<?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-5094659855182342570</id><updated>2012-01-30T02:15:19.557-08:00</updated><category term='chestersee'/><category term='yay'/><category term='fish'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='death'/><category term='3E'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='crystal'/><category term='New Year Resolutions'/><category term='Coldplay'/><category term='music'/><category term='Angels and Demons'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Mcfly'/><category term='incoherent but happy'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Orientation'/><category term='Watami'/><category term='victorkim'/><category term='euthanasia'/><category term='Backdated'/><category term='the heart never lies'/><title type='text'>Guess who, Batman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>424</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-3514501693637163130</id><published>2012-01-30T02:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T02:15:19.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3E'/><title type='text'>Watami</title><content type='html'>Also, this is a post dedicated to Watami and the friends who've made the lunches so much more epic :-))) so glad to have every single one of you in 3E. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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Awesome experience tho I slept half the time away.. 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LOVE VICTOR KIM'S VOICE SO MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6133923693336003993?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6133923693336003993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6133923693336003993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6133923693336003993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6133923693336003993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2012/01/voice.html' title='VOICE'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-7035742823783601466</id><published>2012-01-22T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T02:12:47.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDOx2M3Bh-Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDOx2M3Bh-Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS. LOVE VICTOR KIM'S VOICE SO MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-7035742823783601466?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7035742823783601466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=7035742823783601466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7035742823783601466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7035742823783601466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2012/01/voice_22.html' title='VOICE'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2826655887434288015</id><published>2012-01-15T04:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T04:07:09.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutrality</title><content type='html'>A lot of people ask if I am sad, I automatically reply: I am not. Truth is, I probably am, I am supposed to be, but I never saw the point of dwelling on something that has the potential to make me sad. My dad used "heartless" but I prefer to call it "avoidance of issues"..... Good or bad, I don't know. I try not to feel those feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change ugh you are the one most fucking constant in my life &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2826655887434288015?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2826655887434288015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2826655887434288015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2826655887434288015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2826655887434288015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2012/01/neutrality.html' title='Neutrality'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-633714270627635066</id><published>2012-01-01T23:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:47:13.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fbk-U9HEYN8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover at Yujia's house - thanks YJ for inviting :) had so much fun!! Eunice's description of top songs from MTV, Paranormal Activity 2 (hahaha pseudo-intense??), midnight baking and GIANT heart shaped cookies, Liz's chef-desires, guitar hero, falling asleep while watching Adam's biography haha, discovered spongebobathon (48hours wtf!!), horrible bosses and GAM GAM, zi char, and my birthday present hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys &lt;3 love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-633714270627635066?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/633714270627635066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=633714270627635066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/633714270627635066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/633714270627635066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Fbk-U9HEYN8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2397191323355685885</id><published>2011-12-28T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:38:50.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chestersee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victorkim'/><title type='text'>catchy tunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1kifWFdOtQY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2397191323355685885?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2397191323355685885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2397191323355685885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2397191323355685885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2397191323355685885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/catchy-tunes.html' title='catchy tunes'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1kifWFdOtQY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-5979698059077749896</id><published>2011-12-27T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:27:29.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an apology</title><content type='html'>I wish I could be the person you want me to be - but I am everything you think I'm not, and nowhere close to what you imagine me to be. I am sorry for having to be a faggot about this and I wish I could handle things more maturely (I scare the shit out of myself, the way I make things turn out). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to do to salvage things and I am so sorry for ever imposing such hurt onto someone who doesn't deserve a single ounce of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures, to calm the waves of sorrow flooding my soul and mind  &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VXcN3Es8q-I/Tvp-DwFcR1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/ThB8wv6JD24/s640/blogger-image--802423780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VXcN3Es8q-I/Tvp-DwFcR1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/ThB8wv6JD24/s640/blogger-image--802423780.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6cV4nlajJYI/Tvp-Eu4SK5I/AAAAAAAAA4M/FBwegqYaqsI/s640/blogger-image-1933222319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Really not my thing. With all due respect, the whole service was so thoughtfully planned out, band was amazing, acapella group sang well, music was captivating, but honestly.... Everything was so emotionally charged and to be in the midst of it, so unconnected, so devoid of their passion, so unable to understand, so completely lost, it kinda made me disinterested. Maybe I can't feel it yet (maybe I will never) but seeing those people go up and give their whole to one being, makes me feel very.... Ugh just confused and unable to understand. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-1222405209642892479?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1222405209642892479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=1222405209642892479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1222405209642892479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1222405209642892479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/reason-for-season.html' title='Reason for the season'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6083912631601484968</id><published>2011-12-20T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T04:09:31.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But i won&amp;apos;t be the one to let you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z36dBESxfKA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JGorcHsUa4k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the guitar skills are siiiick in this one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6083912631601484968?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6083912631601484968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6083912631601484968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6083912631601484968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6083912631601484968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/but-i-won-be-one-to-let-you-go.html' title='But i won&amp;amp;apos;t be the one to let you go'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z36dBESxfKA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-1531598124752881141</id><published>2011-12-19T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:46:00.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy At The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59ACK2ed30A/TvA8FAMJSfI/AAAAAAAAA4A/YUA770myCHw/s1600/DSC08884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688112386016889330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59ACK2ed30A/TvA8FAMJSfI/AAAAAAAAA4A/YUA770myCHw/s400/DSC08884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNYmyCQkUDo/TvA7eOOF-sI/AAAAAAAAA30/btE0uOJUB_k/s1600/DSC08885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688111719768259266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNYmyCQkUDo/TvA7eOOF-sI/AAAAAAAAA30/btE0uOJUB_k/s400/DSC08885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sydney is replete with gorgeous people. Everywhere. Even at the zoo. Pedo shot taken - how perfect is this picture..... epitome of cuteness!!! I find myself marvelling time and time again at how amazing photography is. It's best when you find yourself capturing the best images when you least expect it. Damn. What i'd be without my dslr.&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/5094659855182342570-1531598124752881141?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1531598124752881141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=1531598124752881141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1531598124752881141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1531598124752881141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/boy-at-zoo.html' title='Boy At The Zoo'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59ACK2ed30A/TvA8FAMJSfI/AAAAAAAAA4A/YUA770myCHw/s72-c/DSC08884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-1108426712286317601</id><published>2011-12-18T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:59:11.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to get jet lagged due to a 3 hour time difference? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics up soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-1108426712286317601?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1108426712286317601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=1108426712286317601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1108426712286317601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1108426712286317601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/sydney.html' title='Sydney'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-7555442738238760617</id><published>2011-12-18T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:58:42.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rêver</title><content type='html'>loved the concert today - JIN HONG YOU WERE AWESOME! and kheeming and kaicong and June of course :) loved the violin/piano duet, the Adele covers, Moves Like Jagger/Nothing covered by Fancy This Progression and definitely Velvetica. :-) first multi-musical concert in RJ and why do i have a feeling this is gonna become a past-time.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-7555442738238760617?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7555442738238760617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=7555442738238760617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7555442738238760617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7555442738238760617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/rever.html' title='rêver'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-7512248705774327771</id><published>2011-12-08T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:49:33.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna be your love, for real</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PDuXmkVFyAw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-7512248705774327771?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7512248705774327771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=7512248705774327771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7512248705774327771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7512248705774327771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/wanna-be-your-love-for-real.html' title='wanna be your love, for real'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PDuXmkVFyAw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6227300456973097160</id><published>2011-12-07T16:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:34:46.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not what you think we are: WE ARE GOLDEN</title><content type='html'>This post dedicated to Sharm, one of the few in class that makes me not wish I were stuck in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUNNING AROUND THE CANTEEN TAGGING PEOPLE "TAG YOU'RE IT!!!" THEN RUNNING AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDING OUTSIDE THE DOOR OF THE COMP LAB AND BLOCKING IT SO THAT JH WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO OPEN IT, THEN RUNNING AWAY IN TIME FOR MRS LIM TO OPEN IT :-))) I almost peed my pants that day lmfao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAMING ALL OUR CLIP ART PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUNNING AROUND TO GET CAKES... ilu thanks seriously :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh Sharm you are so hilarious I miss you so much &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6227300456973097160?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6227300456973097160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6227300456973097160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6227300456973097160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6227300456973097160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-are-not-what-you-think-we-are-we-are.html' title='We are not what you think we are: WE ARE GOLDEN'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6157609473279923589</id><published>2011-12-04T04:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T04:22:59.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prolonged distance</title><content type='html'>Majorly excited for work tomorrow, hanging with the fellow saikang warriors really make my day better :-) already missing Seraphine shirlene lexin thurga and everyone else!! Hopefully I don't have to turn up in boring monotone colors again- gonna raid my wardrobe for something decent/presentable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met crystal at raffles city hahahaha miss those bitches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stop stuffing my face with copious amounts of sugar before I head to Australia - I will only go wild there hehe. Can't wait for Supré shopping etc. UGH I LOVE MY INTERNSHIP SO MUCH I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE EM ON THURS SO WE CAN GIGGLE AT EVERY MINOR THING AND CUTE GUYS AND OUR HORRIBLE DOZING OFF TENDENCIES. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6157609473279923589?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6157609473279923589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6157609473279923589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6157609473279923589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6157609473279923589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/prolonged-distance.html' title='Prolonged distance'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-4919783129167309961</id><published>2011-12-03T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T04:23:26.