<?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-7453995837118220663</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:07:53.895+08:00</updated><category term='love doesnt exist'/><category term='jianrong'/><title type='text'>Keep this on your mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4881829718659304491</id><published>2011-07-17T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:11:22.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanatophillia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;SONG OF THE DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Dubby Jonny - 9 Drop (Dubstep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JASySDsj2xQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dubstep has really become a drug for me :&amp;gt; Not a single day goes by without it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really feel like penning/typing some thoughts down right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I intend to change my artist name from Bryan Brilliance to something else. Someone told me that Bryan Brilliance sounds like a really ego amateur and I have to agree with that. I love the name The Heartbreak Riot but it really sounds like an alternative/post-hardcore band. I don't want that name-image association. I was thinking of going with Firesprite because it's really nice and sweet to roll off one's tongue but it doesn't describe me at all. Firesprite is a name I thought of two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I thought of using a word I thought looked really cool, "Eirenicon".&lt;br /&gt;Pronounced as Ai-ri-ni-kon. The thing is that it would be difficult for many to spell as well as pronounce, so it wouldn't get as popular as it could possibly get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what, could describe me? I tend to make music that sounds angsty yet beautiful at the same time. Well I do think it's beautiful. Pretty much anything that I want others to appreciate HAS TO BE GOOD. I don't declare myself a perfectionist for nothing. And also, I've been really fascinated by the idea of death and dying. It's almost like thanatophillia. Gruesome illustrations of girls will blood all over the mouths and smiling insanely arouses me. I must be crazy. But yeah, it's true. I intend to look for words related to death/insanity later today or sometime soon. That will have to be my finalized artist name. I can't afford to keep changing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel short of time. And I know the cause of it is really just my addiction to the internet. I'm on Facebook all the time that I'm on the internet and it's really consuming too much of my time... Replying to unnecessary posts and poking my nose into others' business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I waste too much time on is porn. I just can't make a quick fap to a video and be done with it. I keep searching for new videos and watch them from start to end because I demand foreplay. Ahh... Speaking of which... Brb fapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-4881829718659304491?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4881829718659304491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/07/thanatophillia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4881829718659304491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4881829718659304491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/07/thanatophillia.html' title='Thanatophillia?'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JASySDsj2xQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-2486494943478962698</id><published>2011-07-17T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:14:25.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I retried a personality twice to get these results.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel that they're as accurate as can be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-2486494943478962698?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/2486494943478962698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-retried-personality-twice-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2486494943478962698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2486494943478962698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-retried-personality-twice-to-get.html' title='Am I...?'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-5835157283439975078</id><published>2011-05-30T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:23:28.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatter The Seeds Left To Grow The Right Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css"&gt; &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Cocoa HTML Writer"&gt; &lt;meta name="CocoaVersion" content="1038.35"&gt; &lt;style type="text/css"&gt; p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Helvetica} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Helvetica; min-height: 19.0px} &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="p1"&gt;An error made should ensue with a lesson learned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;With just a figure of faith, forgiveness comes unearned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Look up to the sky and clasp your shaking hands,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Kneel through a daily ritual, and cheapen your repents.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;The rain is coming, mistakes will be whitewashed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Ignorance is our bliss, we all have been brainwashed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I'm trying to portray the world, as crudely as I can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;We're relentlessly rejecting the truth we can't understand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Existence is meaningless.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;A continuation, an endless cycle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Identity is worthless,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;just distinguishing empty vessels.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;All I just want is to see a better tomorrow,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I am waiting, waiting to die.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Another day just comes and will be borrowed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I'm not living, just clinging on to life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I'll never know when I'll be killed in sleep,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;And if I'm waking, what will I see?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Another day pulled along like beads on a thread?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;The only voice I've been hearing is the screaming in my head.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Everyday is a lie, because we believe we're alive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;We need to save ourselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Our souls have ruptured and we're bleeding inside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I am not living, just clinging on to life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;Hollow and selfish is what we've become. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;We're just taking on a human form.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I'll finally escape from this world I hate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I'll mean my goodbye for the very last time it is said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-5835157283439975078?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/5835157283439975078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/05/better-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5835157283439975078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5835157283439975078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/05/better-tomorrow.html' title='Scatter The Seeds Left To Grow The Right Meat'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-600846620419308906</id><published>2011-04-30T15:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T17:09:35.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Waifus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets see... I'm about to compile a list of girls I really felt great affection for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and because they're all fictional, I'm pretty much declaring that I'm really an otaku after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their positions in my heart are not placed by the order in this list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Touwa Erio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Denna Onna to Seishun Otoko)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-AcX9vMfWw/TbvFNYXluRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DIvwU3BUPOc/s400/preview5961ba971e1eab426d7a1dcab8fae467.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601287395235707154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Victorique De Blois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Gosick)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pghg_Cd_wec/TbvQAtq3L-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/FpHBk0rceCM/s400/184922_204763429550182_192785374081321_802152_3237139_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601299272243294178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Gokou Ruri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ore No Imouto Konnani Kawaii Wake ga Nai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUQ3P0_OxQY/TbvQAGrrUuI/AAAAAAAAADs/Hetsz5S--oE/s400/preview2bc1c0bd4d2b582d78adfd30fac4d4b5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601299261777728226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Tachibana Kanade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Angel Beats!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pw5h_5L4dUo/TbvQvv0rqYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t29NJe_jJp8/s400/Konachan.com%2B-%2B75983%2Bangel_beats%2521%2Bseifuku%2Btachibana_kanade%2Btenshi%2Bwings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601300080275204482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Index Liborium Prohibitorium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(To Aru Majutsu No Index)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7BGQS8Vwoo/TbvQATKFaUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6Omm51H6H-Y/s1600/ajkz10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7BGQS8Vwoo/TbvQATKFaUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6Omm51H6H-Y/s400/ajkz10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601299265126492482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUQ3P0_OxQY/TbvQAGrrUuI/AAAAAAAAADs/Hetsz5S--oE/s1600/preview2bc1c0bd4d2b582d78adfd30fac4d4b5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUQ3P0_OxQY/TbvQAGrrUuI/AAAAAAAAADs/Hetsz5S--oE/s1600/preview2bc1c0bd4d2b582d78adfd30fac4d4b5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Elsea de Lute Irma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Kami Nomi zo Shiru Sekai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn6nKtgBtRo/TbvKGPuaz1I/AAAAAAAAADE/ezzH9djy8jI/s400/167a99e565cb73ec86428388eb7cbd6d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601292770214596434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Nessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Fractale)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhBl1DADZk4/TbvKGZ9FHYI/AAAAAAAAADM/AtrZqOiaRCo/s400/%255BUTW%255D_Fractale_-_04_%255Bh264-720p%255D%255BBE4B9022%255D.mkv%2B-%2B00001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601292772960443778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Ikaros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Sora No Otoshimono)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyOzYpkNXyU/TbvQBETfa_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9Y7ZEAhmaAg/s1600/ed6e4730531df0652fd31bcd357bba0d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyOzYpkNXyU/TbvQBETfa_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9Y7ZEAhmaAg/s400/ed6e4730531df0652fd31bcd357bba0d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601299278319283186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pghg_Cd_wec/TbvQAtq3L-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/FpHBk0rceCM/s1600/184922_204763429550182_192785374081321_802152_3237139_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Dragon Crisis!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOppSq6Npic/TbvKGnncCLI/AAAAAAAAADU/xAAgNg5Q59k/s1600/164014_120329401372796_120329304706139_146042_7011278_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOppSq6Npic/TbvKGnncCLI/AAAAAAAAADU/xAAgNg5Q59k/s400/164014_120329401372796_120329304706139_146042_7011278_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601292776627767474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhBl1DADZk4/TbvKGZ9FHYI/AAAAAAAAADM/AtrZqOiaRCo/s1600/%255BUTW%255D_Fractale_-_04_%255Bh264-720p%255D%255BBE4B9022%255D.mkv%2B-%2B00001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VhBl1DADZk4/TbvKGZ9FHYI/AAAAAAAAADM/AtrZqOiaRCo/s1600/%255BUTW%255D_Fractale_-_04_%255Bh264-720p%255D%255BBE4B9022%255D.mkv%2B-%2B00001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Eucliwood Hellscythe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Kore Wa Zombie Desu Ka?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfvT854qNbo/TbvKGzWCvsI/AAAAAAAAADc/nTJWdJroXFA/s400/168077_150244071699447_136321269758394_276325_5112514_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601292779776032450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOppSq6Npic/TbvKGnncCLI/AAAAAAAAADU/xAAgNg5Q59k/s1600/164014_120329401372796_120329304706139_146042_7011278_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOppSq6Npic/TbvKGnncCLI/AAAAAAAAADU/xAAgNg5Q59k/s1600/164014_120329401372796_120329304706139_146042_7011278_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And.. After compiling this list, I realised that none of these girls are actually women ._.&lt;br /&gt;They're all possibly... Under 18 zomgz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-600846620419308906?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/600846620419308906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-top-waifus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/600846620419308906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/600846620419308906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-top-waifus.html' title='My Top Waifus'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-AcX9vMfWw/TbvFNYXluRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DIvwU3BUPOc/s72-c/preview5961ba971e1eab426d7a1dcab8fae467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-3636737938012798948</id><published>2011-04-13T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:49:28.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Lesson's in Life</title><content type='html'>Lesson 1: Naked Wife&lt;br /&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you $800 to drop that towel.” After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 dollars and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks,…&lt;br /&gt;“Who was that?” “It was Bob the next door neighbor,” she replies. “Great!” the husband says, “Did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, “I’ll give each of you just one wish” “Me first! Me first!” says the administration clerk. “I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.” Poof! She’s gone. “Me next! Me next!” says the sales rep. “I want to be in Hawaii,relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.” Poof! He’s gone. “OK, you’re up,” the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, “I want those two back in the office after lunch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3&lt;br /&gt;A priest offered a lift to a Nun. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said,”Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest removed his hand. But,changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest apologized “Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, “Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 4&lt;br /&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested.&lt;br /&gt;A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 5: Power of Charisma&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well, why don’t you nibble on my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it wont keep you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 6&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy&lt;br /&gt;2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend&lt;br /&gt;3. And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-3636737938012798948?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/3636737938012798948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-lessons-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/3636737938012798948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/3636737938012798948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-lessons-in-life.html' title='6 Lesson&apos;s in Life'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-5231218222348439662</id><published>2011-02-28T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:39:08.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voluntary Solitary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css"&gt; &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Cocoa HTML Writer"&gt; &lt;meta name="CocoaVersion" content="1038.35"&gt; &lt;style type="text/css"&gt; p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times} span.s1 {font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'} &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Falling. I took a dive from grace&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everything means nothing&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when everything is fading away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Drowning, in a bottomless pit,&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unable to scream when I'm dying again inside&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and this tests my mortality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The sky parts and moans away&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Washing my eyes, washing my eyes&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I always chase the sunsets, but never the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Save me, bring my world into your hands&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've given up on everything I called my life&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and let the sorrow build me&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Change me, lift me up to light once more&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;take my hand and walk me through&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;away from my hopelessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tell me your tales of love&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tell me your world of blithe,&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that I'll never come to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Veil me behind the curtains of blood&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No one, no one, needs to see me&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No one wants to see my face again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Broken bones will always mend&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The broken-hearted can find another love&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but can you live a broken life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have come to hate this life&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and hate all the words I meant for you&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And when i see the joy in your eyes&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hate the despair I see in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Save me, bring my world into your hands&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've given up on everything I called my life&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and let the sorrow build me&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Change me, lift me up to light once more&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;take my hand and walk me through&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;away from my hopelessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hiding, from fractured rays of light&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I try to find myself some solace&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and cold serenity alone&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sinking, into the backdrop&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No one needs to see the face of this&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Save me, bring my world into your hands&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've given up on everything I called my life&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and let the anguish choke me&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Change me, lift me up to light once more&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;grant me just one wish to be&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-5231218222348439662?