<?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-7436200060739167202</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:15:16.655+08:00</updated><category term='Where Emotions Flow'/><title type='text'>Defining Definitions:</title><subtitle type='html'>A Backstage Pass into Our Lives</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-4922405922881213165</id><published>2010-03-01T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:14:57.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I know. I know. Our blog is DEAD. No, wait, INACTIVE would sound better. But still, you and I get the point. Lots of time hanging out. We've been hanging out. We've been doing great things, fun things, silly things, over-ambitious things and crazy lunatic things. A new 2010 and nothing's changed. If anything, we got younger. Which reminds me that Faez is 19 on the 23rd this month. Time flies so fast that we've become incapable to appreciate the experiences that we went through, until they've passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures that will show you what we've done- or become. There is honestly very little time to blog. But I shall update it. We must do our own recording also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert pictures here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to look back at times and not wish that I can relive that particular moment. Coz it's through these times that you'll know the people who has fought by your side, you'll know those who wouldn't, and most importantly, you've found yourself. Through all the twisting, confusing, misleading, and even dizzying turmoil, you'll find out who you really are, and what you're made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to come out with a new "tradition" that we'll be practising at the end of each month where we will light up a small candle lamp and reminisce the moments that we've been through. A time where we can hold on to the things that means to us, and let go to those that have left cuts and bruises on our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, our word of the day is "memory".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary: Memory (noun) A mental recollection of events that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defining Definitions: Memory (noun) A recollection of mental events that happened!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-4922405922881213165?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/4922405922881213165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/4922405922881213165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/4922405922881213165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-2042434688743678934</id><published>2009-12-30T10:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:40:09.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child's Play</title><content type='html'>I know it's been ages since I updated the blog. In fact, it's been a long while since I USED the computer due to the red eye I have which made me eat and sleep all day. Amazing. It makes me sound barely human. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Faez, her sister, my brother and I went to Simei to make new spectacles and get new school shoes. They're for my brother since school is about to start - and he had to break his specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sz13agP7kmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-jBiXy-4Cxc/s1600/100_2514.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended at the playground nearby after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sz136_raEMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/T1tPT9w4cWo/s1600/100_2466.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Punggol Park at night after we dropped Faez's sister home. My sister joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sz14oWRqx7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/m1N2V4_Yt3o/s1600/100_2540.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sz15wbrRzJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gu5VvNclw64/s1600/Crap.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a&amp;nbsp;quote I specially made&amp;nbsp;for Faez:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When you see love as just a gamble - where you know you'd have to risk losing, face the chance of rejection, and know that it may leave you broken - it becomes less complicated. It becomes child's play."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sz16OSdLXhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nXmEg4jaRPs/s1600/100_2494.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iimmgg.com/gallery/gd44350370dd733e44d8e9973cd59784c/"&gt;Child's Play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-2042434688743678934?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/2042434688743678934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/12/childs-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/2042434688743678934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/2042434688743678934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/12/childs-play.html' title='Child&apos;s Play'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sz13agP7kmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-jBiXy-4Cxc/s72-c/100_2514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-6197538470688359572</id><published>2009-12-03T23:49:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:20:17.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One When The Night Is Still Young</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I typed out here. We've been chilling here and there. But now, since my A levels are done, we'd be chilling here and there a whole lot more. Yay!!! We've&amp;nbsp;been to Toys 'R' Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx4aW2PBf-I/AAAAAAAAADM/lW0_ou1kljk/s1600/100_1544.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us reliving our childhood moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx4cnxVb9eI/AAAAAAAAADk/2QnwOZKCDgI/s1600/100_1555.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time flies too fast ahead and you've ben chasing time, you&amp;nbsp;can't help but&amp;nbsp;to look back and relive the bittersweet moments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx4dQWZNDII/AAAAAAAAADs/TtoETyfUhso/s1600/100_1559.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time with Mors at the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx4enjzeryI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BnXZW3eFqiQ/s1600/100_1582.