<?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-14717725</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:45:39.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`soda</title><subtitle type='html'>so where oh where my lord could be 
my life is like a broken tree
- wiL</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112800700561707990</id><published>2005-09-29T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:08:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soda pauper is dead.</title><content type='html'>I have said it. this is dead. my emoticons cannot be controlled anyway. o have moved on to better things in life. I might return....sometime later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new home : &lt;a href="http://whammybar.blogspot.com"&gt;the blasphemy of the whammy bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112800700561707990?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112800700561707990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112800700561707990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112800700561707990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112800700561707990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/09/soda-pauper-is-dead.html' title='soda pauper is dead.'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112783393750299598</id><published>2005-09-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:12:17.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant stand it anymore</title><content type='html'>i swear this blog is gonna be dead la...after all the fucking idiotic modifications i made to this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signs of a new blog coming soon i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112783393750299598?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112764142772453663</id><published>2005-09-25T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:43:47.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces</title><content type='html'>I tried to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;But nothing was worth it&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe it makes me real&lt;br /&gt;I thought it’d be easy&lt;br /&gt;But no one believes me&lt;br /&gt;I meant all the things I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe it’s in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I’d say all the words that I know&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if it would show&lt;br /&gt;That I’m trying to let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I’m better off on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is so empty&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are so tempting&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how it got so bad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s so crazy&lt;br /&gt;That nothing can save me&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the only thing that I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe it’s in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I’d say all the words that I know&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if it would show&lt;br /&gt;That I’m trying to let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I’m better off on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;It just wasn’t worth it&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could ever be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to believe me&lt;br /&gt;It never gets easy&lt;br /&gt;I guess I knew that all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe it’s in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I’d say all the words that I know&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if it would show&lt;br /&gt;That I’m trying to let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I’m better off on my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112764142772453663?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112668654284720250</id><published>2005-09-14T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:29:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me&lt;br /&gt;And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see&lt;br /&gt;It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you&lt;br /&gt;My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear&lt;br /&gt;If you want me hold me back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail&lt;br /&gt;And so we go back to the remedy&lt;br /&gt;Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie&lt;br /&gt;And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away&lt;br /&gt;So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long&lt;br /&gt;It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here&lt;br /&gt;If you want me hold me back&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail&lt;br /&gt;And so we go back to the remedy&lt;br /&gt;Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie&lt;br /&gt;And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"&lt;br /&gt;Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail&lt;br /&gt;And so we go back to the remedy&lt;br /&gt;Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie&lt;br /&gt;And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold your eyes closed, take me in&lt;br /&gt;Hold your eyes closed, take me in&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail&lt;br /&gt;And so we go back to the remedy&lt;br /&gt;Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie&lt;br /&gt;And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"&lt;br /&gt;Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail&lt;br /&gt;And so we go back to the remedy&lt;br /&gt;Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie&lt;br /&gt;And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112668654284720250?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://lyrics.astraweb.com/displayp.cgi?seether..karma_and_effect..remedy' title='Remedy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112651781680546916</id><published>2005-09-12T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:36:56.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTR\MISSION</title><content type='html'>What's this? Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine once told me&lt;br /&gt;" Youre playing with fire , man&lt;br /&gt;youre gonna get burned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but dude" , i said to him . " I'm sick n' tired of standing in line..."&lt;br /&gt;"Didnt feel like waiting for my turn, so i dove straight in,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head first , prepared for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Never expected to be first.