that went in while playing on the courts. For the many jokes that were cracked in those 4 years. For the many times I walked past her classroom just to have a glance at each other. =/ For so many things I've missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda made me realise how we used to dread those days in sch, yet now, i only wish that I could relive those days, even just moments of it. SO yeah, I guess, we should treasure the moments we have in our lives while they last. I don't dread sch, in fact, I'm beginning to enjoy it. Those little moments that make your life brighten up. School, its not such a bad place afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I probably just wanna concentrate on my studies, that's why, I'm choosing not to do anything for her. Maybe I should be doing something, but priorities are important in my life. I'm confident of balancing it when it comes to being together, but for now, the problem of balancing studies and doing something for you, I'm just scared that I'll break down b4 I can actually show you how much I care for you. For now, lets just wait and see. I'll show you one day, how much you mean to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-8530550354272588728?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/8530550354272588728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=8530550354272588728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8530550354272588728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/8530550354272588728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/10/river-valley.html' title='River Valley'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-786941988638438308</id><published>2010-09-24T02:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T03:04:10.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good-&gt;bad mood</title><content type='html'>I was really in a good mood the whole day, well, of cuz apart from the slight disappointment in the morning that ended up with only 3 ppl playing bball. The whole day went very well! Indeed, it was better than I expected. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry to huiru for making u sit in front! And i really hope the car ride didn't take longer than it would if you had taken a train instead la. So sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ya, main point is, everything was fine until I reached gwen's place. =/ SPRAINED MY LEFT ANKLE AGAIN!!! )): 2 times in 2 days!? And this time its like real bad, its very much swollen now. I think i'll wake up to a super swollen ankle. Couldn't even walk properly. =/ AND cannot run tml liao!!! i damn saddd! ): tot tml night after running then can join jiewei they all for supper, but seems like its not gonna be wad i wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, totally ruined my mood. ): but the mooncakes were nice! and the company was great! thanks gwen for inviting us over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its better that i get some slp, my legs need it. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-786941988638438308?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/786941988638438308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=786941988638438308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/786941988638438308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/786941988638438308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-bad-mood.html' title='good-&gt;bad mood'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3711495981958801319</id><published>2010-09-22T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T02:15:54.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shrugh shrug shrug</title><content type='html'>can't stand webcastings anymore. Hari K is really damn fail. he spend so many lectures just to explain gaussian distribution when ms chan only needed a few mins to explain what normal distribution was back during sa times. Ah, somehow, i miss SA days. flinging the tie to the back, slacking in sch, playing bball, playing mahjong in co room, the dai dee sessions i had with mok everytime b4 co, the time b4 sajc at potong pasir was opened, when me mok and mong went there to stayover in an empty sch. EXCITING! Not to say that life in uni is boring, but it seems to lack the flair and fun I used to have back in JC. Everyone putting sch work as a priority, no one willing to go out when u ask them to. =/ I really dunno. Is this what uni is about? study study and study? No one is willing to take time out to relax and have fun? -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop asking me to do something that you know its not in my nature to do so. I don't like to take photos, if ppl dun ask me to take with them, i'll never ask them to take with me. That's me. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just need to be more confident, be it in my songs, or in the way i carry myself.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, all i need to do, is to say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, all i need to do, is to tell you how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these perhaps, so what am i waiting for? the right moment? when will it ever come? A moment will never come if I dun even try, so why would a right moment come when there will never be a moment. Ay, what am I saying? I'm just confusing myself and everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT TO WRITE MORE SONGS!!! alot of lyrics coming in, but no tunes, which is really bad. and worse still, songs without titles. =/ what is this? overflowing of creativity? Or lack of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing you a song, not a love song&lt;br /&gt;but one to describe you&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty&lt;br /&gt;how you stand out from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna reserve this last section for a love that has stayed with me for so many years. Not for someone, but for the club I love so much. I love liverpool. Not for the trophies they have won, not because of the pride that we have as the most successful english club the world has ever seen. But because of how the fans still stand behind the club despite us not winning the epl for the past 20 years. A club, is not about how many trophies you win, its about how the club carries itself. How it feels like a family whenever I see players like Gerrard, Carra, Dalgish turning up at hillsborough memorial. All the stories I've read about hillsborough, this is more than a club, its a family. Like Gerrard said before, "this is more than a club crest, its a family crest". Liverbird upon my chest, hillsborough flames by the side, You'll Never Walk Alone. How many times have I relied on YNWA to pull me thru my down times, how many times have I looked at Liverpool players score and cried tears of joy. This is certainly more than a club, and Liverpool is what I'm proud of. I'm proud of being a Liverpool fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3711495981958801319?