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! There was shopping for Nad's prom dress! Walked around town. Wanted to drop by Marina Barrage but it was a little too far. So we decided to sit on the opposite side; the FLYER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx4gLFMy30I/AAAAAAAAAD8/agatWgCv0bU/s1600/100_1626.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to love the background,huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx4gyS5KiCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/umQBngyPIFY/s1600/100_1625.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we met up slightly after 4 pm. We walked around Simei after our dinner. Faez and I were both unwell but we managed to walk quite a distance while talking about stuff, and we did a pretty good job in scaring ourselves since we walked on roads that are quite quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end our post here for tonight... My eyes are &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;RED&lt;/b&gt;, and I don't want to wake up tomorrow looking like the Terminator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx4jXxpI3bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EA9LgbUN5Uc/s1600/100_1604.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iimmgg.com/gallery/gc96887397781df1ee5dc11bf0640721b/"&gt;The One When The Night Is Still Young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of today would be... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"INFATUATION"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dictionary&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;i&gt; Infatuation&lt;/i&gt; (noun) Foolish or all-absorbing passion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defining Definition&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;i&gt; Infatuation&lt;/i&gt; (noun) A fine line between being in love and being out of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-6197538470688359572?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6197538470688359572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-when-night-is-still-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/6197538470688359572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/6197538470688359572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-when-night-is-still-young.html' title='The One When The Night Is Still Young'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx4aW2PBf-I/AAAAAAAAADM/lW0_ou1kljk/s72-c/100_1544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-6572265755912162017</id><published>2009-11-23T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:56:46.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Emotions Flow'/><title type='text'>Torrential Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The sudden cold blue crash around us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rendered me speechless with too much to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd be willing to drown alone (alone)&lt;br /&gt;As I watched you drift away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You promised forever...and forever has to end...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A flicker of hope chased away the darkness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ignited by promises, mights and maybes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My trust offers me to the shadows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flooded with the fear of what we will be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is our inferno of cold uncertainty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Engulfed in flames are us and forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Left me scorched and too weak to cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd be willing to burn alone (alone)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I watched you watch me die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The frozen hands of time...can only keep us alive...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drowning in a sea of fiery desires...burnt in the waves of icy lies... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-6572265755912162017?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6572265755912162017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/11/torrential-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/6572265755912162017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/6572265755912162017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/11/torrential-fire.html' title='Torrential Fire'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-263084345327243836</id><published>2009-10-24T09:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:29:06.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where Faez Has A New Boyfriend &amp; Nadia Dates Her Books</title><content type='html'>Yeah. We met quite late. I need to change my phone plan. My phone bills have burnt a hole in my pocket. So, yeah, I changed it to Student Plan. I met Faez at TM before going to lib to study. She was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su3FHRPoAVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SfG9-QTFZpM/s1600/100_1223.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started drawing. And made herself a boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su3Evb0mWgI/AAAAAAAAACs/NrcaYGnJkvI/s1600/DSC01756.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am busy dating my books. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx4oxhKW3DI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nDnxrHXtuGs/s1600/100_1221.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't anything much, but we did snap a few pictures here and there. Some were funny and I especially like the one when Faez was sitting but she looked as if she was going to yakyak*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su3E-FVWYQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/E4QSSC1ALHA/s1600/100_1233.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yakyak* a term we use to describe the act of defecating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day?? &lt;br /&gt;There is no word of the Day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su3GCmSLjJI/AAAAAAAAADE/F4XhsRJMqck/s1600/100_1252.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iimmgg.com/gallery/g6d295dee51a7b87b64a856f6396aded5/"&gt;The One Where Faez Has A New Boyfriend &amp;amp; Nadia Dates Her Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-263084345327243836?