&lt;br /&gt;My paitence had been put to the test , for 16 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they used to say, there's so much time, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;Drank a lot of beers, cried a few tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated that girl for just a little well, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Turned out she wasnt my kind of style&lt;br /&gt;nice smile , but cheating ways that left me in a haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared my head , one night in bed&lt;br /&gt;I started to crumble, but i arent no wanting trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to step away fom all that rubble&lt;br /&gt;that same ol' fren said something else; that really made some sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things in life will take a twist , then a turn..."&lt;br /&gt;As that buddy toild me another day , live and learn&lt;br /&gt;cause all this experience , you won't get at school..&lt;br /&gt;so if you ever really know where u will stand in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a quick glance ,&lt;br /&gt;then grab that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF NTR\MISSION.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS OPERATOR WIL ,&lt;br /&gt;LOGGING OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112651781680546916?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112651781680546916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112651781680546916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112651781680546916'/><link rel='self' 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morpharotic dream from a magazine&lt;br /&gt;And she's so fine, designed to blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's a dominatrix supermodel beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream about a girl who's a mix of Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;Just little touch of Madonna's wild style&lt;br /&gt;With Janet Jackson's smile&lt;br /&gt;Throw in a body like Jennifer's&lt;br /&gt;You've got the star of my liquid dreams&lt;br /&gt;My liquid dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie's lips to kiss in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Underneath Cindy C's beauty mark&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the test, well, Tyra's the best&lt;br /&gt;And Salma Hayek brings the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this hot girl, she's not your average girl&lt;br /&gt;She's a morpharotic dream from a magazine&lt;br /&gt;And she's so fine, designed to blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's a dominatrix supermodel beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks ain't everthing&lt;br /&gt;She's got the sweetest personality&lt;br /&gt;Like Halle B (Halle B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama thinks I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;My friends all think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I leave the world behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I dream&lt;br /&gt;Liquid dreams&lt;br /&gt;My liquid dreams&lt;br /&gt;Waterfalls and streams&lt;br /&gt;These liquid dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112598434137980272?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112598434137980272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112598434137980272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112598434137980272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112598434137980272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/09/whos-she.html' title='who&apos;s she?'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112590543833656440</id><published>2005-09-05T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:30:38.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>其实你不懂我的心</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;其实你不懂我的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲:童安格词:陈桂珠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说我像云捉摸不定&lt;br /&gt;其实你不懂我的心&lt;br /&gt;你说我像梦忽远又忽近&lt;br /&gt;其实你不懂我的心&lt;br /&gt;你说我像谜总看不清&lt;br /&gt;其实我永不在乎掩藏真心&lt;br /&gt;怕自己不能负担对你的深情&lt;br /&gt;所以不敢靠你太近&lt;br /&gt;你说要远行暗地里伤心&lt;br /&gt;不让你看到哭泣的眼睛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112590543833656440?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112590543833656440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112590543833656440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112590543833656440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112590543833656440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='其实你不懂我的心'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112555999552503484</id><published>2005-09-02T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:35:04.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeping Death........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;Slaves&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh&lt;br /&gt;Heed&lt;br /&gt;To his every word, live in fear&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;Of the unknown one, the deliverer&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;Something must be done, four hundred years&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;So let it be written&lt;br /&gt;So let it be done&lt;br /&gt;I'm sent here by the chosen one&lt;br /&gt;So let it be written&lt;br /&gt;So let it be done&lt;br /&gt;To kill the first born pharaoh son&lt;br /&gt;I'm creeping death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;Let my people go, land of goshen&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;I will be with thee, bush of fire&lt;br /&gt;Blood&lt;br /&gt;Running red and strong, down the nil&lt;br /&gt;Plague&lt;br /&gt;Darkness three days long, hail to fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die by my hand&lt;br /&gt;I creep across the land&lt;br /&gt;Killing first born man&lt;br /&gt;Die by my hand&lt;br /&gt;I creep across the land&lt;br /&gt;Killing first born man&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Rule the midnight air the destroyer&lt;br /&gt;Born&lt;br /&gt;I shall soon be there, deadly mass&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Creep the steps and flood final darkness&lt;br /&gt;Blood&lt;br /&gt;Lambs blood painted door, i shall pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-14717725.post-112555906238675230</id><published>2005-09-01T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:18:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happen to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;thinking about thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;summertime i think it was june&lt;br /&gt;yeah i think it was june&lt;br /&gt;laying back head in the grass&lt;br /&gt;children grown having some laughs&lt;br /&gt;yeah having some laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinking back drinking for two&lt;br /&gt;drinking with you&lt;br /&gt;when drinking was new&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in the back of my car&lt;br /&gt;we never went far&lt;br /&gt;needed to go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where we are going now&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where we are going now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up cold coffee and juice&lt;br /&gt;remembering you&lt;br /&gt;what happened to you&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if well meet again&lt;br /&gt;talk about us instead&lt;br /&gt;talk about why did it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;you made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;made me feel like the one&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where we are going now&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where we are going now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112555906238675230?