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work attachment has made me very happy this week :-) new friends (So glad we're on the same wavelength and maturity level, dying with the antics and idiosyncrasies of my stupid cousin grrrr) mentors have been really awesome and lax and cool ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many insights gained over the course of a measly 3 days- there is So much to learn!! From the research and the libraries and acts, to the trips to the supreme and subordinate courts. lunch talks with various lawyers were also cool heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythin is so new; jargon is being a bitch, but I will not regret taking up this intern! :-) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-4919783129167309961?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4919783129167309961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=4919783129167309961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4919783129167309961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4919783129167309961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/work-attachment-has-made-me-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-4585732780567635540</id><published>2011-11-25T07:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:34:36.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Her</title><content type='html'>If you had to leave everything you ever loved behind, except for one thing, what would you take with you? And if you lost that one thing, could you ever find your way home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-4585732780567635540?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4585732780567635540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=4585732780567635540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4585732780567635540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4585732780567635540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/11/missing-her.html' title='Missing Her'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-8183009444236225452</id><published>2011-11-23T04:32:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T04:32:46.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Singapore arts museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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They think they aren't expecting much, but things accumulate and sooner than you know it, it's approaching faster than an avalanche. Fuck, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2461541970569513277?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2461541970569513277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2461541970569513277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2461541970569513277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2461541970569513277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/11/everyone-wants-different-things-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-1501910950326272723</id><published>2011-11-16T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:48:06.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;had a really awesome day out yesterday with alanna and crystal and inez and MISS WONG and MR YEO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg funny to the fucking max k those shitz. I love you miss wong thanks for letting us crash your car and dropping us off at the forum where we didn't want to get off. i love slurring with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-1501910950326272723?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1501910950326272723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=1501910950326272723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1501910950326272723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1501910950326272723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/11/had-really-awesome-day-out-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-5979504413698944070</id><published>2011-11-14T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:13:45.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I REALLY learnt from PW</title><content type='html'>- things don't resolve or get done by themselves if you get stressed and/or cry about it. Best way to deal with em? Get through em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it helps so much to have the support from your group members, and appreciate them cause only they will put up with the bullshit and moodswings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- working towards an eventual goal is much much easier when it's done as a group, together. This way, you'll push on even if it's for the sake of your other team members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- help one another. Everyone's got their own battles, don't get too caught up with your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- live and let live. You don't get another shot at this, so why not enjoy it while you can, right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- love your teammates. I love mine so much &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-5979504413698944070?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5979504413698944070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=5979504413698944070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5979504413698944070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5979504413698944070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-dont-resolve-or-get-done-by.html' title='What I REALLY learnt from PW'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-8850699462739864327</id><published>2011-11-14T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:15:29.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little brother is soccer champ!!</title><content type='html'>Can't fall asleep yet so am doing a quick post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower Heist with the classmates today - pretty fucking awesome I must say. Great company, great movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braces tightening (nooooooo) hurt like a little bitch!! But they are now awesome mint green colored!!! Yum. Yingx also reminded me of the fact that I am going to miss having colors in my mouth when I finally get my braces removed. Touché. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with Alanna tomorrow - stoked. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd like to say that as much as it feels weird and awkward and deliberate now, i swear to god that this isn't easier for me than it is for you. But I'm sure that it'll turn out for the best when at the end of the day, you reach that goal of yours, and I'm not a hindrance. Because the main reason why I have to deliberately distance myself and detach myself from you is the fact that we. Have. Different. Goals. We have different goals, different mindsets, different lifestyles, different values even. And that makes everything so much harder when I CANNOT, for the life of me, understand why you do some things. And it frustrates me, saddens me, brings me down. I cannot take it that there is this particular part of my life that always gets/leaves me doubting. relationships are meant to be built on truth and knowing that you can live comfortably without having to purposely find a way out of telling the truth. See? I am incoherent, and therefore we cannot be what we once were, and we cannot have that bond we once had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-8850699462739864327?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8850699462739864327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=8850699462739864327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8850699462739864327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8850699462739864327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-brother-is-soccer-champ.html' title='Little brother is soccer champ!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6956558258726423091</id><published>2011-11-10T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:17:35.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transient, fleeting, temporary, momentary, impermanent</title><content type='html'>Idealism: The practice of forming or pursuing ideals, esp. unrealistically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a delayed post. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6956558258726423091?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6956558258726423091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6956558258726423091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6956558258726423091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6956558258726423091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/11/transient-fleeting-temporary-momentary.html' title='Transient, fleeting, temporary, momentary, impermanent'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2941849766709654953</id><published>2011-11-09T03:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T03:25:38.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psyched for tomorrow</title><content type='html'>OP! This is what we've been working for, mafakasss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2941849766709654953?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2941849766709654953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2941849766709654953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2941849766709654953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2941849766709654953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/11/psyched-for-tomorrow.html' title='Psyched for tomorrow'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-8719478498380267469</id><published>2011-11-07T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:37:21.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people run right into the fire</title><content type='html'>// Some people hide their every desire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Some people fight, some people fall, others pretend they don't care at all)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-8719478498380267469?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8719478498380267469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=8719478498380267469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8719478498380267469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8719478498380267469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-people-run-right-into-fire.html' title='Some people run right into the fire'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-1008361011839679325</id><published>2011-11-07T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T05:28:02.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite uno moments</title><content type='html'>The first day uno arrived at our house, he only had his small chewed up soggy pillow, and I was sprawled on the floor reading my book, so he very conveniently came over and fell asleep on my leg :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while I was stoning on the kitchen chairs, he tottered over in his cute squishy paws and put his front 2 on my leg, yearning for that pat I so seldom give when I'm half awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help but tickle him behind the ears... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm lying on my floors watching him fall asleep - his brown eyes keep rolling upward already but he is refusing to fall asleep and is occasionally waking up to steal glances at his eccentric owner that is yours Truly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit: just checked, he is fully asleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when friends and strangers come over they don't fully understand what a bubble of cuteness and bundle of joy he is; what a big difference he makes to our lives. But stay with him for a week, a month, hell, 4 years, and he's a godsend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you uno, for listening to me without judging, for letting me take innumerable pictures of you till you get so frustrated (but you've got potential, seriously) and for always being such great company. I would kiss you now but you're asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2qi68kSHULc/Trfc4F4hihI/AAAAAAAAA2I/9NRUNzlWSKk/s640/blogger-image--1673285902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2qi68kSHULc/Trfc4F4hihI/AAAAAAAAA2I/9NRUNzlWSKk/s640/blogger-image--1673285902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-1008361011839679325?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1008361011839679325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Really like how I started my day off with Esther - we went to freaking macritchie reservoir to jog. Didn't know we'd actually accomplish it :) Jogged there, saw half nekkid guys, literally went boggly-eyed (hello NS men we know you've got hot bods keep it to yourself), ran for 5 minutes or so and turned back to school. An hour early but spent most of it in the toilet talking about stuff that i've really been wanting to get off my chest, and things that I know would bore anyone else to tears. Love you Esther.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon was warning me about how "You would DIE in mcritchie and no one would find you" "i ran for a few minutes and ran out" - but really, the company makes ALL the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spending my days feeling sad (and sleepy, mostly) because of things that have been going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i've a new resolution, that hopefully will always be etched in my mind and ingrained into my soul. I hope to never forget this: &lt;u&gt;Know when to walk away&lt;/u&gt;. I know it doesn't seem much, but think about it, at least i never have to hurt anyone else in my moment of anger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i get too angry, too frustrated, too annoyed, too down, too PMS-y, I sincerely hope i can find that ounce of energy and determination in me to simply, walk away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all I hope for. Happy halloween yall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-703667019036760317?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/703667019036760317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=703667019036760317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/703667019036760317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/703667019036760317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/know-when-to-walk-away.html' title='Know when to walk away'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-3696107502910993157</id><published>2011-10-26T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:34:42.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know i've let you down and maybe I'm just not good enough to achieve such standards and all the hopes you pin on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent almost my whole life thinking that I could achieve; and in that, my parents played a huge part. Expected As, GPA 4.0s, world champs.... But disappointment doesn't fully elude me at all. I feel like a complete failure. Not because my grades were bad (well okay maybe they were), but because when someone expects you to be able to reach for the moon, how can you catch only a star?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this, i say, i am incapable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly &lt;em&gt;don't know&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;if i could've done it, perhaps scored something close enough to get my pathetic arse NEAR that H3-acceptable score. &lt;strong&gt;I don't know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it could've been so much worse, but it's so indescribable, that sense of inadequacy when everyone else seems to be achieving so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-3696107502910993157?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3696107502910993157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=3696107502910993157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/3696107502910993157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/3696107502910993157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/could-it-be-worse.html' title='Could it be worse'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2522089478043899353</id><published>2011-10-25T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:41:15.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will always remember</title><content type='html'>"Talent is God-given. Be humble. Fame is man-given. Be grateful. Conceit is self-given. Be careful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2522089478043899353?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2522089478043899353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2522089478043899353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2522089478043899353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2522089478043899353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-always-remember.html' title='I will always remember'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2580945590192349748</id><published>2011-10-24T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:19:28.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12:17</title><content type='html'>I wish I could feel better about my grades and shit but obviously with everyone else owning the shit outta me that's not gonna happen anytime soon.