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/263084345327243836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-where-faez-has-new-boyfriend-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/263084345327243836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/263084345327243836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-where-faez-has-new-boyfriend-and.html' title='The One Where Faez Has A New Boyfriend &amp; Nadia Dates Her Books'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su3FHRPoAVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SfG9-QTFZpM/s72-c/100_1223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-6232291633598576964</id><published>2009-10-23T11:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:58:02.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Special</title><content type='html'>A week to Halloween, and we got ourselves an awesome scare. It was late in the evening when Faez wanted to go to the playground near my old house. So we went but didn't play much. I told her that we are able to walk all the way to East Coast Park from Simei by walking through the park connectors all the way to Bedok Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su22VrZnfDI/AAAAAAAAABk/pyl_fGq7Wns/s1600/100_1183.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We snapped a few pictures - okies, maybe not "a few" but rather quite a number of pictures - along the way to the park connector near the Monsoon drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su23kcVB_CI/AAAAAAAAABs/NwvmQtRO9HE/s1600/100_1216.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious and we laughed alot. Until we reached the park connector beside the Newater plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su231FXPsNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Thw1avIglWA/s1600/100_1218.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to get the creeps and Faez wanted to take a few pictures in there, but I was reluctant to step into the park connector. Don't ask me why. It's a feeling, and I can get abit paranoid at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su25tgurY0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/GfV2G1QX8uI/s1600/100_1219.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in, but not in too deep when we heard rustling in the trees to our left. Faez was nearer to the trees. Our heads just turned towards them and I saw this branch-looking thing break from the tree. I focused on that, but Faez looked up and saw something yellowish white, the size of a human moving away. She stared at that for quite a while until I had to urge her to run by grabbing her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed the road to the other side, feeling creeped out and amused at the same time. Creeped out because of what just happened. And amused because we can't believe it happened. There's this motorcycle rider and his girlfriend zoomed past, but the girlfriend gave a creepy scream when she passed us. Me and Faez, at the same time had only one thought racing in our minds. &lt;i&gt;"WHAT did she see??"&lt;/i&gt; So we walked all the way to the opposite bus stop, as we decide not to continue our journey. The cyclist had to scare us, and I had the feeling that something was following us so we walked super-fast. In the end, we couldn't find the bus stop that 9 would pass. So we decided to walk back to East Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We experienced it again when we passed ITE Simei. There was this overhead bridge that lead to the front of the school. The pathway that we were walking at had to lead to the side of the bridge, and away from the light and the main road. It was the very last minute that my instinct told me to change direction and walked outside on the road itself. I pulled Faez and we both changed direction. At the same time, Faez and I heard the similar rustlings on trees above us. She then heard soft chatter while I heard something which sounds like the sounds made by a lizard, only softer, and creepier, followed by a soft wail. We walked all the way to East point. I hope it didn't follow us then. We suggested it must have waited for us on the trees to corner us in front of the ITE, but because I changed direction, it moved outwards to the road, which explains why the rustling trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was creepy, but hey, it's a good Halloween scare. Although it spooked us out and made us so afraid, and not to mention paranoid, I'm quite sure we would laugh about it sometime soon. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su2689qZDbI/AAAAAAAAACE/2TLOYx5aOZE/s1600/100_1209.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iimmgg.com/gallery/gdd7aba0ab87b2eda78260202d3cc2fbf/"&gt;Halloween Special&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our word is &lt;i style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"PARANOID"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dictionary:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Paranoid&lt;/i&gt; (adjective) Exhibiting or characterized by extreme and irrational fear or distrust of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defining Definition:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Paranoid&lt;/i&gt; (adjective) Combining the act of being overly aware and wary of the surroundings with the act of thinking of every possible bad outcomes that could arise, resulting to great fear of something that hasn't occured. Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-6232291633598576964?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6232291633598576964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/6232291633598576964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/6232291633598576964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-special.html' title='Halloween Special'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su22VrZnfDI/AAAAAAAAABk/pyl_fGq7Wns/s72-c/100_1183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-6310219089154600751</id><published>2009-10-19T09:14:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:22:27.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where Faez Studies Nadia Studying</title><content type='html'>Thank God ladies are made to multi-task. Yesterday, I study and chill with Faez at the same time. It's a weird way to multi-task, but if you've got a friend who wants to chill, and you need to study, it'd leave you with barely no other options left. And the options will not include you ditching your friend, or your studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su3BEZeSmWI/AAAAAAAAACU/u1ChbvVUtm4/s1600/100_1166.