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112555906238675230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112555906238675230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112555906238675230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112555906238675230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-happen-to-you.html' title='what happen to you?'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112521420153344489</id><published>2005-08-28T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T15:30:01.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK this life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"If you're 555&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm 666."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Everbody's so infatuated,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's so completely&lt;br /&gt;Sure of what we are.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody defamates&lt;br /&gt;From miles away,&lt;br /&gt;But face to face, they&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got a thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I bleed for this and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I bleed for you&lt;br /&gt;Still you look in my face&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm somebody new&lt;br /&gt;Toy, nobody wants&lt;br /&gt;Anything I've got&lt;br /&gt;Which is fine&lt;br /&gt;Because you're made of&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'm not.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i am not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becuz ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a fucked up world a fucked up place&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's judged by the fucked up face&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up dreams fucked up life&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up kid with a fucked up knife&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up moms and fucked up dads&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up cop with a fucked up badge&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up job with fucked up pay&lt;br /&gt;And a fucked up boss is a fucked up day&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up press and fucked up lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ain't it a shame that you can't say fuck&lt;br /&gt;Fuck just a word and it's all fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Like a fucked up punk with a fucked up mouth&lt;br /&gt;A nine-inched nail - get knocked the fuck out&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up aids from fucked up sex&lt;br /&gt;Fake-assed titties on a fucked up chest&lt;br /&gt;We're all fucked up so what cha wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;With fucked up me and fucked up you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ain't life a bitch a fucked up ditch&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up sore with a fucked up stitch&lt;br /&gt;A fucked up head is a fucked up shame&lt;br /&gt;Swingin' on my nuts it's a fucked up game&lt;br /&gt;Jealously thrills up a fucked up mind&lt;br /&gt;It's real fucked up like a fucked up crime&lt;br /&gt;If i say fuck two more times&lt;br /&gt;That's 46 fucks in this fucked up rhyme&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my fucked up life ,&lt;br /&gt;you fucked up animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss my fucked up ass if you fucking dare to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am out of this fucking life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps from a building*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112521420153344489?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112521420153344489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112521420153344489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112521420153344489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112521420153344489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/08/fuck-this-life.html' title='FUCK this life.'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112459770386096066</id><published>2005-08-21T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:18:35.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sanitarium</title><content type='html'>I can't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;    Can't tell if this is true or dream&lt;br /&gt;    Deep down inside i feel to scream&lt;br /&gt;    This terrible silence stops me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now that the war is through with me&lt;br /&gt;    I'm waking up i can not see&lt;br /&gt;    That there is not much left of me&lt;br /&gt;    Nothing is real but pain now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hold my breath as i wish for death&lt;br /&gt;    Oh please god,wake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Back in the womb its much too real&lt;br /&gt;    In pumps life that i must feel&lt;br /&gt;    But can't look forward to reveal&lt;br /&gt;    Look to the time when i'll live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fed through the tube that sticks in me&lt;br /&gt;    Just like a wartime novelty&lt;br /&gt;    Tied to machines that make me be&lt;br /&gt;    Cut this life off from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hold my breath as i wish for death&lt;br /&gt;    Oh please god,wake me&lt;br /&gt;    Now the world is gone i'm just one&lt;br /&gt;    Oh god,help me hold my breath as i wish for death&lt;br /&gt;    Oh please god help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Darkness imprisoning me&lt;br /&gt;    All that i see&lt;br /&gt;    Absolute horror&lt;br /&gt;    I cannot live&lt;br /&gt;    I cannot die&lt;br /&gt;    Trapped in myself&lt;br /&gt;    Body my holding cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Landmine has taken my