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3711495981958801319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3711495981958801319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3711495981958801319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3711495981958801319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/shrugh-shrug-shrug.html' title='shrugh shrug shrug'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3255052883350575143</id><published>2010-09-21T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T01:56:43.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay</title><content type='html'>So i noticed i posted the last post on my private one accidentally, but it doesn't really matter anyways. Not many ppl are reading this blog anyway. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heck, i'm suddenly in songwriting mode, -shrugs- dunno why. Just the lyrics coming in like a tsunami, though the tune's not there yet. But i'll just make do with the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, your precious face I won't make you cry&lt;br /&gt;why won't you sing me a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;I know why, everytime I see you I go shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't lie, cuz my feelings ain't gonna lie&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it means to you&lt;br /&gt;But to me, you mean everything in the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what you think&lt;br /&gt;So baby hold my hands&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing you this song of mine&lt;br /&gt;that says my love for you ain't nigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, i'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to&lt;br /&gt;hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;to tell you everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;cuz i will be here for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just tell you&lt;br /&gt;this one last time&lt;br /&gt;cuz this is what will&lt;br /&gt;hold for life&lt;br /&gt;To tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;and this will never die&lt;br /&gt;for this is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for this song! haha. and while writing the lyrics out, i managed to get a tune in as well!! woohoo~ so proud of myself. hahaha. But i can't think of a title for it yet. hmmm, just wondering, this song sounds better than the one that i had written previously for her. hmmm. i wonder whether i shld use this song instead. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, tonight's run made me feel more confident of breaking the 5km barrier sooner. Maybe cuz it was just 3km today but i didn't really feel any pain. So perhaps, i shld just heck care wad the doctor says and go for it? haha. o well, -shrug shrug- And sat's run was bad, real bad! i literally hantataki for one minute on the spot at this petrol kiosk entrance cuz there were so many cars going in!! Worse still, there was this family blocking my way after the petrol kiosk. arghhh, totally bad for my knees cuz i was doing too much jogging on the spot. Hope my shin gets better soon!!! i really wanna run mizuno one! but, hai, 10/10/10 leh! such a nice date to have a run. ): maybe, perhaps, i shld just go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3255052883350575143?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3255052883350575143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3255052883350575143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3255052883350575143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3255052883350575143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay.html' title='okay'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-4983497011551326304</id><published>2010-09-19T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:06:13.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life sucks</title><content type='html'>I feel like a footballer who got very badly injured. Just when I found my passion for running back, the injury came. Life sucks, when the doctor says you can at most run 5km for the next one month, anything more than that, my leg will only get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 5km training for one month, means by end of october, my max would only be 16km at most. And by dec, i have to be running a full marathon. 16 to 32 in one month? have to try the style that I read about liao. train till 32km, cuz in an actual marathon, only the first 32km requires training, the remaining 10km is all down to will power. Will power, hmmm, i must find some motivation. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the first hurdle would be nike human race. 1 week to get to 10km from 5km once i can start running again. Hai, or perhaps i should just find someone to run in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess week starts, and i'm slacking for the first 3 days, everything going according to plan when i slack. haha. Had a rather okay gym session just now. This ang moh kid, doing bicep curls with his water bottle when he saw me doing it with dumb bells, and he gave me that "so what, I can do it too" look. Really wanted to tell him, "try doing it with 8kg dumb bells la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm getting real bored staying at home on saturdays. haizzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4983497011551326304?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4983497011551326304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4983497011551326304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4983497011551326304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4983497011551326304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-sucks.html' title='life sucks'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-4647072833019091136</id><published>2010-09-17T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:42:41.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INJURED</title><content type='html'>argh, something is terribly wrong with my leg. When i started running today, i thought something was going to go wrong already. The shoes didn't feel right, unlike monday when it was in perfect condition. Landing felt wrong. And when the step came, i was totally unprepared. landed very heavily on my left leg. =/ pulsating pain, felt just like the hairline crack injury I had before. Doesn't feel good. Still aching now, but, hopefully its nothing. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, doc analysis says its nothing and i can go for mizuno run. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm damn tired nowadays, dunno why. And I haven't been doing alot of sch work, more of toning up my body for the runs coming up. Maybe this injury can give me more time to concentrate on my sch work, work on the surprise i wanna give, wokr on my core muscles. Hmmm, recess week, hopefully its enough for all these. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4647072833019091136?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4647072833019091136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4647072833019091136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4647072833019091136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4647072833019091136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/injured.html' title='INJURED'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-14223483480527930</id><published>2010-09-11T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:43:29.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was not</title><content type='html'>This wasn't a break I really needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally spent the whole day doing nothing. Slept till 11am, played thru the afternoon, slept till evening, dinner, watched tv and manga-ed until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this void of knowledge flowing in and lack of stress once again allowed emo-ness to flow in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more confused, by wad I know, and what I shouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everyone, is just leaving me in shambles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces, that I do not which to be broken down into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weak.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe becuz I didn't study today.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe becuz I haven't been gyming since monday.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe becuz I have only ran 9km for the entire week despite wanting to clock at least 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm just weak, not becuz of all that above, but becuz of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;My experiences made me weak.&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable to emotions, too vulnerable for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, what's there to feel emotional about?&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know.&lt;br /&gt;Is it becuz of the fact that I feel lost?&lt;br /&gt;Is it becuz of how much I want to talk with you, yet I'm afraid whatever I ask would make you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is becuz I care too much about how you would feel, that I fail to satisfy my own wants and needs.&lt;br /&gt;I do not think for myself when it comes to you.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm a complete opposite of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only think about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about what others are doing nor how they look at you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't care about my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only think about you.&lt;br /&gt;I care about what others are doing and how they look at me.&lt;br /&gt;I care about your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are 2 different people.&lt;br /&gt;Very different people.&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is to understand you better.&lt;br /&gt;I have questions I want to ask.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I want communication between us.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you better.&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you with all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you alot, so much so that if I don't drown myself in studies, all I can think about is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name, its short and sweet, just like who you are, and how you speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-14223483480527930?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/14223483480527930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=14223483480527930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/14223483480527930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/14223483480527930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/was-not.html' title='was not'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6312475583022597360</id><published>2010-09-09T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T00:36:28.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stare</title><content type='html'>i stared hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I came to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I even bother? This world full of lies. Why did I even bother trying to open my heart towards it. Why did I even dream about making this world a better place. Its not worth my effort, its not worth my time. I'll just let this world die, for we'll all die one day, and what's the point of saving a dying world, void of honesty, void of truth, full of lies, full of deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistake? fuck, it sure is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i carry on, i dun give a fuck anymore. let the profanities enter my blog, it ain't gonna make a diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing, yeah. I made mistakes. Mistake of trusting people. Mistake of putting this one thing that I have left for myself into the hands of others. Opening my heart, trusting these so-called "friends", only to realise, nah, these people are just living for themselves. They only call you "friends", "buddies", "brothers", "sisters" when they need your help. When they're done with you, they shove you aside, and carry on with their lives, not responding to your calls when you're looking for help. Not giving a damn when you need someone there. No fucking body cares. Not like I give a fuck anymore. If everyone just wants to live for themselves, so be it. I'll be selfish once more. I won't care. I won't help. I won't trust. I won't believe. Every man for himself. I'll do everything for myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're not worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world full of lies, its not worth me staying up all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6312475583022597360?