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su3BLQRf9fI/AAAAAAAAACk/5kWuokY8P_o/s1600/100_1179.JPG" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole day, we sat - we actually sat! - and study. I study chem. And Faez study me. We talked quite alot of random topics. Gossip. Gossip. Talk. A bit of whining about chem now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/St1nyl66XqI/AAAAAAAAABE/qLkvbJ6yn2s/s1600/100_1160.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at our drawings - she laughs at her doodle&amp;nbsp;drawings&amp;nbsp;and me laugh at my oversized benzene ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su3BILpawkI/AAAAAAAAACc/f6K4-ZuwiFE/s1600/100_1167.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that's about it. Faez was tired, and sleepy, and bored. I'm tired, and tired, and tired. Of Chem. Until my A's are done with, this is how we shall chill. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su3A-VVPH5I/AAAAAAAAACM/4-M8OAzbYQI/s1600/100_1161.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our word for the day? &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"MULTI-TASK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dictionary:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Multi-task&lt;/i&gt; (noun) The concurrent operation by one central processing unit of two or more processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I'd define multi-task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defining Definitions:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Multi-task&lt;/i&gt; (noun) The act of&amp;nbsp;handling many tasks&amp;nbsp;at a time,&amp;nbsp;usually putting the doer&amp;nbsp;at risk&amp;nbsp;of severe brain deficiency if it is being carried out excessively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-6310219089154600751?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6310219089154600751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-where-faez-studies-nadia-studying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/6310219089154600751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/6310219089154600751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-where-faez-studies-nadia-studying.html' title='The One Where Faez Studies Nadia Studying'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Su3BEZeSmWI/AAAAAAAAACU/u1ChbvVUtm4/s72-c/100_1166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-6851680040300654244</id><published>2009-10-16T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:23:31.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where Faez Is Bored &amp; Nad Is bored Mugging</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dictionary:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Oxymoron&lt;/i&gt; (noun) a self-contradictory and false proposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defining Definitions:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Oxymoron&lt;/i&gt; (noun) A combination of opposing words that makes things sound better than they really are. Example: Act natural, found missing, only choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Study break" is my current favourite. Yeah, as you all can guess, I'm having a study break right now. Today was, well, my "farewell" - except for the fact that I'd be going back to school now and then for compulsory lessons and consultations. And I'm sitting my A's in less than a month. I may sound calm and collected when you read this post. But the truth is, I'm freaking out. Oh, yeah, I am. As much as I want my A's to be over and done with, I'm terrified to face it. This would mean that me and Faez wouldn't be meeting much. And I think this bloggie would be inactive if I don't type something out here. So, I'm going to try - as much as I can - to update this bloggie. =) And when I'm finally done with my A's, and finally having a "life", this bloggie shall be filled with posts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-6851680040300654244?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/6851680040300654244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-where-faez-is-bored-and-nad-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/6851680040300654244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/6851680040300654244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-where-faez-is-bored-and-nad-is.html' title='The One Where Faez Is Bored &amp; Nad Is bored Mugging'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-5952329054476053852</id><published>2009-10-06T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:24:50.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One When Faez Was Pissed At 4AM</title><content type='html'>I was asleep. I swear I was, even after the countless nightmares that I've been having lately. Then, I heard my phone beep or vibrate, or make that irritating sound. I didn't know what happened until I woke up for school at 6AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Faez. Hmm, unexpected, but not surprising. I guess I know her well enough that her surprises don't usually surprise me. (: She told me she was pissed. I checked the time. 4AM. Okie, wow. She must have stayed up again. She told me the reason over the phone.&amp;nbsp;Someone just annoyed her. We'll&amp;nbsp;call him H since this is not a private blog and I don't want anyone feeling hurt. Besides, I think typing his name out would be a complete waste of time.&amp;nbsp;Oh yeah. I've "dated" him for a short time, so I know what he's like. Sheesh. It's too frustating to type it all here. But I try my best to keep it short and...well... not bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background information about him. Okies, more like a step-by-step process of your relationship with H, if&amp;nbsp; it ever happens. Though at first H seems pretty much innocent, you'd realise that if you hang out with him for a longer period of time, he's clingy, over-sensitive, and too emotional with even trivial matters. It makes you roll your eyes, and the worse part, it's that you can't help but to do so. You can't pity him. And you can't hate him. Well, at least not yet. Then, as your friendship proceeds, he becomes Mr Always Right. Either that, or Mr Never Wrong. The claims he makes, the facts he mention, the issues that he surfaced, are nothing worth more&amp;nbsp;than any ordinary assumption. Yeah. That's him. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He makes assumptions assuming that he's ALWAYS right. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what that got on Faez's&amp;nbsp; nerves. After chatting for a short period of time online, H jumps to conclusion by making wild accusations just because he thinks everyone is like him. Please. If the world is full of him, he'd be so&amp;nbsp;sick of himself that he'd kill everyone else and shoot himself dead. But before that, he'd have to overcome his magnified ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually had the nerve to&amp;nbsp;say Faez is having problems. Look, the only problem she's having is him. He claims to know that she is "having problems and its okay because he has them&amp;nbsp;too" and that he is trying to "figure her out". Dude, if you think that life suck and that everyone else feels the same way too, I'd suggest you seek professional help. Depression can be cured (maybe not his). Faez will be there to help him if he ever goes into IMH, or maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"Defining Definitions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has to end of by defining something, right? Well, the word for today is &lt;i style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"ASSUMPTION"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dictionary:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Assumption&lt;/i&gt; (noun) presumption, arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defining Definition:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Assumption&lt;/i&gt; (noun)&amp;nbsp;an over-generalisation of things&amp;nbsp;to make&amp;nbsp;them easier&amp;nbsp;for understanding,&amp;nbsp;or in other words to "figure&amp;nbsp;them out".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-5952329054476053852?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5952329054476053852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-when-faez-was-pissed-at-four-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/5952329054476053852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/5952329054476053852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-when-faez-was-pissed-at-four-am.html' title='The One When Faez Was Pissed At 4AM'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-7787256237075921975</id><published>2009-09-29T22:32:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:07:03.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where The Mask-Quitoes Attack</title><content type='html'>We went to the Singapore Eye Centre. For me, it's because of the inflammation in my eye that I've had since Primary 5. For Faez, she's hoping to find a cure to her ever-growing and darkening...EYE BAG! She can go for days without sleep, and still survive. If I do that, I might, at the end of it all, just fall asleep. And never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/SsJF0Nbok3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/WDoMq0Fjf5Y/s200/100_0676.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had to put masks on. I swear, the thing can cover my face! Faez looks like some Arabian girl - with the brown contact lenses and the mask. What she's missing though is the black robe and the head scarf! JUST IMAGINE! Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faez and I talked and brought up random topics. She even told me about her recent ghostly encounter. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/SsJJvtxqFjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_Pl9DHiNXCg/s1600-h/100_0639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/SsJJvtxqFjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_Pl9DHiNXCg/s320/100_0639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Paris* after that to have our Dunch* and met up with Ami before we walked all the way to Paris Park. I tell you, the mosquitoes there are wicked. I was in my Uniform - a simple blouse and a knee-length skirt - but I think that the mosquitoes managed to have bites at areas that are not that accessible! Ami had that problem too. Faez is lucky she wore skinnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/SsJLbeiMhtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_7VF08P7NN4/s1600/100_0710.JPG" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iimmgg.com/gallery/gcf9c5e1110428f4db373ce7128dcaf4b/"&gt;The One Where The Mask-Quitoes Attack &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"Defining Definitions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I have chosen the word &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"CONFIDENCE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; as the word of today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dictionary: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confidence&lt;/i&gt; (noun) self-assurance arising from a belief one's own ability to achieve things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defining Definitions: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confidence&lt;/i&gt; (noun) An act of being in denial to the fact that we're not that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paris is Pasir Ris for short&lt;br /&gt;*Dunch is dinner and Lunch combined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-7787256237075921975?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/7787256237075921975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-where-mask-quitoes-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/7787256237075921975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/7787256237075921975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-where-mask-quitoes-attack.html' title='The One Where The Mask-Quitoes Attack'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/SsJF0Nbok3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/WDoMq0Fjf5Y/s72-c/100_0676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-5693384439322312020</id><published>2009-09-26T03:35:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:27:15.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where Faez Didn't Sleep</title><content type='html'>Guess what?! We went to our "Elementary School".. Wanna act chim only. Haha! Anyways, speaking about the school, I couldn't believe that it looks so old. What I mean is, I know it's old but our school moved all the way to Bedok! I thought it was going to be a little more "good-looking", so to speak,&amp;nbsp;than the previous one which was at Tampines.&amp;nbsp;Damn! I can&amp;nbsp;ramble&amp;nbsp;on and on about the school being old but I don't think you people would want to&amp;nbsp;read about it. &lt;br /&gt;Just go look for yourself.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia and I&amp;nbsp;met at around 1pm after she&amp;nbsp;ended school. Bought a gift for a special someone... &lt;em&gt;*pervertic smile*&lt;/em&gt; Nah, just kidding. It's for a teacher, Mdm Jalela.