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving some pancakes now. SJP seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three of nt talking to my brother begins. Exciting. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2580945590192349748?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2580945590192349748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2580945590192349748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2580945590192349748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2580945590192349748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/1217.html' title='12:17'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-3370639378500501793</id><published>2011-10-23T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:10:17.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To love something that loves me</title><content type='html'>So. The thing with "Good news or bad news first?", is exactly like trying to say, "Hey I'm going to cut you open with a knife; but here's the consolation: you can have some half-working anesthetic, or painkillers that wear off in 5minutes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you break bad news AND good news to people at the same time? Despite the extent of the awesomeness of the good news (that would have, in another context, been considered truly well done), it is all negated by the bad news. There is no ignoring its presence; it entirely overshadows the other Goodness. Suddenly, in comparison, you begin to doubt your capabilities, and perhaps you didn't deserve that Goodness at all. I mean, a Badness to a Goodness! How absolutely revolting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer the fundamental question of HOW to get about this dilemma, there is only one simple answer: To not have a Badness at all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-3370639378500501793?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3370639378500501793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=3370639378500501793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/3370639378500501793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/3370639378500501793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-love-something-that-loves-me.html' title='To love something that loves me'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6118818522400138809</id><published>2011-10-11T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T23:10:55.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backdated'/><title type='text'>Alone, but not lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And often i find myself asking why I bother to give a fuck.... They always say, let it go, and if it's meant to be yours, it will find it's way back. I think the past 6 months have been proof enough that this should end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt whatever we've been through will stay in my head for a long time if not for ever, but finding myself wishing some things never happened won't change things. It won't change the fact that you've changed, and i've changed. The things i look for in people are no longer what they can give me, how they look, and the likes. It's not the leverage to instant popularity, it's not the things they say to make me laugh. It's the comfort of being with them, and i've found these people. You're just not one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've grown, I'm contented. I've learnt a lot you know, being with the people I have around me now. I enjoy myself everyday, schoolmates make me smile no without trying. I'm having fun, and I think i don't notice this as much as i should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6118818522400138809?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6118818522400138809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6118818522400138809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6118818522400138809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6118818522400138809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/alone-but-not-lonely.html' title='Alone, but not lonely'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6951867564811877793</id><published>2011-10-06T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:02:09.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella isn&amp;apos;t a vampire OR IS SHE?</title><content type='html'>Hanging out with my favorite people of all time yesterday was the best decision I've made :) thanks Alanna for bringing me!!!!! And crystal hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys loadssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6951867564811877793?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6951867564811877793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6951867564811877793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6951867564811877793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6951867564811877793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/bella-isn-vampire-or-is-she.html' title='Bella isn&amp;amp;apos;t a vampire OR IS SHE?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-572014217057679172</id><published>2011-10-05T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T07:24:19.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day I will tell you this</title><content type='html'>Is it so difficult to put things objectively? Why can't you tell me about something without having to inject malice into your words and point fingers at others and hurl insults at them? People's characters may be flawed but it isn't so difficult to look past their imperfections and accept them for who they are. Why are you constantly trying to sow discord and sway my opinions about other people? It's not cool, you know. I've been trying so hard to fight off your malicious words but it's starting to be a real pain in the neck. You need interpersonal skills, and some tact to go along with it. You ain't nobody without others; stop being so two-faced and bitchy all the fucking time. It's getting a little too hard keeping up with your fucked up little world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-572014217057679172?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/572014217057679172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=572014217057679172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/572014217057679172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/572014217057679172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-day-i-will-tell-you-this.html' title='One day I will tell you this'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6227414234577108971</id><published>2011-10-01T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:09:34.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random photos below from lunch with jinhong and wansh, a soccer badge I acquired from the exchange at UW-La Crosse, and the collection of jay chou badges whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I love tennis hehe. I have the gayest friends who love to shriek and squeal and the weirdest coach who has an EPIC smash. Lmao. So intense sial his training, hopefully I'll improve :-)&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T8JNZRYu5Tw/Toedp2EKjYI/AAAAAAAAA18/_EMEd_gaLRw/s640/blogger-image--113195916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T8JNZRYu5Tw/Toedp2EKjYI/AAAAAAAAA18/_EMEd_gaLRw/s640/blogger-image--113195916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WmVu2U7r_Pc/ToedqroLwZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/vBNgCaU_9fI/s640/blogger-image-739512604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WmVu2U7r_Pc/ToedqroLwZI/AAAAAAAAA2A/vBNgCaU_9fI/s640/blogger-image-739512604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_x1QGh9lfcM/ToedrYG6stI/AAAAAAAAA2E/U84SjGJzIZc/s640/blogger-image-1068550358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_x1QGh9lfcM/ToedrYG6stI/AAAAAAAAA2E/U84SjGJzIZc/s640/blogger-image-1068550358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6227414234577108971?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6227414234577108971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6227414234577108971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6227414234577108971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6227414234577108971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-photos-below-from-lunch-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T8JNZRYu5Tw/Toedp2EKjYI/AAAAAAAAA18/_EMEd_gaLRw/s72-c/blogger-image--113195916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6633914897672930529</id><published>2011-09-30T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T07:36:57.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burdened</title><content type='html'>Want to make my parents proud so I don't have to see them tired like this everyday...... It pains. Gonna work hard like whoaaaa sigh &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6633914897672930529?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6633914897672930529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6633914897672930529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6633914897672930529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6633914897672930529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/09/burdened.html' title='Burdened'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-8022255760750062007</id><published>2011-09-24T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T19:14:20.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the name of love</title><content type='html'>I've been watching about 1.5 hours of X factor on YouTube everyday and I'm so impressed by the talent I see. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am psyched for the December holidays cause guess who has an attachment? :-) and a holiday to Sydney.. So stoked. Hope things turn out as planned, and that my brother actually gets a decent psle score so we don't have to cancel our plans/listen to the silence of disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saving up cause I want to get about a hundred things online... Damn my addiction to online shopping. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-8022255760750062007?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8022255760750062007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=8022255760750062007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8022255760750062007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8022255760750062007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-name-of-love.html' title='In the name of love'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6149825246618421537</id><published>2011-09-18T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T05:55:51.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internalize</title><content type='html'>"Ask most people what they want out of life and the answer is simple - to be happy. Maybe it's this expectation of wanting to be happy&lt;br /&gt;that just keeps us from ever getting there. Maybe the more we try to will ourselves to states of bliss, the more confused we get -&lt;br /&gt;to the point where we don't recognize ourselves. Instead we just keep smiling - trying to be the happy people we wish we were.&lt;br /&gt;Until it eventually hits us, it's been there all along. Not in our dreams or our hopes but in the known, the comfortable, the familiar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6149825246618421537?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6149825246618421537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6149825246618421537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6149825246618421537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6149825246618421537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/09/internalize.html' title='Internalize'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-1682652586019102021</id><published>2011-09-17T03:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T03:29:32.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposure</title><content type='html'>Tennis..... Why am I so pathetically lousy at it :-/ &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T1OSHMprKMc/TnR2hfns2jI/AAAAAAAAA1w/FY4Ky-1eBL4/s640/blogger-image-1856710315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T1OSHMprKMc/TnR2hfns2jI/AAAAAAAAA1w/FY4Ky-1eBL4/s640/blogger-image-1856710315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UBvIIQALb6o/TnR2iASWvnI/AAAAAAAAA10/WDLRHacqv38/s640/blogger-image-472153230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UBvIIQALb6o/TnR2iASWvnI/AAAAAAAAA10/WDLRHacqv38/s640/blogger-image-472153230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YDYFciCVjtA/TnR2i5I2VlI/AAAAAAAAA14/S4ypNqckev4/s640/blogger-image--1123979457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YDYFciCVjtA/TnR2i5I2VlI/AAAAAAAAA14/S4ypNqckev4/s640/blogger-image--1123979457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-1682652586019102021?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1682652586019102021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=1682652586019102021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1682652586019102021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1682652586019102021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/09/exposure.html' title='Exposure'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-T1OSHMprKMc/TnR2hfns2jI/AAAAAAAAA1w/FY4Ky-1eBL4/s72-c/blogger-image-1856710315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6780529750628836022</id><published>2011-09-12T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T04:42:27.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miss this place so much...... Fondest memories/best days of my life, I can't even aptly describe this feeling :( &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HOJIbsZVNwk/Tm3wF2nm7KI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7SFQ45EW1_k/s640/blogger-image--630521057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HOJIbsZVNwk/Tm3wF2nm7KI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7SFQ45EW1_k/s640/blogger-image--630521057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cBlm-m-w-0k/Tm3wGxiGY4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/yBL4JM8tQZU/s640/blogger-image--788049237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cBlm-m-w-0k/Tm3wGxiGY4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/yBL4JM8tQZU/s640/blogger-image--788049237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-k2CiryhSJMk/Tm3wHp2gGfI/AAAAAAAAA1k/hKEloymim0E/s640/blogger-image-152166746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S6XAlKMCi_8/Tm3Ij1yNSoI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/zxtZ0onX0aE/s640/blogger-image-248484046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S6XAlKMCi_8/Tm3Ij1yNSoI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/zxtZ0onX0aE/s640/blogger-image-248484046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-8189140000467568253?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8189140000467568253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=8189140000467568253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8189140000467568253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8189140000467568253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-think-this-isn-about-you-it-is.html' title='If you think this isn&amp;amp;apos;t about you, it IS.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S6XAlKMCi_8/Tm3Ij1yNSoI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/zxtZ0onX0aE/s72-c/blogger-image-248484046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-4346254297015426513</id><published>2011-09-08T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T06:34:37.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incoherent but happy'/><title type='text'>Hello Wello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Awo0hfXNrQA/TmjDJhD-yjI/AAAAAAAAA1M/bO3_bA9QGm4/s1600/DSC07624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649980300797594162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Awo0hfXNrQA/TmjDJhD-yjI/AAAAAAAAA1M/bO3_bA9QGm4/s400/DSC07624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was through the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; side of the binoculars.... Along the mississipi river (did i get the spelling right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty proud of this picture and i was so excited because HEY SO ORIGINAL but then my cam died a second later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy today - Mock chem promos (not directly causal), chillin' out with sydney bozy ben, talking to a few people whom i haven't seen in a while, then home and..... not having done anything so far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day -&lt;br /&gt;Bozy: the awkward moment when you're about to hug somebody really attractive, but you hit the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Ben and sydney:........... i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BLUR SO BLUR SO BLUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben (with the most minimal conviction i've seen): i don't like her. *looks away and grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So.... What's up with you and kheeming?" LMFAO guyz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-4346254297015426513?