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/5231218222348439662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/02/voluntary-solitary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5231218222348439662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5231218222348439662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/02/voluntary-solitary.html' title='Voluntary Solitary'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-9085595365373509126</id><published>2011-02-07T21:59:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:28:55.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Updated watchlist:&lt;br /&gt;Gosick&lt;br /&gt;Clannad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Hanasaku Iroha&lt;br /&gt;Hidan No Aria&lt;br /&gt;Ano Hi Mita Hana o Namae o Bokutachi Wa Mada Shiranai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Denpa Onna to Seishun Otoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Stein's Gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Pending:&lt;br /&gt;Minami-Ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Bakemonogatari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Durarara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Death Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Toradora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Full Metal Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Gurren Lagann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Spice and Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Koe De Oshigoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Elfen Lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Higurashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Amagami SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Asobi Ni Iku Yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Completed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;K-On!&lt;br /&gt;K-On!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;To Aru Kagaku No Railgun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;To Aru Majutsu No Index&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Ore No Imouto Ga Konnani Kawaii Wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;ke Ga Nai!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Angel Beats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Highschool Of The Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Midori No Hibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Yosuga No Sora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Houkago No Pleiades&lt;br /&gt;Shiki&lt;br /&gt;School Days&lt;br /&gt;Kimikiss Pure Rouge&lt;br /&gt;Kissxsis&lt;br /&gt;Seitokai No Ichizon&lt;br /&gt;Sora No Otoshimono&lt;br /&gt;Sora No Otoshimono Forte&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kore Wa Zombie Desu Ka?&lt;br /&gt;Fractale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To Aru Majutsu No Index II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Oniichan no Koto Nanka Zenzen Suki Janain Dakara ne!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code Geass R1 &amp;amp; R2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;Yumekui Merry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: medium; "&gt;Puella Magi Madoka Magica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: medium; "&gt;Freezing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: medium; "&gt;Black Rock Shooter OVA&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/7453995837118220663-9085595365373509126?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/9085595365373509126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/02/updated-watchlist-gosick-freezing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/9085595365373509126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/9085595365373509126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/02/updated-watchlist-gosick-freezing.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-5466345003614312309</id><published>2011-01-31T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:37:40.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toaru Majutsu no Index Episode 15 [1/2]</title><content type='html'>To Aru Majutsu No Index!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_DYveKFs9RY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT TIME I HAVE THE TIME, I'LL BE WATCHING THIS EPISODE!&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man, this series is really really good. I watched episode 1 to 14 today ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I've fallen for Index... *shakes self back to reality*&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about...&lt;br /&gt;But.. She's so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I hardly did anything work-related this weekend... Damn it... I'm really... Putting myself in danger. NEED TO RUSH AND FINISH MY ASSIGNMENTS ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;*clenches fist* RAWR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and uh... Hmm.. Song of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VDQP6yesZBY" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahhhhh. This song is the best in the album ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-5466345003614312309?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/5466345003614312309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/toaru-majutsu-no-index-episode-15-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5466345003614312309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5466345003614312309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/toaru-majutsu-no-index-episode-15-12.html' title='Toaru Majutsu no Index Episode 15 [1/2]'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_DYveKFs9RY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-5647629063277663352</id><published>2011-01-30T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:03:50.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jianrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love doesnt exist'/><title type='text'>Love Doesn't Exist by Ang Jian Rong</title><content type='html'>Complete and total adoration.&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you, my heart was yours.&lt;br /&gt;In ten weeks you shaped it,&lt;br /&gt;in one night you murdered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn from my chest and laid at your feet,&lt;br /&gt;that first step you took was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Since then you've walked a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;in silence and with short remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have these memories,&lt;br /&gt;but we'll never see what we could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;like you'd never let it go?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we talked about&lt;br /&gt;where we'd be a year from now?&lt;br /&gt;Remember, because all that's left is the past.&lt;br /&gt;We'll never make another memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I died in your arms&lt;br /&gt;the last time we were together,&lt;br /&gt;So I wouldn't have to wake without you today.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made promises, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;You were a priority, was I an option?&lt;br /&gt;Promises are meaningless unless fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;and broken promises are lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;all I had to offer you was my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;So, we'll go our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you'll remember the things I've told you,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you'll realize that my sincerity was absolute.&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart was not what I sought,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I've learned from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to learn from our mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;but I do not consider this a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish the story didn't end this way,&lt;br /&gt;Because I still hold dear the girl who helped me write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have these memories,&lt;br /&gt;of a side of me that no one can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;like you'd never let it go?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we talked about&lt;br /&gt;where we'd be a year from now?&lt;br /&gt;Remember, because all that's left is the past.&lt;br /&gt;We'll never make another memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Love Doesn't Exist by Ang Jian Rong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited by Bryan Choo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o It's such a good poem x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-5647629063277663352?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/5647629063277663352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-doesnt-exist-by-ang-jian-rong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5647629063277663352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5647629063277663352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-doesnt-exist-by-ang-jian-rong.html' title='Love Doesn&apos;t Exist by Ang Jian Rong'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-9031742129878813819</id><published>2011-01-29T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T02:14:29.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motionless In White - To Keep From Getting Burned</title><content type='html'>Song of the day! Motionless In White - To Keep From Getting Burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1Y4of7-hvJg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is lovely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few bands on my current watchlist:&lt;br /&gt;We Came As Romans&lt;br /&gt;Woe, Is Me&lt;br /&gt;Asking Alexandria&lt;br /&gt;Abandon All Ships&lt;br /&gt;MSWHITE&lt;br /&gt;Oceano&lt;br /&gt;Miss May I&lt;br /&gt;Upon This Dawning&lt;br /&gt;Motionless In White&lt;br /&gt;Skyscrapers Walk Among Us&lt;br /&gt;This Romantic Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Snow White's Poison Bite&lt;br /&gt;My Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Emily&lt;br /&gt;Modern Day Escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an 8GB mp3 player or something ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-9031742129878813819?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/9031742129878813819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/motionless-in-white-to-keep-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/9031742129878813819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/9031742129878813819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/motionless-in-white-to-keep-from.html' title='Motionless In White - To Keep From Getting Burned'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1Y4of7-hvJg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-574948860580496167</id><published>2011-01-23T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:16:31.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borgore Guidede Relaxation Dub</title><content type='html'>BORGORE GUIDEDE RELAXATION DUB&lt;br /&gt;DUBSTEP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/59LUFekgCas?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty sick shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated watchlist:&lt;br /&gt;Gosick&lt;br /&gt;Ore No Imouto&lt;br /&gt;Freezing&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Crisis&lt;br /&gt;Kore Wa Zombie Desu Ka&lt;br /&gt;Fractale&lt;br /&gt;Ochinko&lt;br /&gt;Level E&lt;br /&gt;Koe De Oshigoto&lt;br /&gt;K-On!!&lt;br /&gt;To Aru Majutsu No Index&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of Anime girls that I liek?&lt;br /&gt;Kanade Tachibana&lt;br /&gt;Index Liborium Prohibitorium (&lt;- Weid name lulz)&lt;br /&gt;Mio Akiyama&lt;br /&gt;Nakano Azusa&lt;br /&gt;Gokou Ruri (Kuroneko)&lt;br /&gt;Rose (Dragon Crisis)&lt;br /&gt;Victorique De Blois&lt;br /&gt;Eucliwood Hellscythe&lt;br /&gt;Midori Kasugano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG TOMORROW A NEW EPISODE OF ZOMBIE WILL BE RELEASED! ^^&lt;br /&gt;And Dragon Crisis :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-574948860580496167?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/574948860580496167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/borgore-guidede-relaxation-dub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/574948860580496167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/574948860580496167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/borgore-guidede-relaxation-dub.html' title='Borgore Guidede Relaxation Dub'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/59LUFekgCas/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-7372154445656229864</id><published>2011-01-19T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:13:09.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandon All Ships - Take One Last Breath (video)</title><content type='html'>Song of the day: Abandon All Ships - Take One Last Breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CDgbYF48UPw?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love the energy of the performers in the video, but I feel that the video is out of sync.&lt;br /&gt;THE SYNTH IS AWSHUM!&lt;br /&gt;I introduced this to some of my friends and they said the song is awshum too but they think it would've been better without teh screamzxzxz. Oh wellz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liek talking liek thiz nao. Makez me feel goodz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-7372154445656229864?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/7372154445656229864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/abandon-all-ships-take-one-last-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7372154445656229864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7372154445656229864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/abandon-all-ships-take-one-last-breath.html' title='Abandon All Ships - Take One Last Breath (video)'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CDgbYF48UPw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-2003786165369464442</id><published>2011-01-18T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:39:08.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss May I - Relentless Chaos Official Video</title><content type='html'>So this is the song of the day: Miss May I - Relentless Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f3m3pM3Z-8Q?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated anime watchlist:&lt;br /&gt;Freezing&lt;br /&gt;Kore Wa Zombie Desu Ka?&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Crisis&lt;br /&gt;Fractale&lt;br /&gt;Gosick&lt;br /&gt;K-On!!&lt;br /&gt;To Aru Kagaku No Railgun&lt;br /&gt;To Aru Majutsu No Index&lt;br /&gt;Koe De Oshigoto&lt;br /&gt;Ore No Imouto&lt;br /&gt;Shinryaku! Ika Musume&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Tail&lt;br /&gt;Black Butler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-2003786165369464442?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/2003786165369464442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/miss-may-i-relentless-chaos-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2003786165369464442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2003786165369464442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Frostbite&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;I've gathered all this hate&lt;br /&gt;into my shivering hands.&lt;br /&gt;Hands that have always dreamed&lt;br /&gt;of changing the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile beings are like dolls,&lt;br /&gt;abused, and discarded once broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the dance of a little girl,&lt;br /&gt;with a warm laughter that aches my heart.&lt;br /&gt;My burning tears stain my face&lt;br /&gt;and I want to take her joy away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy the ignorant beings,&lt;br /&gt;with innocence as white as teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Teeth that always glow radiantly&lt;br /&gt;behind their cracked lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragile beings are like icicles,&lt;br /&gt;that shatter when they hit they floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the dance of a little girl,&lt;br /&gt;with a warm laughter that aches my heart.&lt;br /&gt;My burning tears stain my face&lt;br /&gt;and I want to take her joy away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the world sits in silence,&lt;br /&gt;a heart will be tainted and frozen.&lt;br /&gt;The reality will take innocence away,&lt;br /&gt;like the sweeping wind of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the dance of a little girl,&lt;br /&gt;with a warm laughter that aches my heart.&lt;br /&gt;My burning tears stain my face&lt;br /&gt;and I want to take her joy away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the eyes of that little girl,&lt;br /&gt;with a familiarity that calms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Burning tears trickle down her face&lt;br /&gt;as the joy is taken from her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naive and foolish fantasies are&lt;br /&gt;the hopes to keep the weak living.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I killed you a little inside.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-7433947987526632416?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/7433947987526632416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/frostbite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7433947987526632416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7433947987526632416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/frostbite.html' title='Frostbite'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-3762720791453304737</id><published>2011-01-17T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:41:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking Alexandria - Bite your Lips And Fake It</title><content type='html'>Alright, here's the song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c7dwLhfW-yg?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more anime to watchlist:&lt;br /&gt;Fractale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-3762720791453304737?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/c7dwLhfW-yg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-5682091121234620927</id><published>2011-01-17T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:13:23.