&amp;nbsp;I know what you are thinking. Teacher's Day was so long ago. Haha! We bought&amp;nbsp;this pencil holder which has&amp;nbsp;a yellowish-orangey sun on it to clip your photo. Nadia wanted to buy the one with the lion but I thought she was trying to imply that the teacher was fierce. So I suggested the elephant. Come to think of it,&amp;nbsp;if she were to choose the elephant then that will be like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Whoah! You tryna say I'm fat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual when you haven't seen that someone for a long time, you can spend hours just sitting and talking about stuff. And yes people, we did sit and spend hours talking about stuff... We talked and talked till Nad's stomach actually growled. Ooohhh.... Scaarryy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was all said and done, we went to Paris to grab some food. We didn't actually&amp;nbsp;GRAB the food, we bought it in a very civilised manner of course. You know with the, "Hi auntie.."&amp;nbsp;I don't think you all&amp;nbsp;know who's the Auntie. Never mind, forget about her. So we sat down. Open styrofoam pack. Eat eat eat. And then went to the playground. This is the fun part!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"SWING! HERE I COME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*metal chain breaks*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nah.. too dramatic. Wait people! &lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving you any&amp;nbsp;hints to buy me an "ELEPHANT" pencil holder,ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to the playground but there were two girls on the swing. Both of them were like what..? 15? Still wanna play the swing. Childish.&amp;nbsp;Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Rolls eyes and give that&amp;nbsp;irritated,"I'm gonna smack your face"&amp;nbsp;look*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!&amp;nbsp;I almost forgot, I'm 18... Hahahaha.... &lt;em&gt;*blushblush*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh.... I have to get some sleep! It's like what now? 3 in the morning? Haven't slept for let's see.. One. Two. Three. Including today, Four.&lt;br /&gt;And this reminds me of what Dr. House said; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"Your brain starts shutting down slowly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't feel it man..&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall go to sleep now. My body's aching! And I have a long day tomorrow.. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sr0ZnOifHMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCTSJnw9pXo/s1600/100_0610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iimmgg.com/gallery/gaefbd3b45e25bd5edfab93fba64f8b65/"&gt;The One Where Faez Didn't Sleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-5693384439322312020?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/feeds/5693384439322312020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-where-faez-didnt-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/5693384439322312020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/5693384439322312020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-where-faez-didnt-sleep.html' title='The One Where Faez Didn&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sr0ZnOifHMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCTSJnw9pXo/s72-c/100_0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-7149234869351314484</id><published>2009-09-25T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:19:23.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Emotions Flow'/><title type='text'>Skyline</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My trust is built on your words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To tie down my fears and bury my secrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the clouds start to hide the stars,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd search for your hand in the dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could let go and not be afraid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be that girl on the swing again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'd be her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the current shifts direction,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She would have me anchored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When mirrors sigh to imperfections,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'd have my doubts reassured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'd be that rose that blooms in winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that remedy for wounded hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'd be the music when you hear the thunder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holding me from falling apart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd jump together into thrills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not giving the world a damn, not casting a glance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the world starts inflicting you pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could lean in against me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chase away your fears and don't hold back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could be that girl on the swing again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'd be her best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even as two worlds collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nothing can pull us apart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time can forge a sea between us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when the moon's silver turn grey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or the stars die out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd still have you leading my way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could always be the girls on the swings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And still remain best friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-7149234869351314484?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/7149234869351314484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/7149234869351314484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/skyline_25.html' title='Skyline'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-1317178470434502355</id><published>2009-09-25T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:01:04.