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4346254297015426513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=4346254297015426513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4346254297015426513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4346254297015426513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-wello.html' title='Hello Wello'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Awo0hfXNrQA/TmjDJhD-yjI/AAAAAAAAA1M/bO3_bA9QGm4/s72-c/DSC07624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-5995279951995854247</id><published>2011-08-31T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:10:25.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rêver</title><content type='html'>loved the concert today - JIN HONG YOU WERE AWESOME! and kheeming and kaicong and June of course :) loved the violin/piano duet, the Adele covers, Moves Like Jagger/Nothing covered by Fancy This Progression and definitely Velvetica. :-) first multi-musical concert in RJ and why do i have a feeling this is gonna become a past-time.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-5995279951995854247?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5995279951995854247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=5995279951995854247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5995279951995854247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5995279951995854247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/rever.html' title='rêver'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2413895068438146107</id><published>2011-08-27T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T17:59:04.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's this I question too often:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;“Life isn’t about how many people call you and it’s not about who you’ve dated, are dating, or haven’t dated at all. It’s not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn’t about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it’s not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn’t about that. But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It’s about how you feel about yourself. It’s about trust, happiness, and compassion. It’s about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It’s about what you say and what you mean. It’s about seeing people for who they are and not for what they have. Most of all, it is about living your life to touch someone else’s”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2413895068438146107?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2413895068438146107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2413895068438146107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2413895068438146107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2413895068438146107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-this-i-question-too-often.html' title='it&amp;#39;s this I question too often:'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-7678865617233053992</id><published>2011-08-26T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T19:44:57.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirations</title><content type='html'>I've always been envious of those who have a clear ambition of what they want to do; who they want to be when they grow up. I mean, how easy is it, to know what you want then work towards it? I haven't got a proper ambition until recently when i've started to think about universities and courses and how seniors have moved on from JC.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, an ambition's like weights placed on your shoulders, you feel its presence at the times you don't wish to most, and even when you aren't caught up trying to fulfill that dream, it's hard to ignore, it's like a parasite growing on you......... till one day it probably becomes a part of you. It's unhealthy. It's a double-edged sword - you die trying, you die not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it gives you direction, but is it what i really want to do? Life's not a bed of roses all the time, and I acknowledge, I accept that. But you can't put in 100% and more if you don't believe that it's going to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel, take photographs, explore. That's my &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; ambition but I guess that's gotta wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-7678865617233053992?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7678865617233053992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=7678865617233053992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7678865617233053992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7678865617233053992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/aspirations.html' title='Aspirations'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2169783154897716666</id><published>2011-08-23T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T07:10:10.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lastsoundtrack.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Transcendent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2169783154897716666?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2169783154897716666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2169783154897716666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2169783154897716666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2169783154897716666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/transcendent.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6984911073160435760</id><published>2011-08-22T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T02:19:34.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail. Fail again. Fail better.</title><content type='html'>As you begin your college experience, I thought I’d leave you with the things that, in retrospect, I think are important as you navigate the next four years. I hope that some of them are helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends will change a lot over the next four years. Let them.&lt;br /&gt;Call someone you love back home a few times a week, even if just for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;In college more than ever before, songs will attach themselves to memories. Every month or two, make a mix cd, mp3 folder, whatever - just make sure you keep copies of these songs. Ten years out, they’ll be as effective as a journal in taking you back to your favorite moments.&lt;br /&gt;Take naps in the middle of the afternoon with reckless abandon.&lt;br /&gt;Adjust your schedule around when you are most productive and creative. If you’re nocturnal and do your best work late at night, embrace that. It may be the only time in your life when you can.&lt;br /&gt;If you write your best papers the night before they are due, don’t let people tell you that you “should be more organized” or that you “should plan better.” Different things work for different people. Personally, I worked best under pressure - so I always procrastinated… and always kicked ass (which annoyed my friends to no end). ;-) Use the freedom that comes with not having grades first semester to experiment and see what works best for you.&lt;br /&gt;At least a few times in your college career, do something fun and irresponsible when you should be studying. The night before my freshman year psych final, my roommate somehow scored front row seats to the Indigo Girls at a venue 2 hours away. I didn’t do so well on the final, but I haven’t thought about psych since 1993. I’ve thought about the experience of going to that show (with the guy who is now my son’s godfather) at least once a month ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Become friends with your favorite professors. Recognize that they can learn from you too - in fact, that’s part of the reason they chose to be professors.&lt;br /&gt;Carve out an hour every single day to be alone. (Sleeping doesn’t count.)&lt;br /&gt;Go on dates. Don’t feel like every date has to turn into a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t date someone your roommate has been in a relationship with.&lt;br /&gt;When your friends’ parents visit, include them. You’ll get free food, etc., and you’ll help them to feel like they’re cool, hangin’ with the hip college kids.&lt;br /&gt;In the first month of college, send a hand-written letter to someone who made college possible for you and describe your adventures thus far. It will mean a lot to him/her now, and it will mean a lot to you in ten years when he/she shows it to you.&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the differences between you and your classmates. Always be asking yourself, “what can I learn from this person?” More of your education will come from this than from any classroom.&lt;br /&gt;All-nighters are entirely overrated.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have come to college in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school: despite what many will tell you, it can work. The key is to not let your relationship interfere with your college experience. If you don’t want to date anyone else, that’s totally fine! What’s not fine, however, is missing out on a lot of defining experiences because you’re on the phone with your boyfriend/girlfriend for three hours every day.&lt;br /&gt;Working things out between friends is best done in person, not over email. (IM does not count as “in person.”) Often someone’s facial expressions will tell you more than his/her words.&lt;br /&gt;Take risks.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid of (or excited by) the co-ed bathrooms. The thrill is over in about 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is the middle of the week; therefore on wednesday night the week is more than half over. You should celebrate accordingly. (It makes thursday and friday a lot more fun.)&lt;br /&gt;Welcome failure into your lives. It’s how we grow. What matters is not that you failed, but that you recovered.&lt;br /&gt;Take some classes that have nothing to do with your major(s), purely for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;It’s important to think about the future, but it’s more important to be present in the now. You won’t get the most out of college if you think of it as a stepping stone.&lt;br /&gt;When you’re living on a college campus with 400 things going on every second of every day, watching TV is pretty much a waste of your time and a waste of your parents’ money. If you’re going to watch, watch with friends so at least you can call it a “valuable social experience.”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to fall in love. When it happens, don’t take it for granted. Celebrate it, but don’t let it define your college experience.&lt;br /&gt;Much of the time you once had for pleasure reading is going to disappear. Keep a list of the books you would have read had you had the time, so that you can start reading them when you graduate.&lt;br /&gt;Things that seem like the end of the world really do become funny with a little time and distance. Knowing this, forget the embarassment and skip to the good part.&lt;br /&gt;Every once in awhile, there will come an especially powerful moment when you can actually feel that an experience has changed who you are. Embrace these, even if they are painful.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your political or religious beliefs, be open-minded. You’re going to be challenged over the next four years in ways you can’t imagine, across all fronts. You can’t learn if you’re closed off.&lt;br /&gt;If you need to get a job, find something that you actually enjoy. Just because it’s work doesn’t mean it has to suck.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t always lead. It’s good to follow sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Take a lot of pictures. One of my major regrets in life is that I didn’t take more pictures in college. My excuse was the cost of film and processing. Digital cameras are cheap and you have plenty of hard drive space, so you have no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Your health and safety are more important than anything.&lt;br /&gt;Ask for help. Often.&lt;br /&gt;Half of you will be in the bottom half of your class at any given moment. Way more than half of you will be in the bottom half of your class at some point in the next four years. Get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;In ten years very few of you will look as good as you do right now, so secretly revel in how hot you are before it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;In the long run, where you go to college doesn’t matter as much as what you do with the opportunities you’re given there. The MIT name on your resume won’t mean much if that’s the only thing on your resume. As a student here, you will have access to a variety of unique opportunities that no one else will ever have - don’t waste them.&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, don’t try to do everything. Balance = well-being.&lt;br /&gt;Make perspective a priority. If you’re too close to something to have good perspective, rely on your friends to help you.&lt;br /&gt;Eat badly sometimes. It’s the last time in your life when you can do this without feeling guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;Make a complete ass of yourself at least once, preferably more. It builds character.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your sheets more than once a year. Trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;If you are in a relationship and none of your friends want to hang out with you and your significant other, pay attention. They usually know better than you do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid of the weird pizza topping combinations that your new friend from across the country loves. Some of the truly awful ones actually taste pretty good. Expand your horizons.&lt;br /&gt;Explore the campus thoroughly. Don’t get caught.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to stick with a course of study that you’re no longer excited about. Switch, even if it complicates things.&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos are permanent. Be very certain.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t make fun of prefrosh. That was you like 2 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy every second of the next four years. It is impossible to describe how quickly they pass.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only time in your lives when your only real responsibility is to learn. Try to remember how lucky you are every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself. Create. Inspire, and be inspired. Grow. Laugh. Learn. Love.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to some of the best years of your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6984911073160435760?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6984911073160435760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6984911073160435760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6984911073160435760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6984911073160435760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/fail-fail-again-fail-better.html' title='Fail. Fail again. Fail better.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6314678518639549390</id><published>2011-08-19T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:11:06.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>“Sometimes, contentment is a matter of will. You have to look at what you have right in front of you, at what it could be, and stop measuring it against what you’ve lost. I know this to be wise and true, just as I know that pretty much no one can do it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 This is where I leave you by Jonathan Tropper &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6314678518639549390?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6314678518639549390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6314678518639549390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6314678518639549390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6314678518639549390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-4400618094537188778</id><published>2011-08-19T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T04:46:41.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let me go home</title><content type='html'>I felt totally fucking useless in bio tutorial today. I suck. Why can't I be smart and hardworking and do my parents proud..... they never are anymore. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-4400618094537188778?