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6312475583022597360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6312475583022597360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6312475583022597360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6312475583022597360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/stare.html' title='stare'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-844087366176151003</id><published>2010-09-06T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:39:16.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>痛</title><content type='html'>原来寂寞会让伤痛倍增。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让自己的心封闭起来，其实是保护自己的最好方法。&lt;br /&gt;我曾经无数次地封闭了自己的心，却因为让自己对真爱所抱有的幻想蒙蔽，一次又一次的打开这不堪一击的心门。&lt;br /&gt;付出了真心，换来的只是一次又一次的伤痛。&lt;br /&gt;把自己的心摊开来让我喜欢的人践踏。&lt;br /&gt;受了伤，才知道自己一开始就不应该对爱情有所期待。&lt;br /&gt;别人在爱情里所受的伤害或许只有一两次，他们要去爱，敢去爱，这些都与我无关，但，我就是无法让自己不被这无数次的伤痛影响到我对爱情的憧憬。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想爱你。&lt;br /&gt;我想对你坦白。&lt;br /&gt;我想让你看到真实的我。&lt;br /&gt;但你却什么话也不说。&lt;br /&gt;感觉上就好像是在敷衍我罢了。&lt;br /&gt;你每一次感到悲伤或想找人家解闷时，我总是让自己站在最前线。&lt;br /&gt;当你需要我的时候，我总是第一时间赶到。&lt;br /&gt;当你说你很闷时，我就放下我在做的事情，陪你聊天，帮你解闷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但你呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我觉得悲伤不已，想要对你说时，你却只懂得对我说些客套话，好似一点也不关心我心里的感受。&lt;br /&gt;就好像我是在浪费你的时间。&lt;br /&gt;我不明白，为什么我愿意为你做这么多，但当我最需要你的时候，你却说一句话就走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友也是一样嘛。&lt;br /&gt;当你在哭，当你对我哭诉你的不满，我愿意在旁听你诉苦。&lt;br /&gt;但当我已哭了好多天，你却象是人间蒸发似的，不见踪影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情嘛，百分之九十九是假的，那一份真的嘛，就是痛。&lt;br /&gt;只有痛是最真实不虚假的。&lt;br /&gt;真爱，真的有那么真实吗?&lt;br /&gt;那，为什么你就不愿意相信我的真心呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain, is extrapolated by loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world, you're not worth me staying up for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-844087366176151003?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/844087366176151003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=844087366176151003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/844087366176151003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/844087366176151003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='痛'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-7069647112628363132</id><published>2010-09-05T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:15:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>Addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of sat and almost the whole of sunday watching drama!!! ahahaha. I like these kind of shows ba. The way I can laugh and emo at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just me ba. I always feel like crying whenever the main character is giving his all to get the love of the girl he likes. Something that i've always wanted to do, but seems that i might never get a chance to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只不过是想谈一段单纯的爱情，但为什么老天却要把它弄得如此复杂?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ever asked for is a chance to prove my love. Will u gimme that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你想真心爱一个人，却没有办法向她证明。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how, how do i prove to you? People ask me why? I couldn't really tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人有时候连自己都不知道为什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like giving you all, only to realise, it didn't mean anything to her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不懂，为什么真心换来的是谎言，付出换来的是伤害。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, i've been hurt too much, to want to fall in love again, thus the hesitant nature whenever it comes to love. No matter how much I've told myself that she really matters to me, and that I really really do like her alot. When it comes to the deciding moment, i usually fall short. Its not because i'm not sure of my feelings, its just something, a wall, preventing me from going forward. It might be your wall, but it might be my own wall as well, I do not know. So tell me, should i move forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不需要全世界的人在乎我，我只需要我喜欢的人在乎我就够了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dun need anyone to care about me. I don't care who reads this post, the only thing i know is, you're probably not reading this. Its funny, how I have so much to say, so much to emo about after what happened today, all the quarrels and stuff. But, the only person i want to talk to about it is you. But all you could do, is to not talk to me at all. Or rather, I tried talking, but I was asked to do other stuff. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really need, is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end off with a song I really like, cuz it really depicts my feelings now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你的眼&lt;br /&gt;看着我的眼&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你的脸&lt;br /&gt;贴着我的脸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界在改变&lt;br /&gt;我不会改变&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我很爱你&lt;br /&gt;不想要你放弃&lt;br /&gt;爱情这种默契得来不易&lt;br /&gt;我爱你&lt;br /&gt;真的是很爱你&lt;br /&gt;所以想把整个世界都给你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-7069647112628363132?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/7069647112628363132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=7069647112628363132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7069647112628363132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/7069647112628363132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-3247176331672024990</id><published>2010-09-05T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:18:34.