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Emotions Flow'/><title type='text'>Pandora's Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Watch me rip my heart into two,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As my inner demons dance (Dance to hell's cries)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it could only be me against you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your presence would only scrape me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burning my heart from within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mistakes and sins would flow through my veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I'd drench myself with tears and pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am tired of running through the rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd hear you summoning my sleeping soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your whispers inject venom to my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My&amp;nbsp;frozen lips cannot reply your calls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my eyelids are too heavy to lift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I ever wake, I could just be twisting the key in the lock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch me rend my mind apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As my inner demons sing (Sing to hell's curses)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dying love with a decayed heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your presence would only trace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My chest with the blade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killing me inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mistakes and sins would flow through my veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I'd drench myself with tears and pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am tired of running through the rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This key to Pandora's Box...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-1317178470434502355?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/1317178470434502355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/1317178470434502355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/pandoras-box.html' title='Pandora&apos;s Box'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-4024968741887773729</id><published>2009-09-25T07:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:07:29.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Emotions Flow'/><title type='text'>Critical Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Your Dad has never cared for me or you.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You'd never understand the pain I've been through.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If I have a chance, I would leave you.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I cannot shut my eyes from your agonies&lt;br /&gt;Or watch you lay like a used, broken doll.&lt;br /&gt;You'd whisper your pain to the breeze&lt;br /&gt;And I would wrestle with my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The armour you used cannot stand the hit,&lt;br /&gt;You have to battle without your shield.&lt;br /&gt;And the mask you wore can no longer conceal&lt;br /&gt;Your emotional scars that just won't heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never intend to hold you&lt;br /&gt;From those big dreams that could have been,&lt;br /&gt;But helplessness drags me through&lt;br /&gt;Like waves drawing sand under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies can't undo what we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And words are like blades you can't retract.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be biting th bullet that you aimed for my heart,&lt;br /&gt;From that shot which could tear me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words scorched my insides bad&lt;br /&gt;And echoes of torrent insults drowned me dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"I wish I have never known your Dad, so I wouldn't have to bring you in this world"&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smiled a little too wide&lt;br /&gt;When you tried to hide your fears.&lt;br /&gt;But your betraying eyes were filled with doubt&lt;br /&gt;When you blinked away those tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the thorn that prick her own rose...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bridge:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"Your Dad has never cared for me or you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But as long as you still do...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"You'd never understand the pain I've been through.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I've always tried to...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7d053f;"&gt;"If I have a chance,&amp;nbsp; I would leave you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please stay, I need you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What would a candle be without a flame? (A darkened soul...)&lt;br /&gt;What would life be without it's warmth? (A night so cold...)&lt;br /&gt;What would I be without you? (No hand to hold...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-4024968741887773729?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/4024968741887773729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/4024968741887773729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/critical-edge.html' title='Critical Edge'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-8459096151847364649</id><published>2009-09-25T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:13:59.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Emotions Flow'/><title type='text'>My Timeless Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Driving through memory lane&lt;br /&gt;Where my chasing fears lashed across.&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of my throbbing pain&lt;br /&gt;Where my tormenting childhood&lt;br /&gt;Smothered my strength into ashe.&lt;br /&gt;Caught and tangled in nightmare's webs,&lt;br /&gt;I'd relive a troubled past.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He shouldn't see me die (It was't right)&lt;br /&gt;I'd bite my lips and silent my cries&lt;br /&gt;With ebbing numbness&lt;br /&gt;And pain blinding my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;It will end mercilessly (As promised)&lt;br /&gt;And when my chest burned dry,&lt;br /&gt;He'd hum me his lullaby&lt;br /&gt;And kiss me goodnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuality seeps through my soul&lt;br /&gt;like acid eating its ways.