sight&lt;br /&gt;    Taken my speech&lt;br /&gt;    Taken my hearing&lt;br /&gt;    Taken my arms&lt;br /&gt;    Taken my legs&lt;br /&gt;    Taken my soul&lt;br /&gt;    Left me with life in hell&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to where time stands still&lt;br /&gt;no one leaves and no one will&lt;br /&gt;Moon is full, never seems to change&lt;br /&gt;just labeled mentally deranged&lt;br /&gt;Dream the same thing every night&lt;br /&gt;I see our freedom in my sight&lt;br /&gt;No locked doors, No windows barred&lt;br /&gt;No things to make my brain seem scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep my friend and you will see&lt;br /&gt;that dream is my reality&lt;br /&gt;They keep me locked up in this cage&lt;br /&gt;can't they see it's why my brain says Rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanitarium, leave me be&lt;br /&gt;Sanitarium, just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build my fear of what's out there&lt;br /&gt;and cannot breathe the open air&lt;br /&gt;Whisper things into my brain&lt;br /&gt;assuring me that I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;They think our heads are in their hands&lt;br /&gt;but violent use brings violent plans&lt;br /&gt;Keep him tied, it makes him well&lt;br /&gt;he's getting better, can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more can they keep us in&lt;br /&gt;Listen, damn it, we will win&lt;br /&gt;They see it right, they see it well&lt;br /&gt;but they think this saves us from our Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanitarium, leave me be&lt;br /&gt;Sanitarium, just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Sanitarium, just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of living on&lt;br /&gt;natives getting restless now&lt;br /&gt;Mutiny in the air&lt;br /&gt;got some death to do&lt;br /&gt;Mirror stares back hard&lt;br /&gt;Kill, it's such a friendly word&lt;br /&gt;seems the only way&lt;br /&gt;for reaching out again.&lt;div 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(#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112451802292017344</id><published>2005-08-20T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:07:02.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal.</title><content type='html'>I heard some of the most horrifying stories about metal since I became a metalhead. Why? Damn, there are much more horrible stories in hip-hop! I tried to get some of these stories, which I felt represented the overall impression people get nowadays about metalheads. And the recent events regarding Dimebag Darrell's death gave me the last energy surge I needed to clarify some myths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth: All metalheads are satanists and pagan-infused monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality: I'm so overwhelmed by the fact that some people still think those kinds of things. Of course, when you see me coming around with my "Altar Of Sacrifice" Slayer hoodie, it's not that surprising. But hell, I thought that people got open-minded enough to accept the fact that it's SHOWBIZ! Tom Araya is catholic. Dani Filth is not a reincarnation of the demon. Dimmu Borgir aren't worshipping Satan in their basements. Emperor won't sacrifice live animals and humans on stage. Burzum isn't... ok. Bad example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! There are these specific cases. Burzum is one. Mayhem is one. But you have to remember that these guys are playing music. Whether they play Power, Thrash or Black is not important. Ihsahn, Emperor's frontman once said that "The fact that I play Black Metal does not make me unhuman. I'm in fact someone who laughs and smile a lot. I also cry sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, the times where Catholics burned "Number Of The Beast" is over. Music is music. Styles are images used to transmit this music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth: Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, System Of A Down and Evanescence are some of the hardest metal bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality: This one is mostly heard in the 12-14 year old range. The first thing that should be done is asking this question: Are they Metal at all? System was once classified as "Alternative Metal". I don't think they still are, but it's true they're hard. Limp and Linkin are coming straight from the Nu-Metal revolution, yet they both took a huge Mainstream Rock step these last years. Evanescence is the American clone of Italian Goth-Metallers Lacuna Coil. But! Evanescence is Gothic Rock, not Metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arguable classifications of these bands come from logic. The active use of double-pedal and power-chord based riffing is not a sign of Metalness. If you look for the hardest metal bands, go seek some Cannibal Corpse, Deicide, Emperor, Immortal, DarkThrone, Satyricon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(really biased opinion here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth: Metal was and still is an underground and shadowy genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Metallica, Anthrax, Megadeth, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Motorhead, Motley Crue, Twisted Sister, Sonata Arctica, Nightwish, Stratovarius, Dream Theater, Pantera (R.I.P. Dimebag). Underground and shadowy? Yeah right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth: Where does Rammstein belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Rammstein is Industrial. Industrial was always seen as one of the most fucked-up styles ever, because it can't be classified. Yet Rammstein has a lot of supporters in the Metal camp, so I guess they are Metal, but they could easily be Rock as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth: A metal band must have a Double-Bass equipped drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Not really. A double-pedal does the same job. The choice whether the band needs a second bass-drum or not solely belongs the band's drummer. Need examples? In Flames and Soilwork, both major players in the Gothenburg Death Metal genre are double-pedal players. Symphony X, a huge Progressive Metal act is double-pedal-based also. Metallica was double-pedal during the Load/ReLoad/Garage Inc. era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth: Metal is solely sound, there ain't no technicality in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Uh... Dream Theater anyone? Some of the world's most technical musicians are in Metal bands. Metal is actually the musical genre who allows the most technicality because of its large and almost infinite range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few myths, some I think being the most stupid. Yet it's really biased. But I just wanted to do a nice intro to my next articles about Metal genres, which are probably going to clarify very specific myths about things very specific to each genre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112451802292017344?