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small little things</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, in life, its those small little things that make you realise what is most important to you. Its those small little moments that make me realise why I fell in love with her in the first place. Its just how different you feel from other ppl, its just the feel-good factor when i'm around you, when i'm talking to you. How much I treasure every word you say to me, cuz I never know when the next time you would talk as much to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I should have ever doubted my feelings. Now, everything seems clear. There's only you in my heart now. It might take some time, but I really hope that I can have a place in your heart too. I sincerely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its all the lovey dovey dramas i've been watching lately, that makes me wanna fall in love again. But, there's just something about you, that makes me wanna be with you. There's something, that tells me I might regret it if I dun do anything for you. There's this thing about you, that makes me want to try to make you happy with all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coupled with the fact that somehow, I will just suddenly have this feeling that you're feeling down or unwell. Been having it 3 times le, just a sudden sense, that something's wrong. =/ Though the first one on july 29th i'm not really sure about it, but the other 2 times that I dared to ask about, well, they really were. What is this? Destiny? Fate? Unknown connection? I have no idea. What I know is, you must really mean something for me to make me feel so much for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its scary, but somehow, i just feel happy whenever i'm correct about all these. When it comes to you, everything just feels different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you, _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-3247176331672024990?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/3247176331672024990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=3247176331672024990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3247176331672024990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/3247176331672024990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/small-little-things.html' title='Small little things'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-1999372279005323008</id><published>2010-09-04T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:08:12.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wad the..</title><content type='html'>EH! wad's wrong!? why did i wake up thinking that someone is not feeling well. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its i xiang tai duo again, but..its just the feeling that someone is not feeling well? ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-1999372279005323008?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/1999372279005323008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=1999372279005323008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1999372279005323008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/1999372279005323008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/wad.html' title='wad the..'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-4885141796676817316</id><published>2010-09-01T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:52:54.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk</title><content type='html'>Yay! i was feeling so bored after trying to catch insects on the wall that I wrote this song. Call this boredom all my true feelings, I do not know. I wanna sing this song to her, cuz the front part really describes how I feel right now while the chorus is all that I wanna say to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling very very down after gym session today. Realised how bad my running has deteriorated(is that how u spell it? bah). Used to be able to run 7km non-stop, AT LEAST. but just one month of not doing more than 5km and after one week of non-exercise due to stuff and flu and stuff and flu and.. ah, u get wad i mean. Now I'm having problem trying to keep to the 11km/h pace for 2km. wth. Could be becuz of the blocked nose and the coughing. BUT! 2kM only leh! walau. Other than that, gym was fine la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly was emo-ing cuz of her. Sometimes, I'll just think that, maybe its not worth the time and effort to talk to her. But, after what I've seen, what I've read, and what I think the real her is, I always end up telling myself, its just her to be like that. Its what makes her her. In a way, I kinda feel for her, cuz I used to be like that, or rather, i might still be like that. Refusing to open up to new ppl and stuff. I guess, all it needs is time. But how much time do we have? I'm really feeling sian by the fact that there's no one to talk to when I feel so down. There might be ppl who want to talk, but there's only a select few that I wanna talk to. Well, she's one of them, but I don't even know how to start talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I should just close myself up, and stop talking to anyone but her. To let her know, how special she is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, here's the song, with the title ___ ___ __. Try catching the rhymes, and maybe u'll guess the title. To be revealed, in less than 50 days. (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 ___ ___ __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I thought we would be&lt;br /&gt;In your heart there never was a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'll finally see&lt;br /&gt;Every part of me that wants to be with ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Ask of me&lt;br /&gt;What I would do for you to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, answer me&lt;br /&gt;why won't ya&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and see that I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 1, 2, 3&lt;br /&gt;I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and I said&lt;br /&gt;I, love, thee&lt;br /&gt;you are everything&lt;br /&gt;that makes me&lt;br /&gt;want to live&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hands right now&lt;br /&gt;cuz it is&lt;br /&gt;all you need&lt;br /&gt;And all you need is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love's like flu&lt;br /&gt;catches you when you&lt;br /&gt;least expect&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;and that's all I e-&lt;br /&gt;ver wanna&lt;br /&gt;say to you&lt;br /&gt;Please stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I am here for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ___ ___ __.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4885141796676817316?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4885141796676817316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4885141796676817316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4885141796676817316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4885141796676817316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/09/talk.html' title='Talk'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5081662264673026215</id><published>2010-08-30T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:35:43.