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm afraid of 30 out of 73 common fears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;if you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you get more than 20, you're paranoid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you get 11-20, you are normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you get 10 or less, you're fearless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag 20 of your friends and find out whether or not they suffer paranoia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I fear ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] black people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] the dark&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] staying single forever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] being a parent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] being in front of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] open spaces&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] closed spaces&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] heights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] dogs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] birds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] fish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] spiders  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] flowers or other plants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total so far: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] deep water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] snakes  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] silk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] the ocean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] failure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] success&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] thunder/lightning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] frogs/toads&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] rats&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] jumping from high places&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] snow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total so far: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] rain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] wind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] crossing hanging bridges &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] death&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] heaven&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] being robbed/mugged/raped&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] falling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] clowns &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] dolls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] large crowds of people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] men&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] women&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] having great responsibilities&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] doctors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] dentists&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] tornadoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total so far: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] hurricanes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] incurable diseases&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] sharks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] Friday the 13th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] ghosts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] poverty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] Halloween&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] trains&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] odd numbers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] even numbers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] being alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] becoming blind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] becoming deaf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] growing up, becoming old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total so far: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] fairies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[x] creepy noises in the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] not accomplishing my dreams/goal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] needles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ ] blood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now Re-Post with title: “I'm afraid of X out of 73 common fears" and tag 20 people! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-5682091121234620927?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-1558795345613238563</id><published>2011-01-14T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T01:10:04.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arms Like Yours - Collapse Repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My anime watchlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;K-On!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- Lol 3 more episodes to finish! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Aru Kagaku No Railgun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- At Episode 18 now I think. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Koe De Oshigoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- CAN'T WAIT FOR EPISODE 2  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragon Crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- Waiting for Episode 2 :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fairy Tail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- Haven't started watching :o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Aru Majutsu No Index&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- Haven't started watching. Recommended by Shiki &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Butler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- Haven't started watching. Recommended by Tertius &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ore No Imouto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- Haven't started watching. Decided to follow the trend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shinryaku! Ika Musume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- Haven't started watching. Seems like Ika is a really popular character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I'll have my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better Pronunciation For Better Speech&lt;/span&gt; test and I haven't started preparing at all. I think I will on the train to school tomorrow lololol.&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a test on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keyboard Skills&lt;/span&gt;. Supposed to play a piece but heck I'm screwing that. It's gonna take too long for me to learn that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems all my exams will be coming in 4 weeks or so and I need to start doing my homework ._.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't decided on a recital piece for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keyboard Skills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recording Equipment and Mixing Techniques&lt;/span&gt; group haven't done much ._.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be bloodshed over the use of recording studios soon zomg.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acoustical Science&lt;/span&gt;... I  haven't paid attention in a single lesson the whole year... I think I'm  gonna spend a week studying by reading all the slides.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MIDI Synthesis and Composition&lt;/span&gt;... I haven't finished a single composition, and in fact, none of the three are even halfway there. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;For&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ear Training&lt;/span&gt;... oh god dammit, looks like I gotta practice every two days.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music Theory&lt;/span&gt;.. ZOMG I'M STILL AT CHAPTER 5 AND I THINK JAMES IS TEACHING CHAPTER 11 OR SOMETHING ALREADY O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. Looks like I've got a lot of work to do! Good thing that I decided to list out my homework o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW THISSSS... Learning Japanese will have to wait :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I should add a "Song Of The Day" feature from now on lololol.&lt;br /&gt;So.. That's what the title of every blog post I have from now on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYtkF-fAs_w"&gt;Arms Like Yours - Collapse Repeat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty decent metalcore song by a new band :b&lt;br /&gt;I love the melody of the singing ^,^&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sYtkF-fAs_w?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-1558795345613238563?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/1558795345613238563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/arms-like-yours-collapse-repeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/1558795345613238563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/1558795345613238563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/arms-like-yours-collapse-repeat.html' title='Arms Like Yours - Collapse Repeat'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sYtkF-fAs_w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-7414716666673604141</id><published>2011-01-11T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:49:30.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y U NO?!</title><content type='html'>OMG YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my Vocaloids from Louis and I have installed Kagamine Rin/Len, Megurine Luka, Megpoid, and Hatsune Miku (Append) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have a song up by the end of February xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've decided to improve myself and not waste everyday existing so meaninglessly:&lt;br /&gt;1) I will draw something everyday, whether good or not, or for the lulz or w/e.&lt;br /&gt;2) I will practice any instrument for at least an hour everyday. Vox/Guitar/Keyboard/Drums.&lt;br /&gt;3) I will write a new song every week.&lt;br /&gt;4) I will complete an entire composition every month.&lt;br /&gt;5) I will learn something about the Japanese Language every two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, yes I will :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-7414716666673604141?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/7414716666673604141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/y-u-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7414716666673604141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7414716666673604141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/y-u-no.html' title='Y U NO?!'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-2133871511676058322</id><published>2011-01-11T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:13:50.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lyrics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Come Back Home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;---------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I found a place where the Earth can kiss the sky.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a place most fitting just for you and I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Shamefully, the fear of losing you is just the thing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;that grips my heart when I'm awake, and it never goes away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Honestly, I have a fear of seeing you again,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;What if you don't want me? What if you don't love me anymore?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;So this is the colour of solitude,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;brushed with strokes of the hues of hopes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;that I can ever even get back with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I found a place where the Earth can kiss the sky. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a place most fitting just for you and I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;To these pair of arms so familiar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I really wish you were here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Silently, the fear of losing you grows with a pain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can never fall asleep, so it never goes away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Honestly, just answer me, as truthfully as you can,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Why did you leave me? Am I important anymore?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wonder if you're thinking about me too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;You never expressed yourself and&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;left suddenly. (Where are you?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I found a place where the Earth can kiss the sky. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a place most fitting just for you and I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;To these pair of arms so familiar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I really wish you were here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;A punishment so cruel, to keep me waiting,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;and wishing, and wishing, SUFFERING INSIDE!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;EEEAHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;YOU'RE WELCOME HOME!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Memories, of us together sharing everything,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;eleven years ago, when we were eight years old…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I found a place where the Earth can kiss the sky. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a place most fitting just for you and I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;To these pair of arms so familiar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I really wish you were here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Come back home, come back home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just come back home, would you come back home?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;-----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wrote this for a project that was supposed to be light rock/pop rock, so the lyrics are cheesy, yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then later, I realised that the melody and rhythm were starting to get posthardcore-ish, then it developed to the point where there were screams at the bridge. Lol. So overall I guess these lyrics look weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-2133871511676058322?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/2133871511676058322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-back-home-i-found-place-where_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2133871511676058322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2133871511676058322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-back-home-i-found-place-where_11.html' title='New Lyrics?'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-8213240495084385816</id><published>2011-01-11T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:59:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Come Back Home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;---------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I found a place where the Earth can kiss the sky.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a place most fitting just for you and I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Shamefully, the fear of losing you is just the thing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;that grips my heart when I'm awake, and it never goes away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Honestly, I have a fear of seeing you again,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;What if you don't want me? What if you don't love me anymore?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;So this is the colour of solitude,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;brushed with strokes of the hues of hopes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;that I can ever even get back with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I found a place where the Earth can kiss the sky. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a place most fitting just for you and I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;To these pair of arms so familiar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I really wish you were here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Silently, the fear of losing you grows with a pain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can never fall asleep, so it never goes away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Honestly, just answer me, as truthfully as you can,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Why did you leave me? Am I important anymore?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wonder if you're thinking about me too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;You never expressed yourself and&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;left suddenly. (Where are you?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I found a place where the Earth can kiss the sky. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a place most fitting just for you and I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;To these pair of arms so familiar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I really wish you were here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;A punishment so cruel, to keep me waiting,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;and wishing, and wishing, SUFFERING, AND CRYING.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;AHHHHHH,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;YOU'RE WELCOME HOME!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Memories, of us together sharing everything,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;eleven years ago, when we were eight years old…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I found a place where the Earth can kiss the sky. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a place most fitting just for you and I.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;To these pair of arms so familiar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Would you come back home? (Would you come back home?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;I really wish you were here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Come back home, come back home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just come back home, would you come back home?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;-----------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wrote this for a project that was supposed to be light rock/pop rock, so the lyrics are cheesy, yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then later, I realised that the melody and rhythm were starting to get posthardcore-ish, then it developed to the point where there were screams at the bridge. Lol. So overall I guess these lyrics look weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-8213240495084385816?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/8213240495084385816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-back-home-i-found-place-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/8213240495084385816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/8213240495084385816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-back-home-i-found-place-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-5330233828902998789</id><published>2011-01-10T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:10:09.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Cry Me A Fucking River, Bitch.</title><content type='html'>Life is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this because I'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying this because I really believe so.&lt;br /&gt;Other people's lives may not seem meaningless because they have a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Having a religion is like having a drug to keep you alive because&lt;br /&gt;it simply gives you the faith and hope to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reincarnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no purpose of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were only born because your mother bore you from your father's sperm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you are physically capable of doing.&lt;br /&gt;- There is no "should or should not".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about caring for yourself,&lt;br /&gt;- caring for others is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no selfless person in this world because he who gives surely takes joy in giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not bind yourself to rules simply because it is right,&lt;br /&gt;- break them to achieve your satisfaction but avoid getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try everything worth trying in your life, because death is always waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are like any other creatures; Humans are not above them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live, love, die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-5330233828902998789?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/5330233828902998789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-cry-me-fucking-river-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5330233828902998789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5330233828902998789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-cry-me-fucking-river-bitch.html' title='So Cry Me A Fucking River, Bitch.'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4826258553400566176</id><published>2011-01-10T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:25:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am.. Back?</title><content type='html'>Hi. This post is obscenely late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting annoyed with the spam on my cbox by these so-called "Blogwalkers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehh :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-4826258553400566176?