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4400618094537188778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=4400618094537188778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4400618094537188778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4400618094537188778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-me-go-home.html' title='let me go home'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2087603391261694514</id><published>2011-08-17T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T06:16:58.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In bed?</title><content type='html'>Today was mad mad mad hilarious, 'twas the first time I experienced laughing till my food came all the way back up my throat (how exciting)!! Ben's responses were just epic and so apt for ending off with "in bed?" Lots of porridge spitting though (ew) and LAUGHING till my sides ached like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 3e :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand we're going to the Gym tomorrow for PE! Hope we do some weights cause I totes need to buff up. Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great way to end off the day - an sms from Evelyn saying "don't stress ok" hahaha oh my i miss her too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Destination okie @alannakwong&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon bitch :) Mutha loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2087603391261694514?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2087603391261694514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2087603391261694514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2087603391261694514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2087603391261694514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-bed.html' title='In bed?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-5714325925641115758</id><published>2011-08-16T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:47:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food should taste good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_0lJXA0WOo/Tkqeo3BjfqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/eaZ_7119gIc/s1600/photo%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641495908037394082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_0lJXA0WOo/Tkqeo3BjfqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/eaZ_7119gIc/s400/photo%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need to catch up with so many things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything seems to be so out of reach and worries never seem to go away........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for now - this is the calm before the storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Craving for some chips now-ow-ow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-5714325925641115758?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5714325925641115758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=5714325925641115758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5714325925641115758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5714325925641115758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/food-should-taste-good.html' title='Food should taste good'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_0lJXA0WOo/Tkqeo3BjfqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/eaZ_7119gIc/s72-c/photo%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-5555308227115775836</id><published>2011-08-15T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:49:52.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's such a shame</title><content type='html'>You're beginning to irk me and I'm ashamed; how could I ever think this of someone I used to hold the highest regard for? it's worse when I'm ashamed of actually being your friend/associated to you, cause right now all I want to be is as far away as possible. severe all ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: don't try too hard..... not classy. at all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-5555308227115775836?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5555308227115775836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=5555308227115775836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5555308227115775836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5555308227115775836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-such-shame.html' title='it&amp;#39;s such a shame'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2944075995259098863</id><published>2011-08-13T04:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T04:29:31.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trump card</title><content type='html'>Russell Brand on the UK riots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These young people have no sense of community because they haven’t been given one. They have no stake in society because Cameron’s mentor Margaret Thatcher told us there’s no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don’t want our young people to tear apart our communities then don’t let people in power tear apart the values that hold our communities together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I surprised that these young people behave destructively, “mindlessly”, motivated only by self-interest? How should we describe the actions of the city bankers who brought our economy to its knees in 2010? Altruistic? Mindful? Kind? But then again, they do wear suits, so they deserve to be bailed out, perhaps that’s why not one of them has been imprisoned. And they got away with a lot more than a few fucking pairs of trainers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2944075995259098863?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2944075995259098863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2944075995259098863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2944075995259098863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2944075995259098863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/trump-card.html' title='Trump card'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-9138838588209321165</id><published>2011-08-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T20:43:11.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALANNA</title><content type='html'>yaaaa we were laughing cause of the pint and quartz thing that we thought gave us the most value for money and how we should order + play a game (loser has to eat ice cream LOL) why are we so weird??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of gossip and hilarious moments la &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 love ya!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-9138838588209321165?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/9138838588209321165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=9138838588209321165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/9138838588209321165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/9138838588209321165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/alanna.html' title='ALANNA'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2864891997064182824</id><published>2011-08-11T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:56:02.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn transparent</title><content type='html'>"I can’t love you because you adore me too much. Every time I wish for you to stop flattering me, to stop agreeing with me on every little thing, to stop fucking doing every completely nonsensical thing I ask of you, it makes me feel sick, ungrateful and mean. You’re wonderful for thinking I’m wonderful, but I can’t love you because you don’t love me for my flaws—you love me in spite of them. You don’t see me, you don’t even want to see me, for what I am—the ugly, pungent parts of my guts. You can’t and don’t want to tear these parts out of me while I scream. I can’t love you because you won’t defy me, because you won’t fight me when I’m wrong. I can’t love you because you don’t stand eye to eye with me and challenge me, demand of me, to be a better person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thoughtcatalog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2864891997064182824?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2864891997064182824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2864891997064182824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2864891997064182824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2864891997064182824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/turn-transparent.html' title='Turn transparent'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-754389566454123277</id><published>2011-08-10T03:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T03:43:41.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe it's all for the best</title><content type='html'>I find myself in two different circumstances with two different (groups of) people and I'd like to say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is liberating. it takes a bit of getting used to, but I have so much more time for myself without the incessant hounding. I think I like it much better this way. I don't have to be held accountable all the freaking time and constantly be chased for something i'd rather not do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS is it possible to sneak into an m18 movie?? horrible bosses await...... (psst Alanna crystal Shivani Evelyn) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-754389566454123277?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/754389566454123277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=754389566454123277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/754389566454123277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/754389566454123277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/maybe-it-all-for-best_10.html' title='maybe it&amp;#39;s all for the best'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-1312664585783564447</id><published>2011-08-10T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T03:43:39.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe it's all for the best</title><content type='html'>I find myself in two different circumstances with two different (groups of) people and I'd like to say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is liberating. it takes a bit of getting used to, but I have so much more time for myself without the incessant hounding. I think I like it much better this way. I don't have to be held accountable all the freaking time and constantly be chased for something i'd rather not do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS is it possible to sneak into an m18 movie?? horrible bosses await...... (psst Alanna crystal Shivani Evelyn) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-1312664585783564447?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1312664585783564447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=1312664585783564447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1312664585783564447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1312664585783564447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/maybe-it-all-for-best.html' title='maybe it&amp;#39;s all for the best'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-869150978966265270</id><published>2011-08-09T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T07:39:05.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you felt the gravity of temper grace falling into empty space</title><content type='html'>remember all the sadness and frustration; let it go, let it go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-869150978966265270?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/869150978966265270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=869150978966265270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/869150978966265270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/869150978966265270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-felt-gravity-of-temper-grace_09.html' title='you felt the gravity of temper grace falling into empty space'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-7776923547919048545</id><published>2011-08-02T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:30:48.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whuuut</title><content type='html'>damn it so tired, one day should have 48 hours then maybe I wouldn't have eyebags bigger than my eyes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-7776923547919048545?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7776923547919048545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=7776923547919048545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7776923547919048545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7776923547919048545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/whuuut.html' title='whuuut'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-4681001606636040579</id><published>2011-07-31T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T06:28:41.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IHC Touch Rug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMhSV8IKr7E/TjVX6C1neAI/AAAAAAAAA08/OhEUvVP9bb0/s1600/IMG_7938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635507163429828610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMhSV8IKr7E/TjVX6C1neAI/AAAAAAAAA08/OhEUvVP9bb0/s400/IMG_7938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9kLLijC0eI/TjVX53xwzXI/AAAAAAAAA00/UUCHWCUn_vc/s1600/IMG_7945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635507160460873074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9kLLijC0eI/TjVX53xwzXI/AAAAAAAAA00/UUCHWCUn_vc/s400/IMG_7945.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdN-IbvDsgg/TjVX5m60pdI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ihfxBmyNiLg/s1600/IMG_7837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635507155935471058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdN-IbvDsgg/TjVX5m60pdI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ihfxBmyNiLg/s400/IMG_7837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnKJYDbXLqk/TjVX5WU9tAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/iQYad1LZubc/s1600/IMG_7807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635507151481713666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnKJYDbXLqk/TjVX5WU9tAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/iQYad1LZubc/s400/IMG_7807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEe91WzS2Wk/TjVX5P42I6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/1J6cOCJ5Pyk/s1600/IHC_TouchRugby6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635507149753164706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEe91WzS2Wk/TjVX5P42I6I/AAAAAAAAA0c/1J6cOCJ5Pyk/s400/IHC_TouchRugby6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7_Q5di_Lok/TjVV2BMTtQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/5speIUV2vGs/s1600/IMG_7920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635504895245399298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7_Q5di_Lok/TjVV2BMTtQI/AAAAAAAAA0U/5speIUV2vGs/s400/IMG_7920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7glhlAth_9A/TjVV17fF35I/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZedZQczMWMw/s1600/IMG_7869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635504893713571730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7glhlAth_9A/TjVV17fF35I/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZedZQczMWMw/s400/IMG_7869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--s4GmJGCyeY/TjVV1uynJHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/-qMyY0bpCw0/s1600/IMG_7826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635504890305782898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--s4GmJGCyeY/TjVV1uynJHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/-qMyY0bpCw0/s400/IMG_7826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzwF8KlyKl8/TjVV1UGWDgI/AAAAAAAAAz8/PyKZEjbfSvo/s1600/IMG_7742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635504883140791810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzwF8KlyKl8/TjVV1UGWDgI/AAAAAAAAAz8/PyKZEjbfSvo/s400/IMG_7742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I quite like the idea of this picture above, it's like some dude walking on the field calmly lika boss while blurred in the background two others stumbling after some tussle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pT2VTd34Iws/TjVV1F89geI/AAAAAAAAAz0/jHyk4Dx9wjw/s1600/DSC07676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635504879343337954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pT2VTd34Iws/TjVV1F89geI/AAAAAAAAAz0/jHyk4Dx9wjw/s400/DSC07676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep and that covers the pictures from IHC Touch Rugby - some repeats on facebook heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun x infinity + action packed :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5094659855182342570-4681001606636040579?