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Long</title><content type='html'>Its been long since i last got addicted to a taiwan drama. And now, i find myself sitting infront of com, watching one ep per day, with the want to watch another on the same day. But then again, its all about self control. Limiting wad I want and focusing on the needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a similarity, as in why I am limiting what I want, who i want. I'm not making a move, not because I do not want. In a way, perhaps its not what I need. Yes, I do find a need to be in love again. Yet, I don't find it a need for it to be me. In a way, what happiness can I give you? I find myself asking this time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, what am I saying. At the end of the day, i'm still in love with you. Will you just look at me one time, and realise what you mean to me, how much you mean to me. To me, you're more than who you think you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMM. oh man, studies, feeling a sudden lag in my speed. Perhaps i need some mugging time tml. 2 hours lecture, but hopefully the rest of the day i would be plugged in to my mp3 and mugging full speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my choice, i chose studies. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5081662264673026215?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5081662264673026215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5081662264673026215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5081662264673026215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5081662264673026215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/08/been-long.html' title='Been Long'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-5715632942235449528</id><published>2010-08-29T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:44:18.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not about</title><content type='html'>what I want.&lt;br /&gt;what will make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;whether I will be together with you.&lt;br /&gt;what we will end up as.&lt;br /&gt;how this friendship will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you want.&lt;br /&gt;what will make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;whether you'll be happy together with me.&lt;br /&gt;where our fates will intertwine.&lt;br /&gt;whether we can be more than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just wonder, why we dun talk. Why we end up keeping quiet when we're alone. I really wonder. What should I say to you, cuz we usually talked so so much alr, don't we? So much, that it seems that we know each other too well, or rather i know you to well. Sometimes, i see your tired face, and i end up thinking, since u're looking so tired, i shouldn't talk to you and let you rest and relax. Maybe its cuz I care too much, and i think too much for you, that's why i'm confused of what's best for us. What's best for me to do. What you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care, i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-5715632942235449528?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/5715632942235449528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=5715632942235449528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5715632942235449528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/5715632942235449528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-not-about.html' title='its not about'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-4575166205468067901</id><published>2010-08-28T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T02:21:12.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its those little things..</title><content type='html'>that make you who you are.&lt;br /&gt;that are able to make you smile, regardless of how insignificant it might be to her to tell you that, it just makes a difference in your heart. One smiley, its all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;that make the difference in our lives, one small step wrong, and we might be headed in another direction.&lt;br /&gt;that make me love who you are.&lt;br /&gt;that define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;that makes me want to hold you tight, and say, "everything's gonna be ok, don't worry, cuz i'm here for you, 24/7, 365 days a year, 60 years a lifetime, for many many lifetimes to come, forever and ever."&lt;br /&gt;that makes me think and hope, that you'll be the one.&lt;br /&gt;that makes me wanna say, I love you, _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, my mind has always been made up. Its not something that can change easily. No matter how much you might be misunderstanding things or thinking that pehraps my feelings for you aren't real, I can only tell you one thing, since the day i fell in love with you, it has always been the same, nothing changed. You are still who you are, and my feelings are still the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;i know there's a typo error, but its on purpose ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-4575166205468067901?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/4575166205468067901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=4575166205468067901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4575166205468067901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/4575166205468067901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-those-little-things.html' title='Its those little things..'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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-14332748.post-6063551907311050081</id><published>2010-08-26T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:05:39.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears are flowing</title><content type='html'>I feel weak, the strength i've accumulated, it crumbled under pressure. Feeling vulnerable right now. Haven't felt so weak like this in a month. I'm weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14332748-6063551907311050081?l=fallenreason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/feeds/6063551907311050081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14332748&amp;postID=6063551907311050081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6063551907311050081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14332748/posts/default/6063551907311050081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallenreason.blogspot.com/2010/08/tears-are-flowing.html' title='Tears are flowing'/><author><name>Yuan Ing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705722344021202687</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>