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4826258553400566176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4826258553400566176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4826258553400566176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-back.html' title='I am.. Back?'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-5648494314345669604</id><published>2010-09-20T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T02:02:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deardrops To Fall</title><content type='html'>Your scream echoes in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and your warm breath still stagnant on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;It's a memory, a memory, ready to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;Like your teeth on my bare skin,&lt;br /&gt;and lips upon mine.&lt;br /&gt;Just a memory, a memory, like all you've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left my heart a lovebite,&lt;br /&gt;like you left my life a scar.&lt;br /&gt;You stole the emotions from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and returned me nothing but memories.&lt;br /&gt;Just fucking memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You selfishly made a silent departure&lt;br /&gt;and left my hopes in constant decay.&lt;br /&gt;You casted a shade over my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;wishing me towards oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;Passion is proven yet again&lt;br /&gt; to exist and cease like fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a memory, a memory, ready to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;Like your teeth on my bare skin,&lt;br /&gt;and lips upon mine.&lt;br /&gt;Just a memory, a memory, like all you've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our eyes find a coincidental meet,&lt;br /&gt;guilt creeps into yours like shadows at dusk.&lt;br /&gt;Your proud facade overshadowed by fear&lt;br /&gt;brings me a grin I cannot hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn and die, embrace this inferno exile.&lt;br /&gt;Burn and die, let the warm arms of hell greet you.&lt;br /&gt;All there was to cherish, now a memory.&lt;br /&gt;All these is to loathe, is the memory...&lt;br /&gt;Of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-5648494314345669604?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/5648494314345669604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/09/deardrops-to-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5648494314345669604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5648494314345669604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/09/deardrops-to-fall.html' title='Deardrops To Fall'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6422059081674338855</id><published>2010-09-19T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:25:09.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocaloid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;My favourite Vocaloid voices:&lt;br /&gt;6. Yowane Haku&lt;br /&gt;5. Hatsune Miku&lt;br /&gt;4. Kagamine Rin&lt;br /&gt;3. Megurine Luka&lt;br /&gt;2. Megpoid&lt;br /&gt;1. Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-6422059081674338855?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6422059081674338855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/09/vocaloid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6422059081674338855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6422059081674338855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/09/vocaloid.html' title='Vocaloid!'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4700435018067786736</id><published>2010-09-14T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:09:53.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Wishes? O_O</title><content type='html'>OH COOL, I found my old wishlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XBOX 360 Halo 3 bundle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A better girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dyed/Highlighted hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Left ear piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Snake bite piercing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A decent desktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPod Nano 8GB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A New Handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Acoustic Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Electric Guitar + Amplifier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band T shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cargo camo pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Socks&lt;/span&gt; o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;New pair of glasses with transition lenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A new bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A posthardcore band&lt;/span&gt; o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A new pencil case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A new water bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An awesome sound system for my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Electronic drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;13 points for 'O' Levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A new wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White long pants with a fitting white outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tablet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A new watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A new EZlink card with a better picture&lt;/span&gt; o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Stuff that has been realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuff that I still really desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Stuff that I still would like to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life would be so much better if... (Another section of my wishlist xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could remove my moles&lt;br /&gt;My hair was awesome&lt;br /&gt;I was much slimmer&lt;br /&gt;I had more muscular arms, chest, back, abs and legs&lt;br /&gt;I had more discipline and determination&lt;br /&gt;I had white teeth&lt;br /&gt;I smelt fragrant&lt;br /&gt;Singapore wasn't so damn hot&lt;br /&gt;There was a solution to global warming lieknao&lt;br /&gt;I had superpowers o.o&lt;br /&gt;Girls weren't so stupid&lt;br /&gt;Girls weren't too smart&lt;br /&gt;Dionne was nicer to me&lt;br /&gt;My complexion was nice&lt;br /&gt;I could sing much better&lt;br /&gt;I could scream&lt;br /&gt;My growling is more consistent&lt;br /&gt;I had stronger lungs&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was more patient&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was understanding&lt;br /&gt;My favorite bands were better recognised&lt;br /&gt;Growling was widely appreciated&lt;br /&gt;People find better faith in real things and not books and liars&lt;br /&gt;There weren't religions yet people still behave graciously&lt;br /&gt;I had better instincts&lt;br /&gt;I was super persuasive&lt;br /&gt;The richness of this world was better balanced&lt;br /&gt;Eyes were open&lt;br /&gt;I was more appreciative&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was more appreciative&lt;br /&gt;Gangster don't disturb people&lt;br /&gt;I was taller&lt;br /&gt;Biff (my dog) wasn't so damn annoying and became more obedient&lt;br /&gt;I could learn how to be of value&lt;br /&gt;I could impact people's lives&lt;br /&gt;My insectphobia is conquered/insects leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans were more open and supportive&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean culture did not involve so much gossip and kiasu-ness&lt;br /&gt;I knew how to turn my flaws into strengths&lt;br /&gt;People weren't so fake&lt;br /&gt;I had a girlfriend who behaved and had the looks of an awesome anime character&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/7453995837118220663-4700435018067786736?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4700435018067786736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-year-wishes-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4700435018067786736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4700435018067786736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-year-wishes-oo.html' title='My New Year Wishes? O_O'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-2526821322996015320</id><published>2010-06-04T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:57:19.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenson Ko: Letter to a Christian Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=331261178826&amp;amp;id=605387253&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-2526821322996015320?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4065464032826044977</id><published>2010-06-02T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T18:07:59.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Song as of June 3, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/vdEtNrHBny0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdEtNrHBny0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdEtNrHBny0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Nails To A Casket by I Killed The Prom Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times searching for mercy without sincere remorse.&lt;br /&gt;Look into these eyes forever, holding doubt under masks of false comfort you wear so proud.&lt;br /&gt;And when the walls tear down, the shell expose must head for the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;These bridges still smoldering.&lt;br /&gt;A dark veil shields the eyes but still your name carries in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Know that I'll leave all compassion were it's due,&lt;br /&gt;at the foot of your headstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to rise from the ruin,&lt;br /&gt;the stench of death hangs in the air tonight.&lt;br /&gt;But if you come back I'll be waiting with an open casket.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting with an open casket to bury you alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of betrayal will stain the days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to sew the seeds of vengeance a single wish to end this rule.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i sew a seed of vengeance and let the sky be vacant.&lt;br /&gt;Years of betrayal stain the days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting with and open casket to bury you alive.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the angels fall like flies,&lt;br /&gt;from the dead heavens above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-4065464032826044977?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4065464032826044977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-killed-prom-queen-like-nails-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4065464032826044977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4065464032826044977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-killed-prom-queen-like-nails-to.html' title='My Favourite Song as of June 3, 2010'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6908744618844059734</id><published>2010-05-05T08:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:13:43.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She said "I love you"; she said "goodbye"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); "&gt;She said "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;She said.&lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;So cry me a fucking river bitch.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest.&lt;br /&gt;Let go.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest.&lt;br /&gt;"Razors, roses and a black tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;color:#303030;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Parkway Drive's Romance Is Dead lyrics.&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/7453995837118220663-6908744618844059734?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6908744618844059734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-said-i-love-you-she-said-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6908744618844059734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6908744618844059734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-said-i-love-you-she-said-goodbye.html' title='She said &quot;I love you&quot;; she said &quot;goodbye&quot;'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-670718054797545572</id><published>2010-05-05T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:09:35.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Luxury Few Can Afford</title><content type='html'>This is the third time I'm played. -____-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting annoyed with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of this shit please, I'm getting tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are the nice girls? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-670718054797545572?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/670718054797545572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-luxury-few-can-afford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/670718054797545572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/670718054797545572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-luxury-few-can-afford.html' title='I&apos;m A Luxury Few Can Afford'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6833517146991950437</id><published>2010-05-05T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:05:09.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accurately Judged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title UIStoryAttachment_TitleBelow" style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 5px; clear: left; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/eating_style/index.php?ref=mf" id="" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Reveal your personality from your eating style&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Caption" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); padding-top: 3px; "&gt;Dear Bryan Found Nemo, based on your test result: You are generally a calm person. You get excited w&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;hen your favorite band is in town, when you are going on a date with your partner or when you and your friends are dancing. Your friends mean everything to you. You hate it when the summer is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); padding-top: 3px; "&gt;You like art, and some poetry. You can throw a party, or help a friend put one together. You usually have no trouble finding dates, but you occasionally hit a dry spell. You like the outdoors, usually, and rainy weather doesn't bother you. You sometimes get jealous of p&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;eople who are smarter or better looking than you, but you wouldn't hold it against them if you got to know them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Table" style="padding-top: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-right: 4px; "&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/eating_style/index.php?ref=mf" id="" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-right: 4px; "&gt;웃 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/eating_style/index.php?ref=mf" id="" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;You are on good terms with your parents,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-right: 4px; "&gt;웃 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/eating_style/index.php?ref=mf" id="" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;even though they annoy you once in a while.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-right: 4px; "&gt;웃 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/eating_style/index.php?ref=mf" id="" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;People tend to think you are reliable and trustworthy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-right: 4px; "&gt;웃 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/eating_style/index.php?ref=mf" id="" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;You like animals.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing inaccurate is "You like animals."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-6833517146991950437?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6833517146991950437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/05/accurately-judged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6833517146991950437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6833517146991950437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/05/accurately-judged.html' title='Accurately Judged'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4358776524027410905</id><published>2010-05-01T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:51:55.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She said "I love you"; she'll say "goodbye".</title><content type='html'>Christie, if I do not hear from you for two weeks, it'll be over.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have become of such low priority to you now that you don't even say hi? Much less "i love u" or "i miss u babe :("&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's spiralling down. Catch it, before it shatters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-4358776524027410905?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4358776524027410905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/05/christie-if-i-do-not-hear-from-you-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4358776524027410905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4358776524027410905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/05/christie-if-i-do-not-hear-from-you-for.html' title='She said &quot;I love you&quot;; she&apos;ll say &quot;goodbye&quot;.'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-7038829974872813096</id><published>2010-04-26T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:22:15.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Test Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div class="uiAttachmentTitle" style="word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lv_test/index.php" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Bryan Counts Blessings, below are your love test result:&lt;div class="mts uiAttachmentDesc" style="margin-top: 5px; word-wrap: break-word; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;div id="u594610_3" class="text_exposed"&gt;&lt;div class="uiTextSubtitle" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lv_test/index.php" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiTextSubtitle" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lv_test/index.php" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;In a relationship you give 60% and expect 40% in return.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiTextSubtitle" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lv_test/index.php" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;You like to get the person yourself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;div class="uiTextSubtitle" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lv_test/index.php" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;You are a more direct person and like to work out problems immediately&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiTextSubtitle" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lv_test/index.php" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;You like to see him/her a lot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiTextSubtitle" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lv_test/index.php" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;You love the person the way s/he is.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiTextSubtitle" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ : &lt;span class="uiAttachmentDetails" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/lv_test/index.php" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;You will tend to stay in love for a long time.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiTextSubtitle" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiTextSubtitle" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;This is reaaallly accurate lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-7038829974872813096?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/7038829974872813096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-love-test-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7038829974872813096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7038829974872813096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-love-test-results.html' title='My Love Test Results'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6249481057136172195</id><published>2010-04-26T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:27:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook evaluated me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bryan Counts Blessings has 501 friends.  