&lt;br /&gt;A devastating truth being foretold,&lt;br /&gt;Slapping reality across my face&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my hopes cold.&lt;br /&gt;Forced to play nightmare's sick games,&lt;br /&gt;I'm chained by reality.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grappling with uncertainties,&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the shadows that surround.&lt;br /&gt;The future - a sea of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;With every change of the tide&lt;br /&gt;Comes another twist in the plot&lt;br /&gt;Struggled to break from nightmares hold.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be lost in a bleak future...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-8459096151847364649?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/8459096151847364649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/8459096151847364649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-timeless-existence.html' title='My Timeless Existence'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-7374145993847642469</id><published>2009-09-25T06:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:09:46.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Emotions Flow'/><title type='text'>Magician By Night, Illusion By Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A kiss that holds a promise.&lt;br /&gt;A love that knows no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;His confession, an admission&lt;br /&gt;Of his sweet mix of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His charisma toys her mind&lt;br /&gt;His charm flirts with her devotion.&lt;br /&gt;But how can she resist the devil's lair?&lt;br /&gt;Where the temptation lingers densely in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Dragging her into despair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's a magician by night&lt;br /&gt;For he teases, captivates and leaves her dazed.&lt;br /&gt;She's already put her soul at stake&lt;br /&gt;And she's drawn a cross on her heart&lt;br /&gt;Where the arrow would penetrate.&lt;br /&gt;He'd depart before daybreak&lt;br /&gt;And only return a little too late.&lt;br /&gt;He's an illusion by day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touch that shows his expression.&lt;br /&gt;A smile offers a night of passion.&lt;br /&gt;Her confession, a declaration&lt;br /&gt;Of her love for her magician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice drugged her insides,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't reel out before she fell in.&lt;br /&gt;But how can she resist the hunter's trap?&lt;br /&gt;Where lines will be crossed and circles overlap,&lt;br /&gt;Rules threatened to be broken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bridge:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He'd have her in a trance&lt;br /&gt;Chained her heart with his&lt;br /&gt;And guard the key with spirits.&lt;br /&gt;But the devil has fallen with his sins&lt;br /&gt;And the hunters in love with his prey&lt;br /&gt;And so has the magician by night (An illusion by day)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-7374145993847642469?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/7374145993847642469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/7374145993847642469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/magician-by-night-illusion-by-day.html' title='Magician By Night, Illusion By Day'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-8879738256122739471</id><published>2009-09-25T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:55:46.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Emotions Flow'/><title type='text'>The Twisted Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Utter the words that you don't mean&lt;br /&gt;Pain knifing you till you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Resurrecting a dead relationship.&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fill empty promises,&lt;br /&gt;Fix shattered hearts with bitter lies&lt;br /&gt;You're tangled in your twisted truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight the enemy that can't be seen&lt;br /&gt;Resolve the conflict within&lt;br /&gt;Hurt stained your word red but&lt;br /&gt;Explaining dosn't change a thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you feel how the walls close in&lt;br /&gt;Memorize the anguish that I was facing.&lt;br /&gt;You'd know how it's like with your dignity in dust&lt;br /&gt;And how it feels when I breached your trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could watch as you lay breathless&lt;br /&gt;While you play tag with the ghost of your guilt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assume what you can't understand&lt;br /&gt;And you're no longer in command&lt;br /&gt;'Coz misery got the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;And no, you can't mend my broken trust&lt;br /&gt;'Coz two wrongs don't make right&lt;br /&gt;You're lost in a maze of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviving what used to be of us&lt;br /&gt;But your time is running up.&lt;br /&gt;Heartache traced your voice&lt;br /&gt;But excuses gets you nowhere... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bridge:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like eternity losing its years,&lt;br /&gt;Like the fire losing its sparks (What you've had till it's lost)&lt;br /&gt;Like the night losing its stars,&lt;br /&gt;Like the kiss losing its touch (What you've had till it's lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lost me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7436200060739167202-8879738256122739471?l=defining-definitions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/8879738256122739471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7436200060739167202/posts/default/8879738256122739471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://defining-definitions.blogspot.com/2009/09/twisted-truth.html' title='The Twisted Truth'/><author><name>Faez &amp;amp; Nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08819348869421791762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2wl0f7KByVo/Sx41IzQYSJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csBioVgM1ds/S220/100_1252.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7436200060739167202.post-5056239137399889883</id><published>2009-09-23T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:13:40.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are Defining Definitions...&lt;br /&gt;There's only two of us; Faez and Nadia. Isn't it sad? I know... 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