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4681001606636040579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=4681001606636040579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4681001606636040579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4681001606636040579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/ihc-touch-rug.html' title='IHC Touch Rug'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMhSV8IKr7E/TjVX6C1neAI/AAAAAAAAA08/OhEUvVP9bb0/s72-c/IMG_7938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-7695450150690122933</id><published>2011-07-29T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:24:29.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams are where memories meet emotions</title><content type='html'>All feelings fade over time; there is no eternal burning desire for a person or a person's love, there is no lasting hatred that burns at the pit of your stomach, there is no sadness that cannot be nullified with something else that brings happiness. What remains is merely an empty, void feeling (and perhaps a hole in your soul). Time heals everything - this is the wonder of life. You'll always get over something. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-7695450150690122933?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7695450150690122933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=7695450150690122933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7695450150690122933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7695450150690122933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreams-are-where-memories-meet-emotions.html' title='dreams are where memories meet emotions'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2595633958495274802</id><published>2011-07-27T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T04:55:14.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everytime I see your face</title><content type='html'>“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.”&lt;br /&gt;—	 Joan Crawford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for my first photog op- touch rug! was epically tiring and fun; pics up soonish :-) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2595633958495274802?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2595633958495274802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2595633958495274802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2595633958495274802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2595633958495274802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/everytime-i-see-your-face.html' title='everytime I see your face'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-938453998347147637</id><published>2011-07-24T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:12:30.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This says too much for so little words</title><content type='html'>“At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-938453998347147637?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/938453998347147637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=938453998347147637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/938453998347147637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/938453998347147637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-says-too-much-for-so-little-words.html' title='This says too much for so little words'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-1394201335711732203</id><published>2011-07-23T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T07:33:13.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the people you love are</title><content type='html'>My uncle came back from hongkong today and this is by far one of the best Saturdays I've spent with the whole of my family :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I spent today: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time arguing with my grandmother whether my uncle really was fat; and whether we were too skinny. Her argument consisted of this repeated ten times over: GRANDMA KNOWS BEST SO SHUT UP AND EAT YOUR FOOD. Haha familial warmth makes the house feel too crowded, but who's complaining? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddad was in a good mood as well, it's been long.... I am content as long as he is :) he is a proud granddad and I'm so happy he mentioned my US trip to my uncle who just came back (omg he loves me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the chanchaddddd chanting going on for a really long time, injected with a lot of SHUT UPs along the way. And as usual, a lot of friendly personal attacks:) SOMEBODY'S MOHAWK MAKING HIM COCKY EH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting about school with AB and discussing girls. This topic seems to be trending way too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the epic moment when joel ate auntie Sonia's ice cream..... Crazy epic OIII-ing and slamming and lots of swarming:) Joshua taught him how to fight back but it failed eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the sister that I do not really know how to love yet.... I cannot seem to do anything to please her; neither can I really stand her ways. Why can't I just have 2 brothers instead??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-1394201335711732203?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1394201335711732203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=1394201335711732203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1394201335711732203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1394201335711732203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-is-where-people-you-love-are.html' title='Home is where the people you love are'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-5945681002807142159</id><published>2011-07-22T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:26:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things have changed but that's okay</title><content type='html'>“We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. They are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. This happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. People in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-5945681002807142159?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5945681002807142159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=5945681002807142159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5945681002807142159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5945681002807142159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-have-changed-but-that-okay.html' title='Things have changed but that&amp;#39;s okay'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6101989404033009349</id><published>2011-07-21T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T04:03:01.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of showing appreciation to the Indians who made my life so much better</title><content type='html'>"I will love in a way that renders me silent when I want to scream; I will be stoic and hard when you need me to be, and I will never complain. I will be all the things you want me to be, and I will never fail to find my way to your side when you are calling for me. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6101989404033009349?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6101989404033009349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6101989404033009349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6101989404033009349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6101989404033009349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-of-showing-appreciation-to-indians.html' title='The day of showing appreciation to the Indians who made my life so much better'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-3075461677161412133</id><published>2011-07-20T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T06:28:10.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream of your laughter</title><content type='html'>To anyone out there: how do I muster enough strength to let the things I can't change be the way they are? To give free reign to the people I can't help; or to keep trying even though the end result is nowhere near and I'm losing sight of it gradually? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to help you &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-3075461677161412133?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3075461677161412133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=3075461677161412133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/3075461677161412133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/3075461677161412133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/dream-of-your-laughter.html' title='Dream of your laughter'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-4810046952720780693</id><published>2011-07-19T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:27:23.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqKegUabJrA/TiWFNiREcJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/RoegPoAQYKg/s1600/DSC07653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631053376679866514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqKegUabJrA/TiWFNiREcJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/RoegPoAQYKg/s400/DSC07653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad's birthday this year (super belated post)... and my mum's very own home baked cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the measurements for the ingredients screwed up and it tasted a little bit like nonya kueh even though it didn't look so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In malay dance class today -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instructor: So, anyone is in malay dance or has tried malay dance before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sharm: KHEEMING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LMAO the response was so immediate it was hilarious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And bozy is the weirdest! i heard about him commenting on joseph's tight ass (he said it) and went to ask him: "Who has the tightest ass?" AND HE LAUGHED LIKE A DAMNED HYENA AND POINTED RIGHT AT JOSEPH AND SHOUTED: "HIM!" hahahahaha oh my god. Bozy. U retarded lame ass shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School makes me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-4810046952720780693?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4810046952720780693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=4810046952720780693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4810046952720780693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4810046952720780693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-dads-birthday-this-year-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqKegUabJrA/TiWFNiREcJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/RoegPoAQYKg/s72-c/DSC07653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-441235356935036210</id><published>2011-07-18T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:07:25.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you still know what's on my mind</title><content type='html'>I hate reading between the lines and I hate it more when I can't figure out what the fuck is going on. Save me somebuddy I have irrational mood swings (or random bouts of melancholy and depressing thoughts that don't seem to go away quick enough) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullfuckingshit why I subject myself to this I have no idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-441235356935036210?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/441235356935036210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=441235356935036210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/441235356935036210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/441235356935036210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/will-you-still-know-what-on-my-mind.html' title='Will you still know what&amp;#39;s on my mind'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-181735961619284374</id><published>2011-07-18T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:21:26.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead by example and not by authority</title><content type='html'>We had a nice-ish talk with mrs khoo in the morning yesterday although the awkward silences were really getting to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt to accept others and keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bob Marley on how to love a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Bob Marley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-181735961619284374?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/181735961619284374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=181735961619284374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/181735961619284374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/181735961619284374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/lead-by-example-and-not-by-authority.html' title='Lead by example and not by authority'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-6811452161726832294</id><published>2011-07-16T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T19:45:48.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of infinity</title><content type='html'>The day I forgot to bring my student pass to O level French- I was rushing home like a mad bitch and happened to ask the uncle at the mrt station if I could change the destination of my temp pass (that ugly green card thing) and our conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uncle, can I change the destination for this card?"&lt;br /&gt;"can... Depends, you want a shorter destination, middle destination or... Final destination?" *grins* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died. And/or laughed for a really long time. Made my day infinitely better though. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of this post: SOMEONE WATCH FINAL DESTINATION 5 WITH ME PLEASE! I've only watched FD4 but I am hooked on the gore and violence of it. #winner #swag #judgeme &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-6811452161726832294?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6811452161726832294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=6811452161726832294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6811452161726832294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/6811452161726832294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/power-of-infinity.html' title='Power of infinity'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-31986296085009550</id><published>2011-07-15T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:58:21.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But what if</title><content type='html'>Carebears was okayish yesterday: a little unmanageable when it comes to group sharing sessions but renee exceeds my expectations time and time again it makes me so happy :-) finally saw wanshuen's slut and flirt skills put to use IT AMUSES ME. In essence, hier, je me suis amusée. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep pleasant encounters in general. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-31986296085009550?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/31986296085009550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=31986296085009550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/31986296085009550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/31986296085009550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/but-what-if.html' title='But what if'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-8376978848284113311</id><published>2011-07-13T03:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T03:47:30.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't place my finger on it</title><content type='html'>This indifference is different. Today is a sad day &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-8376978848284113311?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8376978848284113311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=8376978848284113311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8376978848284113311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8376978848284113311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/can-place-my-finger-on-it.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t place my finger on it'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-8923424079148430547</id><published>2011-07-12T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:18:51.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of self confidence and things that may not matter</title><content type='html'>"See, no matter how many times you’ve heard it and no matter how many times you’ve rolled your eyes, first impressions do matter. Time is money and looking for the “inner you” takes time, so it’s easier for men to just glance across the bar and pick one of you out from the herd of size 2s. Who wants to dig through the layers of fat and shame and body image issues just to find the beautiful, fragile sparrow suffocating underneath it all and clean it off gently, nursing it back to health so that it can be all yours, devoted to you for giving it a chance? Nah, like I said, time is money and we’re all whores at our core." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thoughtcatalog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-8923424079148430547?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8923424079148430547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=8923424079148430547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8923424079148430547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8923424079148430547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/of-self-confidence-and-things-that-may.html' title='Of self confidence and things that may not matter'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-8551350778484606642</id><published>2011-07-11T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T01:45:22.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day when the sky is falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lF0i7_NcnlA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for alanna!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-8551350778484606642?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8551350778484606642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=8551350778484606642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8551350778484606642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8551350778484606642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-day-when-sky-is-falling.html' title='One day when the sky is falling'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lF0i7_NcnlA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2328279413772735422</id><published>2011-07-10T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:45:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible that love isn't enough</title><content type='html'>To President: cheer up, you don't really want to be emo and be stuck on the same boat as me (sometimes, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you wan Shuen for being a bitch forever though I'm sorry I don't really think what you wish for will ever happen. Oops haha thx anw for spamming vulgarities with me during lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you both tmrw!! Plus everybuddy check out the One Republic video on Alanna's blog :-) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2328279413772735422?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2328279413772735422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2328279413772735422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2328279413772735422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2328279413772735422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-it-possible-that-love-isn-enough.html' title='Is it possible that love isn&amp;#39;t enough'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-1893128019272120902</id><published>2011-07-10T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:41:45.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jk Rowling</title><content type='html'>"It’s so difficult to describe [depression] to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness, I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling—that really hollowed-out feeling. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-1893128019272120902?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1893128019272120902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=1893128019272120902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1893128019272120902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1893128019272120902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/jk-rowling.html' title='Jk Rowling'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-7788776486285095810</id><published>2011-07-09T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:02:26.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted words but all I heard was nothing</title><content type='html'>All these problems that could do without you bringing them up should stay that way - there really isn't a need for you to come to me with all your bullshit and acting all fake and peacemaking because you just seem to me like some bloody fake ass that judges everyone without giving them a chance to prove their worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell I hate how you're so two faced and hypocritical and always so quick to judge us and trying to induce some problem that WAS NOT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE (or at least too insignificant anyway) and pretending that you care when - come the fuck on - you only want to prove your place. Gtfo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-7788776486285095810?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7788776486285095810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=7788776486285095810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7788776486285095810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7788776486285095810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wanted-words-but-all-i-heard-was.html' title='I wanted words but all I heard was nothing'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-544172644935256884</id><published>2011-07-09T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T07:04:19.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me the meaning of being lonely</title><content type='html'>Helped Daru with a photoshoot for his competition today, was exciting and pretty interesting but the heat was quite off-putting. Had it at the garden in school and a little bit of the ropes course; hope the pictures actually give some credit to his outfit and hair haha I'm a truly lousy photographer...... Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new adventure!! Persa suggested going to changi so yes gonna check it out soonish (I think) ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-544172644935256884?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/544172644935256884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=544172644935256884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/544172644935256884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/544172644935256884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/show-me-meaning-of-being-lonely.html' title='Show me the meaning of being lonely'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-202190741934159345</id><published>2011-07-08T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:57:44.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I take it all back</title><content type='html'>Please don't feel inferior because you are the best I could ask for and I wouldn't replace you ever; thank you for always, always trying so hard though I didnt realize til 5 minutes ago. I'm so sorry for being such an ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-202190741934159345?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/202190741934159345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=202190741934159345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/202190741934159345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/202190741934159345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-take-it-all-back.html' title='I take it all back'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-647853235199925286</id><published>2011-07-08T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T05:06:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust me</title><content type='html'>Carebears first session today- RENEE IS AWESOMELY BRILLIANT and smart and i think I'm having a headache from p1 math hahahaha. Yay glad I'm not in charge of saikang unlike ben.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out the garden by the school's track today, omg why have we not discovered this place earlier?? (was telling Joseph about how he'd be making out with * 24/7 if * was in this school, and he rolled his eyes damn dramatically hahahaha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to catch up on so many things ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-647853235199925286?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/647853235199925286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=647853235199925286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/647853235199925286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/647853235199925286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/trust-me.html' title='Trust me'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-4026570644310656696</id><published>2011-07-06T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:13:28.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody hell I have no guts &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-4026570644310656696?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4026570644310656696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=4026570644310656696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4026570644310656696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4026570644310656696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/bloody-hell-i-have-no-guts.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-698847852673919940</id><published>2011-07-06T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:22:28.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third</title><content type='html'>Crystal: Eh miss.... Nui? Ngui? Is sitting there?&lt;br /&gt;Us: YOU MEAN MISS NGAI HAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg crystal you bimbo shit now she knows you don't ever greet her in class!! Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super guailan mood recently but I need to take a break and not be too reliant or dependent on one person alone, because being detached and superficial from certain people helps to cope with inferiority complex. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-698847852673919940?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/698847852673919940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=698847852673919940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/698847852673919940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/698847852673919940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/third.html' title='Third'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-158674932945875596</id><published>2011-07-05T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T06:28:32.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE OMG I LOVE THESE PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shivani looks so young!!!!! hahah lmfao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZKxAzm4jGk/ThMRPmLV0VI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rUQHFQU9ua0/s1600/IMG_2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625859319159705938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZKxAzm4jGk/ThMRPmLV0VI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rUQHFQU9ua0/s400/IMG_2078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5094659855182342570-158674932945875596?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/158674932945875596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=158674932945875596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/158674932945875596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/158674932945875596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/like-omg-i-love-these-people-shivani.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZKxAzm4jGk/ThMRPmLV0VI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rUQHFQU9ua0/s72-c/IMG_2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-3520768019550706213</id><published>2011-07-04T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:03:04.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so dedicated I'm blogging on the first day of Term 3!!! hahaha k kidding I'm actually bored while wasting my time away at nicoll highway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway wow first block GP..... AM I PSYCHED OR WHAT??? lmao way to make my day with crappy results and dozing off in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train is here! Estimation sucks! I was early and now I'm late! Cya bbs enjoy school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-3520768019550706213?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3520768019550706213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=3520768019550706213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/3520768019550706213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/3520768019550706213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-so-dedicated-im-blogging-on-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-5527096260082949851</id><published>2011-07-04T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T05:21:29.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm more sorry than you could ever imagine</title><content type='html'>Went out to catch a movie and do some serious lepaking business with Alanna!!!! Shiok la just laughing about mr Yeo's arts fest general awesomeness (lmfao) and whining about school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really kinda dislike wearing the rj pe shirt out cause I feel like people are judging me at first glance already. So many expectations and still have to worry about Mrs Yong lurking around taking pictures to send to the school hahahaha sigh TUESDAY Y U HERE SO QUICK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-5527096260082949851?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5527096260082949851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=5527096260082949851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5527096260082949851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5527096260082949851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-more-sorry-than-you-could-ever.html' title='I&amp;#39;m more sorry than you could ever imagine'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-4367834092311745449</id><published>2011-07-04T05:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T05:18:31.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had a really really awesome time lepaking ~~ :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you so much!!!!! Most treasured and honest friendships I've ever had my whole life and I'm glad I have you guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-4367834092311745449?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/4367834092311745449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=4367834092311745449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4367834092311745449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/4367834092311745449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-had-really-really-awesome-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-7041085908604312244</id><published>2011-07-03T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T08:57:10.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret rendezvous</title><content type='html'>yayerz met up with the beavergoats and they slept over :-) pics up soonish&lt;br /&gt;did super lame stuff and stayed up almost the whole night (dammit fell asleep at 645 SO CLOSEEEE) talking about so many things hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and shivani's subconscious state is like..... imba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all alanna crystal nisha shivani shuxian huazhen charlotte!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha and on the day of the bio paper while shivani and i were freaking out by the lockers, we gave miss wong and de souza a call..... and it went like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss wong: HARROOO?&lt;br /&gt;us: Miss wonggg we are gonna fail bio la so nervous (and then we crapped for about 5 minutes and realised we weren't getting anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;miss wong: Take a deeeeeep breath tell your whole class just take a deeeeeep breath ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao la miss wong whole day rambling on about useless shit but it was comforting haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we called de souza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: mr de souza wish us all your bio luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;de souzie: ... O...kay.... good luck.. (WHY DOES HE TALK LIKE THAT)&lt;br /&gt;us: no say 'good luck and hope everyone else fails as well"!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la and then he said it and hung up. walau. #sincerity sial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love rg maxxx we have the best teachers :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-7041085908604312244?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7041085908604312244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=7041085908604312244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7041085908604312244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/7041085908604312244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/secret-rendezvous.html' title='Secret rendezvous'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-5594599367804535533</id><published>2011-07-01T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T02:36:19.