193 of them are male, 227 are female, and 81 are confused about their gender.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Based on his Facebook profile, Bryan has a 91% chance of getting married and is likely to have 4 children over his reproductive years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will make about $13,837,339 in his life and pay $4,151,202 in taxes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Bryan's life, he will have spent 26 years sleeping, and 583 hours on the toilet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will probably live to be about 95 years old.  451 people will attend his funeral with 9 of them expecting some kind of inheritance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-6249481057136172195?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6249481057136172195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/04/facebook-evaluated-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Remorse</title><content type='html'>With every lie, there is a start.&lt;br /&gt;With every white lie, a blacker heart.&lt;br /&gt;After all this, I couldn't hate you.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is cheating me, like it's supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could think I brought this upon myself,&lt;br /&gt;it's as if I shouldn't blame you or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Fake a remorse...&lt;br /&gt;the next time you knock on my doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like it all&lt;br /&gt;to be a ringing silence.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like it all&lt;br /&gt;to be a ringing silence.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was&lt;br /&gt;deaf to chase these feelings... away,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was&lt;br /&gt;dead to end this suffering... today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do what I should,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot leave you...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hate like I should,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every lie, there is a start.&lt;br /&gt;With every white lie, a blacker heart.&lt;br /&gt;After all this, I cannot hate you.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is cheating me, like you still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dust in the light will never go away,&lt;br /&gt;don't talk 'til you've got something good to say.&lt;br /&gt;Fake a remorse...&lt;br /&gt;the next time you knock on my doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough, enough of all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-509690503932110539?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/509690503932110539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/04/fake-remorse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/509690503932110539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/509690503932110539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/04/fake-remorse.html' title='Fake A Remorse'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-2417235848570339683</id><published>2010-03-25T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:53:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace begets joy</title><content type='html'>What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated staff, he offered a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the natural order of things in my son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run to first!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay, run to third!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-2417235848570339683?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/2417235848570339683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/03/grace-begets-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2417235848570339683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2417235848570339683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/03/grace-begets-joy.html' title='Grace begets joy'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-7529285912134181987</id><published>2010-03-20T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:35:33.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your flattery goes unanswered</title><content type='html'>I recently went back to school to collect my O level cert along with my testimony. This is what it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choo Jun Keat Bryan was a student of Bedok Green Secondary School from 2006 to 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryan was a bubbly and cheerful student who had a lot of zest. He had a colourful character and had depth of imagination and creativity that could be capitalised on in the right field. He had keen powers of observation and kept an open mind for new ideas especially in his written work. He was an intelligent student whose academic results did not always reflect his abilitites. Bryan carried out his tasks independently and could be relied upon to submit work on time. Bryan demonstrated responsibility in carrying out his duty as the class Recycling Manager in which he helped to recycle used papers and plastic bottles. he had a keen interest in the aesthetics and had talent in drawing and dramatisation. He also had a natural flair for writing and in communicating his views spontaneously. He display an active imagination and spent his free time writing poems and lyrics to express his views and feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan was not governed by conventional thinking and was continuously rethinking traditional assumptions. He was willing to tread in unchartered waters for self-development and self-discovery. He took the initiative to participate in the school exchange programme in Brunei in 2008 and performed a sing-and-dance item for the students during his stay there. He enthusiastically rendered a helping hand in the class decorations in 2009. Bryan had a high intellectual capacity and this was evident in his attainment of a distinction grade in the University New South Wales International Competition and Assessment in Science in 2009. Bryan showed respect and care to others and was cordial in his relations with his peers. He was able to comply to rules based on logical reasoning, accepted feedback readily and made attempts to act on self-development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan was a member of the school's Modern Dance Club. He displayed a high level of cooperation and showed support towards his other club members. he showcased his talents by performing in public at the SYF@Ngee Ann City in 2007 and Brilliante 2 in 2008, a school-based public performance. Bryan also took on the role as a backstage crew members in the Singapore Youth Festival Central Judging Competition in 2007, and 2009. he never failed to show responsibility and cooperation in performing his duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan displayed a strong sense of environmental consciousness through his participation in the Inter-Class Recycling Competition in 2007 and 2008 and in the Newspaper Collection Project organised by the school in 2009. Having a sense of environmental consciousness, he showed enthusiasm, dedication and team spirit in carrying out his task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Bryan has an aptitude for innovative ideas. He has many latent strengths and the potential for further self-development if they are utilised in an appropriate field of interest in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ARE points i disagree on :b&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-7529285912134181987?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/7529285912134181987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-flattery-goes-unanswered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7529285912134181987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7529285912134181987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-flattery-goes-unanswered.html' title='Your flattery goes unanswered'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4055266593974098505</id><published>2010-03-08T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:52:19.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing into the fire, my hands are forceful</title><content type='html'>I need a life. And I'm getting somewhat sick of my blog. Rofl. I'm getting sick of quite alot of things. All I do is play GunZ at home. I'm too lazy to exercise =/ And when I start convos with some people, they aren't there. I wanna go out with friends and have fun but, they're all busy D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch a few movies: Percy Jackson: The Lightning Theif, Woflman, Alive In Wonderland, 14 Blades. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to Singapore Polytechnic today to submit a few of my application forms. One which is overdue, but I thought I should go with Felicia 'cos she needs to too. =/ Gotta help her 'cos she can't help herself xD What a nice guy I am :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-4055266593974098505?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4055266593974098505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/03/climbing-into-fire-my-hands-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4055266593974098505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4055266593974098505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/03/climbing-into-fire-my-hands-are.html' title='Climbing into the fire, my hands are forceful'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6400302335472679600</id><published>2010-02-27T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:27:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Love: A Beautiful Discord</title><content type='html'>Hi blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite glad you're not quite like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;You don't bark, you don't shit, and you don't get hungry.&lt;br /&gt;You listen pretty well and that's fine for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you seem me pretty often these days. Jeisyabelle does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S4k5F0lyyqI/AAAAAAAAACk/QrnWVZSGwBA/s1600-h/Jeisyabelle+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S4k5F0lyyqI/AAAAAAAAACk/QrnWVZSGwBA/s400/Jeisyabelle+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442944396833245858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeisyabelle :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S4k5FbOt1ZI/AAAAAAAAACc/eLEzSWyLbqg/s1600-h/Jeisyabelle+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S4k5FbOt1ZI/AAAAAAAAACc/eLEzSWyLbqg/s400/Jeisyabelle+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442944390025565586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing GunZ pretty often these days... :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less songwriting and less drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In GunZ, I've got awesome clanmates, and they're really fun to play with :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our leader is pretty suckish D:&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be mean...&lt;br /&gt;but... it is true... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm gonna recreate a clan. I don't know what I'll name it.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps "Fathoms" or "Carrion"? xD&lt;br /&gt;The bulk of them are going to be from my current clan, "Designed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you don't know what the hell I'm saying...&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-6400302335472679600?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6400302335472679600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-love-beautiful-discord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6400302335472679600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6400302335472679600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-love-beautiful-discord.html' title='Dear Love: A Beautiful Discord'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S4k5F0lyyqI/AAAAAAAAACk/QrnWVZSGwBA/s72-c/Jeisyabelle+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-2505055455758372867</id><published>2010-02-20T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:52:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was written in blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Caption"&gt;Dear Bryan Writes Songs, below is your Personality Tests result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You like privacy  very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You  like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems,  but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a  person you trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I find the "true self" result terribly inaccurate, but below, is super accurate :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Table"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  are down-to-earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ   :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;People  like you because you are so straightforward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ    :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you  are looking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ     :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  are a true romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ      :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;When  you are in love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ       :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  will do anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ        :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Everything  to keep your love true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a  relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ         :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ          :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;And  you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ           :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Your  have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ            :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;In  many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ             :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;So  you will find yourself with plenty of dates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ              :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  may not like to study but you have many practical ideas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ               :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  listen to your own instincts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Tend  to follow your heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;So  you will probably end up with an unusual job&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                   :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  need to choose something&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                    :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Go  for it to be happy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                     :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Achieve  success&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;How  do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                      :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Success  in your career is not the most important thing in life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                       :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  are content with what you have&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                        :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Think  that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your life on material luxuries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                         :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;You  are concerned about your image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                          :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;The  way others see you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                           :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;This  means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                            :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;It's  time for you to believe in who you are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Label"&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                             :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStoryAttachment_Value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Not  what you wear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-2505055455758372867?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/2505055455758372867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-written-in-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2505055455758372867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2505055455758372867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-written-in-blood.html' title='It was written in blood'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-1474915023352798142</id><published>2010-01-31T17:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:03:33.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little den houses me :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH  YEAH. AND I HAVE MY OWN PC IN MY ROOMZ :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Room :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VQmxJ-ixI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_LLltRsZ6oE/s1600-h/Photo077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VQmxJ-ixI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_LLltRsZ6oE/s400/Photo077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432837152452807442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSOS12vmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aC-jXvjVNj8/s1600-h/Photo084.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This cute little Bart Simpson "Bryan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSOS12vmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aC-jXvjVNj8/s1600-h/Photo084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSOS12vmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aC-jXvjVNj8/s400/Photo084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432838931021741666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drawing I did and tacked on my wall :)&lt;br /&gt;It says "The Heartbreak Riot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSPD0LqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KwYJiTdbTc8/s1600-h/Photo081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSPD0LqMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KwYJiTdbTc8/s400/Photo081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432838944168061122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My keyboard :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSP8tqnDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KhkURWVSqrw/s1600-h/Photo085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSP8tqnDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KhkURWVSqrw/s400/Photo085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432838959441550386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach and Naruto posters 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSQjeWrdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IALGZCbEMAI/s1600-h/Photo086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSQjeWrdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IALGZCbEMAI/s400/Photo086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432838969846312402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto posters 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSRBwoFSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7Iq-rinWUgA/s1600-h/Photo087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VSRBwoFSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7Iq-rinWUgA/s400/Photo087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432838977976014114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy Poster :D&lt;br /&gt;SO NICE RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VTf1cSXbI/AAAAAAAAABM/DCr2RjFGUjk/s1600-h/Photo088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VTf1cSXbI/AAAAAAAAABM/DCr2RjFGUjk/s400/Photo088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432840331879144882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil Wears Prada 1 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VTgU3BlVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZHnky7hYn8o/s1600-h/Photo090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VTgU3BlVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZHnky7hYn8o/s400/Photo090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432840340312790354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil Wears Prada 2 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VTg8e2uLI/AAAAAAAAABc/BGqmBTNfPoc/s1600-h/Photo091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VTg8e2uLI/AAAAAAAAABc/BGqmBTNfPoc/s400/Photo091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432840350948833458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me The Horizon 1 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VUcRmuuKI/AAAAAAAAABs/gCunx07lufc/s1600-h/Photo092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VUcRmuuKI/AAAAAAAAABs/gCunx07lufc/s400/Photo092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432841370231290018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring Me The Horizon 2 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VUc632UvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zAgDrTUZehM/s1600-h/Photo093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VUc632UvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zAgDrTUZehM/s400/Photo093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432841381308945138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Tuck of Bullet For My Valentine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VUdWBdFPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VkVH1AYTM70/s1600-h/Photo094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VUdWBdFPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VkVH1AYTM70/s400/Photo094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432841388596991218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Day To Remember :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VUeIxWQKI/AAAAAAAAACE/fICJwms9Ubg/s1600-h/Photo096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VUeIxWQKI/AAAAAAAAACE/fICJwms9Ubg/s400/Photo096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432841402219643042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VUes24m8I/AAAAAAAAACM/p7fBkAdZzUI/s1600-h/Photo097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VUes24m8I/AAAAAAAAACM/p7fBkAdZzUI/s400/Photo097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432841411906542530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VVTR03-WI/AAAAAAAAACU/kxtWy6E9ihU/s1600-h/Photo098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VVTR03-WI/AAAAAAAAACU/kxtWy6E9ihU/s400/Photo098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432842315183421794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cpu :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VThT23OBI/AAAAAAAAABk/djzUFlLthMk/s1600-h/Photo078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VThT23OBI/AAAAAAAAABk/djzUFlLthMk/s400/Photo078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432840357223544850" border="0" /&gt;&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/7453995837118220663-1474915023352798142?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/1474915023352798142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-den-houses-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/1474915023352798142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/1474915023352798142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-den-houses-me.html' title='My little den houses me :)'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gS-NzXYac7w/S2VQmxJ-ixI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_LLltRsZ6oE/s72-c/Photo077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6532405181782799177</id><published>2010-01-31T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:24:22.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hand find its way up the ashes</title><content type='html'>Where do I start? It's been a while :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay those posts down there? So whiny. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K next.&lt;br /&gt;Uh... YEAHHH My O level results and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got 13 points for L1R4 and 16 points for L1R5&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really a miracle because I've been failing most of my subjects and yet I did far better than I expected. Even my teachers, who had long thought I was hopeless, came over to congratulate me when they heard about my results :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got..&lt;br /&gt;Chinese______C6&lt;br /&gt;English______B3&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry____B3&lt;br /&gt;Physics______B3&lt;br /&gt;Biology______B3&lt;br /&gt;Geog + SS___A2&lt;br /&gt;E Math______A2&lt;br /&gt;A Math______Absent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absented myself from A math because I knew I'd get F9. Thus, I saved myself from a bad looking report card xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand I GOT INTO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSIC AND AUDIO TECHNOLOGY&lt;/span&gt; AT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SINGAPORE POLYTECHNIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WHICH WAS MY FIRST CHOICE :D&lt;br /&gt;11 Points COP :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in because I had 2 points deducted as I got A1 for CCA, and I know I don't deserve A1 for my CCA because I kept skipping it and hardly did anything.&lt;br /&gt;My CCA was modern dance, and I didn't learn to dance, really. I sat aside, watched girls dance and earned CCA points :D Well done BRYAN!&lt;br /&gt;So. I really am a miracle :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-6532405181782799177?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6532405181782799177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hand-find-its-way-up-ashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6532405181782799177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6532405181782799177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hand-find-its-way-up-ashes.html' title='My hand find its way up the ashes'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-7150599210067851090</id><published>2010-01-09T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:33:57.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She returned me my heart and walked away</title><content type='html'>It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be waiting anymore, she told me not to.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll still be friends.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're going through too.&lt;br /&gt;I understand,&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The dilemma of whether to return to your ex or take a gamble with someone you hardly know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to let go, since I understand this,&lt;br /&gt;and this isn't the first time I'm going through this.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts less when I don't think about you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to, trying not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-7150599210067851090?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/7150599210067851090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-returned-me-my-heart-and-walked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7150599210067851090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7150599210067851090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-returned-me-my-heart-and-walked.html' title='She returned me my heart and walked away'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4301678634653187334</id><published>2010-01-08T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:17:49.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a stalker</title><content type='html'>I know your info has been edited, I know you changed your email, I know most of your notes have been removed, I know you have two less photos you were tagged in, I know the "About Me" thing below your profile pic on your profile has changed from "Release! I'm outta control! Lets rock that shit" to "Yo &lt;3", and I am aware that the order of your photo albums have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet no reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-4301678634653187334?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4301678634653187334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-stalker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4301678634653187334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4301678634653187334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-stalker.html' title='I am a stalker'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4259604615356235997</id><published>2010-01-08T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:43:33.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heartstrings are twisted in her finger</title><content type='html'>She probably doesn't read my blog, but I'm desperately in need of ranting space. Her phone is confiscated, but that's fine, I thought we could send each other mail on facebook. It worked for a night... Then... after that, she didn't talk to me anymore. I fear I'm not the only man in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sent her mail telling how I miss her and such but I get no replies. I am aware that she goes online, I am. Or maybe someone used her account... But I know there has been changes on her facebook page. I do look through her facebook page like everyday to get a hint. I'm hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm too clingy, the same issue I had with my ex. I care too much, I'm in love so deep :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first night we talked on the phone, I already knew she couldn't go out often.&lt;br /&gt;That was the first obstacle in our relationship-to-be. So I promised her I'd wait two years while I would be in Poly, that even though there's gonna be lots of hot girls in Poly and all, she'll be the only one in my heart, and that I'll wait 'till she graduates so we can finally have our time for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be keeping that promise unless she removes me as a friend from facebook. It'll be akin to burning our bridges. That will be the final straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinead, I love you lots &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-4259604615356235997?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4259604615356235997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-heartstrings-are-twisted-in-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4259604615356235997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4259604615356235997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-heartstrings-are-twisted-in-her.html' title='My heartstrings are twisted in her finger'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4959835362187595107</id><published>2010-01-07T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:44:59.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutual Density</title><content type='html'>I wrote this song to express the disgrace I feel due to my countrymens' cowardice in a recent molestation case in a New Year countdown party at Sentosa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All the shame, all the shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They will think I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But these clouds understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;With me they cry the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm sad to know I acquaint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to people I find are so ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And my heart aches as I paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a portrait of my society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'cos when you find that you need some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;they just stand and stare, like they always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You're being compromised somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but you can't find a hand, no one will save you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I see the pain in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;as she fights the hands that grope her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But she looks up to realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;everyone else is taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm drowning in shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;right here in this sea of cowards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't swim in the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;high tides of selfishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you find that you need some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;they just stand and stare, like they always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You're being compromised somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but you can't find a hand, no one will save you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'VE BURIED HELPLESSNESS IN MY EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;TO SUCH A DEPTH I CANNOT FATHOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I HOPE THEY HEAR DISDAIN IN MY VOICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I HOPE I CAN TEACH... THEM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They'll only see the light when they're sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They'll only see the light when they're sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you find that you need some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;they just stand and stare, like they always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You're being compromised somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but you can't find a hand, no one will save you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But when I knew you needed help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I felt an ache within, something I once knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I took a step as I raised a fist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and lent my other hand, somehow saving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All the shame, all the shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You could say I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that we're both quite the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;('cos.. )She and I felt the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All the shame, all the shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh the shame, oh the shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our shame, our shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our pain, our pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A woman was openly groped by four men and no one helped, but took videos and pictures instead. I'm utterly disgusted. This country is Singapore and I'm not really proud to say I belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this song, the shame i used refers to two things:&lt;br /&gt;1. The shame of being in this society&lt;br /&gt;2. The shame of being publicly bullied before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless because I can't simply tell everyone to be braver and stronger to face such cases of bullying, which is why I want to teach them through this song that you don't want to feel the shame of being bullied before you know how much the victim needs your help (Growling part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a guy who has also been bullied in other ways, and the shame of it before the bystanders' eyes hurt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part in caps is the part I'd growl.&lt;br /&gt;The part in italic is the part I'd whisper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7453995837118220663-4959835362187595107?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4959835362187595107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/mutual-density.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4959835362187595107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4959835362187595107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/mutual-density.html' title='Mutual Density'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-9179283685143982436</id><published>2010-01-06T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:00:38.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her picture smiles</title><content type='html'>I unlock my phone and see her on my background. I want to text her but I can't, it's killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-9179283685143982436?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/9179283685143982436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/her-picture-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/9179283685143982436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/9179283685143982436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/her-picture-smiles.html' title='Her picture smiles'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6528798241315697585</id><published>2010-01-03T18:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:15:44.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nucking futs over her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She took seconds to arouse interest,&lt;br /&gt;and seconds for me too.&lt;br /&gt;It only took me minutes to like her,&lt;br /&gt;but hours to confess.&lt;br /&gt;Grace held my hand,&lt;br /&gt;and guided my dance of impression.&lt;br /&gt;I caught her breath, she fell.&lt;br /&gt;Fell, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sweet talks and whispers&lt;br /&gt;filled our hearts with desires,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Cupid shot darts&lt;br /&gt;and our intimate dance starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;In dreams we sat close,&lt;br /&gt;rubbing bodies against clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Reality falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;we lead our minds into our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-6528798241315697585?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6528798241315697585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/nucking-futs-over-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6528798241315697585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6528798241315697585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2010/01/nucking-futs-over-her.html' title='Nucking futs over her'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-2387710903193367547</id><published>2009-12-31T12:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:30:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The clouds swallow the pale moon</title><content type='html'>Okay, Dionne, I had it.&lt;div&gt;I shall love you no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your frozen daggers will not reach my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Never again shall you hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will lose the warmth&lt;br /&gt;people would die to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You did not appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You did not appreciate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your once blissful memory burns&lt;br /&gt;in the hell you put me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll blow the ashes off my fingertips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onto your flowers so they'd wilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sent me letters laced in honey.&lt;br /&gt;They have all rotten.&lt;br /&gt;I found them lovely, I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;I find them dreadful, I frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare myself from pain,&lt;br /&gt;it was all but deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your scent is now a stench.&lt;br /&gt;Memories became miseries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So farewell my second love,&lt;br /&gt;let the buried hands come claim you.&lt;br /&gt;My protection has long worn off.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my lover no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-2387710903193367547?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/2387710903193367547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/12/clouds-will-swallow-pale-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2387710903193367547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2387710903193367547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/12/clouds-will-swallow-pale-moon.html' title='The clouds swallow the pale moon'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-5968266195033906845</id><published>2009-12-31T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:30:57.