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness and Indifference</title><content type='html'>“Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a why. Maybe somewhere there’s that thing that let’s you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-5594599367804535533?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5594599367804535533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=5594599367804535533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5594599367804535533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/5594599367804535533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/loneliness-and-indifference.html' title='Loneliness and Indifference'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-1953659122479339437</id><published>2011-06-30T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T06:58:09.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where i first saw you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07430-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 592px; HEIGHT: 381px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/DSC07430-1.jpg" width="287" height="546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Eagle Bluff, unadulterated bliss&lt;br /&gt;this was also where i saw fireflies at night for the first time in my life, and i found myself rooted to the spot staring at the blinking blue lights that were all over this field...... there was also a Kill Hill, all the remnants of road kill, the white ceramic bones strewn all over, but surprisingly no flies and no smell, it just felt like a silent warning to me haha. Vultures and bald eagles everywhere!!! Reaaaally nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07265.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 592px; HEIGHT: 461px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/DSC07265.jpg" width="519" height="684" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07255.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 592px; HEIGHT: 393px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/DSC07255.jpg" width="518" height="685" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green men from a cmps recycling team, coolest display i've seen so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 592px; HEIGHT: 407px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/DSC07180.jpg" width="518" height="691" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat scored this flamingo hat from the mixer!!! Haha and i've a baseball jersey that is.... epically and wonderfully oversized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07171-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 591px; HEIGHT: 436px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/DSC07171-1.jpg" width="517" height="684" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were supposed to be stressed/sad? I didn't get the memo, yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07149.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 591px; HEIGHT: 415px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/DSC07149.jpg" width="591" height="685" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 591px; HEIGHT: 408px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/DSC07325.jpg" width="588" height="685" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO CUTE (Jack + Nat hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you guys were wondering, this IS truly the best burger i've eaten in my whole life (FYEA FIVE GUYS!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 592px; HEIGHT: 351px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/DSC07057.jpg" width="592" height="686" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i finished it! It WAS that good.... mmmm bacon cheeseburger sinful x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06984.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 596px; HEIGHT: 420px" border="0" alt="View from sleeping giant" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/DSC06984.jpg" width="596" height="683" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the view from Sleeping Giant (unedited, btw) GORGEOUS OR WHAT&lt;br /&gt;i could stay there forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC07064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 596px; HEIGHT: 387px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/DSC07064.jpg" width="537" height="687" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06963-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 596px; HEIGHT: 430px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/DSC06963-1.jpg" width="596" height="681" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06957.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 595px; HEIGHT: 493px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/DSC06957.jpg" width="595" height="686" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06931.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 595px; HEIGHT: 419px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/DSC06931.jpg" width="595" height="683" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep and this is Mary who is super cute and gorjussss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of the limited pics are on facebook :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-1953659122479339437?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1953659122479339437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=1953659122479339437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1953659122479339437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/1953659122479339437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/06/photobucket.html' title='where i first saw you'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/International%20Conference%20June%202011/th_DSC07430-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2446563076487064348</id><published>2011-06-28T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T05:16:57.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodpecker</title><content type='html'>Just two more days and I'll have my life back..... :'''( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yknow, I've never really hated my life to the point that I'd trade it away for someone else's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are two kinds of people in this world: those who believe there are two kinds of people in this world and those who are smart enough to know better.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Robbins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2446563076487064348?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2446563076487064348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2446563076487064348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2446563076487064348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2446563076487064348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/06/woodpecker.html' title='Woodpecker'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-683671324100928524</id><published>2011-06-24T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T17:54:16.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why You’re Not Allowed To Be A Trainwreck&lt;br /&gt;By Ryan O’Connell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, you’re supposed to always be improving. You’re learning from your mistakes, you’re old enough to know better now. The second you do something that’s bad, you’re expected to develop a learning curve and say to yourself, “This hurt me. This is unhealthy behavior so I’ll stop doing it now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who falls in love with assholes is supposed to eventually find a nice young man. The man who drinks too much is expected to go to rehab and become a changed person. The girl who weighs 90 pounds is required to have a moment of clarity and eat that slice of pizza. Do you sleep around with strangers? Don’t worry, you’ll be in a monogamous relationship when you’re 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re a culture that thrives on bad decisions and recovery. We love to watch someone fall just so they can ask for our help to get back up. This kind of thinking is easy and it keeps things in black and white terms. We’re able to compartmentalize situations. This, we’re taught, will help us stay sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if you’re not okay? What if you’re 36 and worse off than you were when you were 21? What if the girl who falls in love with assholes decides to marry one and bear his children? What if the anorexic girl has some good days but mostly still hates herself? These kinds of narratives are harder to hear — they exist in the grey area and don’t have easy fixes — so they’re ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re pressured by society. That sounds sort of simplistic but it’s true. We’re pressured by the implicit deadlines it gives us. We’re supposed to act a certain way at 23 and have it out of our system before people start to stare, before they ask us to please act our age. These deadlines are there to help keep us on track but, in reality, they’re often the reason why people go off the track to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much shame in saying, “I’m not okay”, in admitting that you neglected to retain the after school message. There’s shame in seeing yourself make the same mistakes for ten years instead of for a few months. This was not supposed to be your life. You were supposed to be somewhere else, with someone else, doing something else. But you’re not. You’re right here — a place no one wants to be — and you don’t know how to move forward. Everyone’s scared they might catch whatever it is you have so they keep their distance. You just want to be honest with people but you’re too ashamed so you keep pretending to be fine. Everyone knows you’re not but it’s easier for them to just go along with it. Cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn’t anyone acknowledge how hard everything can be? And how some bad habits just don’t dissolve on your 31st birthday? Or that you can have the same bad day over and over again? Life doesn’t have the kind of endings you see in magazines or movies. Things linger past their expiration date and if people felt like they could talk about it, maybe they’d have a better chance at actually becoming the person they want to be. Saying “I’m not okay” may be what finally makes you okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-683671324100928524?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/683671324100928524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=683671324100928524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/683671324100928524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/683671324100928524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-youre-not-allowed-to-be-trainwreck.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-9117397274345435895</id><published>2011-06-24T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:43:50.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview of IC post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06986.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 346px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i1102.photobucket.com/albums/g445/thrashmetal_/DSC06986.jpg" width="410" height="523" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I happen to like this photo very much, so thought i'd share it here first~&lt;br /&gt;She's one of the hosts from CT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Disclaimer: Rest of the photos aren't as nice/nice at all. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-9117397274345435895?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/9117397274345435895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=9117397274345435895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/9117397274345435895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/9117397274345435895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/06/preview-of-ic-post.html' title='Preview of IC post!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-2795550922490202667</id><published>2011-06-24T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:09:56.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything was perfect</title><content type='html'>I still remember every little detail about my CmPS trip to US, please remind me to blog about it!! Miss it like hell right now, talking to Shivani about it makes me wish this wasn't our final year in CmPS. Sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-2795550922490202667?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2795550922490202667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=2795550922490202667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2795550922490202667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/2795550922490202667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/06/everything-was-perfect.html' title='Everything was perfect'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-8153156155176054809</id><published>2011-06-22T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:09:07.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misplaced affection</title><content type='html'>Some people think that others have it better and easier than them, but I always believe that to get to some place - above the rest, mediocre level, or below everyone else - you can only depend on yourself. It's your actions that ultimately determine where you end up and what you achieve. I think it's too twisted and warped for anyone to even think that anyone else has it easier than they do, because we all start at the same point. From there, it's all up to us. What really matters is not the genes you were born with or the intelligence your parents passed on to you, it's about how you face up and rise to the challenge and try to make up for areas that you seem to fall short at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the whole issue about "tuition" or "extra help" as some put it. So i attend tuition, does that make me work less hard than you? Does that give me an added advantage that you can't have? No one is stopping you from having tuition, it's your choice that you made to not want it. I choose to want it, and by doing so, i sacrifice a little more than someone who doesnt, perhaps. And who says that with tuition I can sit back, relax and enjoy the show? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to a place because of pure luck, coincidence or fate. It's hardwork and determination and going the extra mile when others don't, or can't be bothered to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be so bitter about life, or jealous that others have what you dont. It's all in your hands and it's terribly flawed and myopic to think that they didn't work hard for whatever they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justsayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-8153156155176054809?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8153156155176054809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=8153156155176054809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8153156155176054809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/8153156155176054809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/06/misplaced-affection.html' title='Misplaced affection'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094659855182342570.post-3509475912511533006</id><published>2011-06-22T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T01:23:45.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard but we all keep trying</title><content type='html'>Its not easy to forgive. Its not easy to forget. Its not easy to love unconditionally. But anyone can do it. To do it, you just have to. And when you do, its not forced, its not done grudgingly. Eventually, things become simplier, you will feel better and then theres peace. When someone cant tell you Im so sorry for everything Ive done, but you know its there in his heart, and although you know he may take forever to say it and meanwhile wrong you many times more, the only thing to say is "I will always love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from crystal's blog, the-airmenschocolate.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal this is beautiful thank you for blogging &lt;3 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094659855182342570-3509475912511533006?l=lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/feeds/3509475912511533006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094659855182342570&amp;postID=3509475912511533006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/3509475912511533006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094659855182342570/posts/default/3509475912511533006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastsoundtrack.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-hard-but-we-all-keep-trying.html' title='It&amp;#39;s hard but we all keep trying'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