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion is defined not by time</title><content type='html'>I believe that when people are going to intercourse, they shouldn't think about anything else besides the thrill and pleasure of what is present. Not consequences, or moral ethics, but believe that the passion is only in that moment where all else is meaningless besides the intimacy they engage in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If people can't do that, what's the joy in it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-5968266195033906845?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/5968266195033906845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/12/passion-is-defined-not-by-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5968266195033906845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/5968266195033906845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/12/passion-is-defined-not-by-time.html' title='Passion is defined not by time'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-7124850399348084716</id><published>2009-12-17T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:51:12.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifting new skin to see old bones</title><content type='html'>I figured out the reason why it always seems to be that there are so little girls available for us guys. It's because girls can accept ugly guys while guys can't accept ugly girls. We're so superficial :O and it's a fact!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come up with plans to sell drawings. Draw, scan, send for printing onto canvas and a frame and sell them at about 150 each. I only profit about 50 dollars T_T perhaps I could sell for more, but where to sell them? o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've edited my blogskin because youtube does not allow mixpod to let audio content be streamed without showing the video itself so... I expanded pretty much everything and now the cbox looks weird. I don't know how to edit its text size... lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-7124850399348084716?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/7124850399348084716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifting-new-skin-to-see-old-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7124850399348084716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7124850399348084716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifting-new-skin-to-see-old-bones.html' title='Lifting new skin to see old bones'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-2624577042081202591</id><published>2009-12-10T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:50:07.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Three Winks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Live without life to find it's missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She found him and now he's missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold reflections are cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;upon the puddles she's wept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I am watching over her head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I vision bright stars falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crashing down on me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live without life to find it's missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She found him and now he's missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart swells with impurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like that of a sinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But deeper I'm soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aching, as I watch her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live without life to find it's missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She found him and now he's missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my life is now darker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;than the skies above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swallowed the colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and laid to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My eyes are never opening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first song I wrote that is so deep. The lyrics carry hidden meanings :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-2624577042081202591?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/2624577042081202591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep-three-winks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2624577042081202591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2624577042081202591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep-three-winks.html' title='Sleep Three Winks'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-443889611250922172</id><published>2009-12-04T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:43:44.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip is a bad habit</title><content type='html'>I saw this proverb, which was something like... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He who gossips about others gossips about you too.&lt;/span&gt; And... It made some impact.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROVERBS ROCK. ALWAYS MAKE SENSE IN SUCH WEIRD WAYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-443889611250922172?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/443889611250922172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/12/gossip-is-bad-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/443889611250922172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/443889611250922172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/12/gossip-is-bad-habit.html' title='Gossip is a bad habit'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-88401913924485295</id><published>2009-11-26T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:40:51.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's someone missing in the frame</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking about her and I tense when I read her old texts. My heart beats faster and I breathe faster too. I remember everything worth remembering and I can't look forward. The images flash in my head and pictures move, reenacting the lovely kisses I can't let go of. My non-physical self chases her again and I stay here, lying still. Sooner or later, this will pass. This will pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-88401913924485295?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/88401913924485295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-someone-missing-in-frame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/88401913924485295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/88401913924485295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-someone-missing-in-frame.html' title='There&apos;s someone missing in the frame'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-2151960807852134787</id><published>2009-11-25T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:17:44.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day drags on and frail words collapse</title><content type='html'>I am single again o.o&lt;div&gt;We pretty much broke up but we're still good friends now and... the reason is simply because we were incompatible. Its not that we dislike each other or that anything bad actually happened, but its just that she and I preferred things oppositely. Its a pity, my mum actually liked her =/ Oh well. It was a decent time in my life though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I know I've matured significantly since getting into my first relationship but... I'm not gonna specify details x) I'm not heartbroken, I feel a little sad only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get a call from the hotel and neither did she so I guess I'm not gonna work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll find some other place ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music! Come take me awayyyyyy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-2151960807852134787?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/2151960807852134787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-drags-on-and-frail-words-collapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2151960807852134787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2151960807852134787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-drags-on-and-frail-words-collapse.html' title='The day drags on and frail words collapse'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-8789199022603915854</id><published>2009-11-23T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:08:05.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlatan</title><content type='html'>And it started with your promises&lt;div&gt;that we would live a life of bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't how I pictured it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those were lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we're sifting through the evidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to prove your trust, it don't exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we're all kids against business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can be saved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I just open my eyes to everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lights on display&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is what's called love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been betrayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there's a lack of faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the trades, the parted soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we're just doing what we're told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no way that we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could make it alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we're sifting through the evidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to prove your trust, it don't exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we're all kids against business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we can be saved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could just make the bad dreams go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-8789199022603915854?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/8789199022603915854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/charlatan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/8789199022603915854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/8789199022603915854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/charlatan.html' title='Charlatan'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-8216285320483757948</id><published>2009-11-23T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:58:48.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louder Than Thunder</title><content type='html'>What would it take for things to be quiet?&lt;div&gt;Quiet like the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I know this isn't much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I could, I could be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I deserve this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selflessness, find your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All stars could be brighter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all hearts could be warmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would it take for things to be quiet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiet like the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we meant to be empty handed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I could be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-8216285320483757948?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/8216285320483757948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/louder-than-thunder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/8216285320483757948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/8216285320483757948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/louder-than-thunder.html' title='Louder Than Thunder'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4587494381221829729</id><published>2009-11-22T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:00:15.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch about the bush</title><content type='html'>I was at the Bedok interchange on my way to my grandparents place from Jiayi's place. This malay dude came up to me and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried to hit on me&lt;/span&gt; :O&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Script:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: (Walking... walking... I sense presence of someone else and turn around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d00d&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh friend, friend. Can you help me friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: (Stare at him, waiting for his request)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d00d&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend, can you help me friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: (Gets slightly annoyed and impatient) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d00d&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend, I just now come out from the police station on bail. Can you help me give me money friend? I stuck there now and nobody want to help me. Cannot go home sia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: (Looks amused) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dude. I've got no money. Really no money, no joke. No joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d00d&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay nevermind.&lt;/span&gt; (Does not look dejected or anything, waves hand and walks away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew he lied. He didn't ask anyone else besides me, in other words, not desperate for help. I was giving that blur face so I bet I looked like a fool but no~ &gt;:) too bad kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a sad kid. I shall assume you all know that by now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even after Os, I still don't have the freedom to use the com freely, and I don't have money to do anything ._. My parents expect me to work for it. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to apply for a job as a waiter at Banquet in Marriott Hotel with Rosary and I hope we make it &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the Anime Festival at Suntec today and yesterday and I wanted to go but couldn't because I've got no money lol. Rosary went and met up with her old friends and I hope she had fun cos... I felt kinda lonely o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... I... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't start working out yet o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to diet too :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-4587494381221829729?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4587494381221829729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-kinda-neglected-these-two-days-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4587494381221829729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4587494381221829729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-kinda-neglected-these-two-days-x.html' title='Bitch about the bush'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-3121124012665966630</id><published>2009-11-12T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:01:02.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons dance in the twilight</title><content type='html'>My sister is kinda weird.&lt;div&gt;She saw me at the mirror and stared at me for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she said "Kor, don't be so vain lah," and pushed me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she stood before the mirror and started on her hair, "My turn."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That happened two weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm posting this to let everyone know weird things happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If people don't know weird things happen, its kinda sad for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People could make out and grope in school too :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I mean, I think its nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not saying I did it or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not saying I didn't :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-3121124012665966630?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/3121124012665966630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-tomorrow-well-see-how-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/3121124012665966630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/3121124012665966630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-tomorrow-well-see-how-it-goes.html' title='Demons dance in the twilight'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-3284927451178378252</id><published>2009-11-11T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:11:19.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then again, black and white aren't colours</title><content type='html'>Ehh.. I may not be getting my phone back until tomorrow morning :| so... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;leave me a tag on my cbox and I'll get back to you around 9.30 or so :) &lt;/span&gt;if you wanna say goodnight or something. hahah. Or you can call me at 63007830.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry but I forgot your handphone number! :&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; be the second number and let &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; be the third number and let &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt; be the fourth number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember its like this 9&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;though. Right? hahaha. Nice number btw, forgot to tell you :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-3284927451178378252?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/3284927451178378252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-again-black-and-white-arent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/3284927451178378252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/3284927451178378252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-again-black-and-white-arent.html' title='Then again, black and white aren&apos;t colours'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-3950136855831498125</id><published>2009-11-11T19:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:13:09.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaf Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I regret how I couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the way you looked at me (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when I let&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ungraceful words dance through my lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making your forehead crease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you've been taking all those to your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart and let me leave you shaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish that I knew sooner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so I could correct them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This time I'll believe what your eyes tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never thought that I had to learn this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should've stopped right then when I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but now its too late you're turning away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been testing new thresholds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for every chance after chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was so blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I couldn't see the signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may have been telling me for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but sorry dear, my eyes cannot hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just bear with me when I'm not sober.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say the wrong things, said I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;This time I'll believe what your eyes tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I never thought that I had to learn this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I should've stopped right then when I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;but now its too late you're turning away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please lift your chin again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your eyes are swollen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to ease your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it hurts me when you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've been crying when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you think I'm not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I weep outside the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;door without a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say the wrong things, said I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;This time I'll believe what your eyes tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I never thought that I had to learn this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I should've stopped right then when I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;but now its too late you're turning away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I'll believe what your eyes tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really tried to learn from my past mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I was wrong, please forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll get down on my knees- whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhh I haven't thought of the tune for everything. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby, I might as well say this song is for you :)&lt;/span&gt; Of course, nothing happened like it did here ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The red part is the screaming part and the bold parts is the chorus :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-3950136855831498125?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/3950136855831498125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/deaf-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/3950136855831498125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/3950136855831498125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/deaf-ears.html' title='Deaf Ears'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4850455838875345771</id><published>2009-11-10T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:55:02.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serpent: "Adam, take the apple."</title><content type='html'>Can't do that again, the responsibility is like a burden, the weight on my shoulders tire me for every time you kiss me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-4850455838875345771?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4850455838875345771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/serpent-adam-take-apple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4850455838875345771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4850455838875345771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/serpent-adam-take-apple.html' title='Serpent: &quot;Adam, take the apple.&quot;'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6885836576851189348</id><published>2009-11-09T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:27:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her pale skin glows like the lovely moon</title><content type='html'>9/11/09, I tasted my first dose of nicotine in a little den shy of the sun. THE HONour, ecstatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-6885836576851189348?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6885836576851189348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/her-pale-skin-glows-like-lovely-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6885836576851189348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6885836576851189348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/her-pale-skin-glows-like-lovely-moon.html' title='Her pale skin glows like the lovely moon'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6172925021610028446</id><published>2009-11-08T10:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:13:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your eulogies will be music to my ears</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna upload more and more and more and more music onto my blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone must listen k :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first playlist is an autoplay one. It's soft soothing music only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're listening to it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second playlist is a playlist for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mainstream music only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saosin, I Am Ghost, The Birthday Massacre, Throw The Fight, Skillet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third playlist, which is still under "construction" is going to be one for post-hardcore, alternative, and perhaps some metalcore. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There will be SCREAMING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like uh.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blessthefall, All That Remains, The Word Alive, Escape The Fate, Killswitch Engage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fourth playlist, which hasn't even been created yet, is going to be one for metalcore and deathcore and death metal music :3 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It'll be screaming almost all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like uh.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dimmu Borgir, Bring Me The Horizon, The Devil Wears Prada, Suicide Silence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My playlists are gonna show you the kind of music I appreciate, and I would like you to love them too :D &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I appreciate music because of the skill it takes to make them&lt;/span&gt;, and I love lyrics that are deep or enchant me in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dislike pop, R&amp;amp;B, pop rock, rap, hip hop because they're just overrated. They're commercial music for music companies to farm money from, no&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find trance, rave, techno okay because it's meant to let people dance to lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; These are the artists/bands I've listened alot to in chronological order. Perhaps you wanna try it too? Then you may eventually love the music I do ^,^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linkin Park (Primary school days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evanescence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cascada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Chemical Romance (Early secondary school days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sum 41 (Late 2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skillet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slipknot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disturbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Day To Remember (Early 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dimmu Borgir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saosin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All That Remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessthefall (Started my love for metalcore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Birthday Massacre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am Ghost (Started my love for posthardcore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escape The Fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haste The Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadouken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five Finger Death Punch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamb Of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Killswitch Engage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Underoath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Blackout (Late 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring Me The Horizon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw The Fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I Lay Dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Word Alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suicide Silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I See Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Set My Friends On Fire&lt;br /&gt;Eyes Set To Kill (Early 2010)&lt;br /&gt;Parkway Drive&lt;br /&gt;Attack Attack!&lt;br /&gt;Heaven Shall Burn&lt;br /&gt;From Autumn To Ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah... anymore music to recommend? :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-6172925021610028446?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6172925021610028446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6172925021610028446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6172925021610028446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/uh-oh.html' title='Your eulogies will be music to my ears'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-2565142726606893744</id><published>2009-11-05T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:57:43.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charred</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything I ever had, you took away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gave you all I had, crushing all my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tried to hold onto your arms as you walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you left me to drown in my own screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot hate you and I still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burning the bridges, you left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on the other side where I can't reach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My skin will burn away as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walk into the flames just so I'd see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To hide the tears on my face, I walk in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sit alone and drown in all my shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't hold onto your arms as I fought the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The more I tried to fight, the less I became&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Burning the bridges, you left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;on the other side where I can't reach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;My skin will burn away as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;walk into the flames just so I'd see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;You're not so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I stretched the hand where I carved your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're not so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We're here again where it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So come and take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't blame me when its too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to turn back to me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cos my arms are charred black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you gave to me this stain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is your one last chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to push me out of the flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or put the fire out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cry me the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my one last stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll test myself with the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Burning the bridges, you left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;on the other side where I can't reach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;My skin will burn away as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;walk into the flames just so I'd see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our bridge is falling down, down in the flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our bridge is burning down, burning down, burning down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our bridge is burning down, down in the flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I somehow think that this song that I wrote wasn't very good. LOL. Could be better :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-2565142726606893744?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/2565142726606893744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/charred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2565142726606893744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/2565142726606893744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/charred.html' title='Charred'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-7512113992761353242</id><published>2009-11-04T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:53:30.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was your remedy, but its too late to take me now</title><content type='html'>As new friends are made everyday, old ones just seem to fade away. I apologise, people, but I do admit our bridges are getting rusty. Don't let them erode, lets have some coffee :D Yeah, I wanna meet up with old friends at Starbucks, but we're all too caught up with our Os.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os. Thats what they're all gonna be talking about now. It is far less important to me than it is to them, and I dunno why. I do take my Os seriously too though. I study, I try, but obviously too late. Two important years, sleeping through my fire drills and wake up to find everyone else on the other side of this wall of flames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad told me that I'm just one who wanted to comfort myself by telling myself what happened has happened. And for this case, wake up at the last second when its almost over, and I'd get through it and tell myself I've done what I can. Its true, apparently. At least half the story was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flames are still as high as trees, and I'm going to walk through it, smirking like I've secretly humped a goat. LOL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, this reminds me of a song I wrote before: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burning Bridges&lt;/span&gt;. I've changed the title to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charred&lt;/span&gt;. I'll post it separately, some other time. No time now :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-7512113992761353242?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/7512113992761353242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-your-remedy-but-its-too-late-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7512113992761353242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/7512113992761353242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-your-remedy-but-its-too-late-to.html' title='I was your remedy, but its too late to take me now'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6108952874127265921</id><published>2009-11-04T17:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:02:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh again the skies weep, hugging us in kind sorrow</title><content type='html'>I am lazy, thus I am fat. I know I'm blessed. I was born with no physical complications, and no mental complications. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, I was certainly born to luxury and&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I wish I had less.&lt;/span&gt; it was what spoiled me, shaped me into who I am today- A boy with no ambition, little motivation, and little drive. I'm too contented with what I have. Is that a good thing?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I desire much less than many others, and that makes me weak I guess.&lt;/span&gt; Desire is power and determination is strength. I think. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I just came up with this saying. LOL.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another thing I've come to learn in life is that... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really, treasure what you have now, for you'll weep when they're gone.&lt;/span&gt; I bet this is a deliberate human flaw, where people ALWAYS take things for granted, and bitch about what they've lost when its too late.  "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should have blah blah&lt;/span&gt;" and all that. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So don't regret, for you don't have to.&lt;/span&gt; Be nice to everyone and be generous in giving, for more will be returned in different ways. People will observe you with a raised eyebrow but don't bother, you know you're doing right. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good things come in small parcels, embrace them when they come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-6108952874127265921?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6108952874127265921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-again-skies-weep-hugging-us-in-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6108952874127265921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6108952874127265921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-again-skies-weep-hugging-us-in-kind.html' title='Oh again the skies weep, hugging us in kind sorrow'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-6891818577457680542</id><published>2009-11-01T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:59:36.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The second hand twitches, never moving forward</title><content type='html'>When I looked back at my old drawings, I smiled. A bit of shame catches up to me and I'm like, "&lt;em&gt;What's this shit man&lt;/em&gt;." Pokemon, monsters, a little game-book thinggy, anime characters(with terrible proportion)... I used to think that I was good, that I was gifted. Shit, no. I sucked, I still do, even to this day. i'm still pretty confident though, that I'm better than average, but I feel so pubt down when I see the stuff in Deviantart. &lt;strong&gt;Like damn, I wish I was better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to run to my parents, showing them my artistic accomplishment and expect praises and stuff, and they would always tell me they're nice, and I could tell they mostly meant it. Now, I realised its not really that I was all-that-good after all. &lt;strong&gt;When anything comes from someone you love, you'll always find it beautiful and lovely, regardless of its value.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drawings could never sell for more than a dollar, but a kid with cancer who drew like I did could probably get a fullhouse auction for it. Why? Pity? Certainly logic falls behind emotions; Sympathy wins over. &lt;strong&gt;Feelings are what connects people most&lt;/strong&gt;: Common woes, common interests, common experiences, or maybe just a common feeling between two people. I wish I knew how to use this knowledge =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-6891818577457680542?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/6891818577457680542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/second-hand-twitches-never-moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6891818577457680542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/6891818577457680542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/second-hand-twitches-never-moving.html' title='The second hand twitches, never moving forward'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453995837118220663.post-4783705410588262841</id><published>2009-11-01T15:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:40:30.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginnings</title><content type='html'>Okay. I've simply changed my blog address and deleted all my old posts and changed my music playlists and a few other misc. stuff but overall, the skin's still the same ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7453995837118220663-4783705410588262841?l=theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/feeds/4783705410588262841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4783705410588262841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7453995837118220663/posts/default/4783705410588262841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theheartbreakriot.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-beginnings.html' title='New beginnings'/><author><name>Bryan Brilliance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02205461968342735679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LEL18_eEWNk/TqjcT6YIEoI/AAAAAAAAANs/7nNhH082Ef8/s220/Jeisyabelle%2BFirst%2B%25282.5%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