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112451802292017344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112451802292017344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112451802292017344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112451802292017344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/08/metal.html' title='Metal.'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112442176669447898</id><published>2005-08-19T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T11:22:46.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipped Away</title><content type='html'>Why do i always get oppotunites only to let them slip away? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve always wanted a good,wodnerful guitar like a Mick 7 Bc Rich Warlock, or a LTD EC 50.&lt;br /&gt;This guy was selling it cheap,his ltd for 350 and mick 7  for 300. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i ve no money.maybe the 170 i have after selling my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. &lt;br /&gt;anyone care to help me? to give me a hand? hope? encouragement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the torment and the pain&lt;br /&gt;Leaked through the cover in me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need to make it real is one more reason&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do, I dont know what to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112442176669447898?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112442176669447898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112442176669447898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112442176669447898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112442176669447898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/08/slipped-away.html' title='Slipped Away'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112426453055633562</id><published>2005-08-17T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:59:33.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggots</title><content type='html'>today is a day to study at home. No bio for me that's why haha.&lt;br /&gt;OMG i cant believe i have to miss the Slipknot concert. It was great rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some extracts from some of my friends' blogs on their account of the SLIPKNOT concert at fort canning park yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAGGOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Vio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how grandma's and, in particular, grandpas would recall to you in vivid detail something that happened to them like 50 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days that i GUARANFUCKINGTEE will recall in the most vivid of details even when i'm 100 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that tonight, history has been made. Never EVER has there been a show this insane and this wicked on Singapore soil. They say that the last rock concert that was heavy metal was in 1993 when Metallica came here on their world tour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of heaviness... Metallica is a 7 upon 10... and tonight's was a 23 upon 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Slipknot gig was the most amazing gig i have EVER seen... EVER!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy was just completely carnal! All 9 members were headbanging like no fucking tomorrow and its definitely a lot more amazing than it is on DVD. Hairflying... sticks flying... members jumping all over the stage... more coordinated waist-down headbanging... more hairflying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just elaborate on how i actually got to the gig in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see i bought the ticket last minute... and when i mean last minute i really mean at the last fucking minute, right outside the gates from someone i totally didn't know. He won that bloody ticket from some competition on soft.com and i bought that ticket of $60 value for $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad... saved $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise that the ticket said "FREE STANDING".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda confused the ticketing people as they didn't know which colour tag to give me. The price stated $0.00 dollars... and they only knew how to tag according to price. Should have told them i wanted the $150 value one but i got to meet some kids there and decide i needed the company... so i got the $60 tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was early and was right beside the barricade between the $150 and the $60. There was still lotsa space in the $150 pit. I just knew the crowd wouldn't just allow the barricade to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right. Once the first hint of the concert kicking off, the $60 crowd surged inwards and totally broke through the barricade. Me being on the very edge hopped right in and immediately blended into the $150 crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect position. I was only 10m from the stage!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i paid $50... but got a standing space worth $150!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the concert kicked off it was simply unreal... Seeing Joey Jordison on the drums is like getting to fuck Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the songs i wasn't too familiar, which was a good thing so i didn't headbang myself crazy and took the time to really pay attention on stage, and boy do they really know how to put on an intense show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That image of all 9 members pounding their heads to the crushing music is something i will not forget and will be a topic to be brought up again and again for a long long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and to top it all off, they played all my favorite Slipknot songs. Heretic Anthem... People = Shit... Duality... Spit it out... Wait and Bleed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally lost it when they played Heretic. I should be dead by now from a broken neck and severe brain trauma but somehow i survived and found myself still breathing when the song ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot believe i was at a Slipknot gig... this is totally UNREAL! No words can express the surreality that is clouding me yet i can barely think straight since the high is showing no signs of wearing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tshirt was completely soaked... my bermudas were soaked through... my phone is dead from all the jumping and sweat... i've drank 2 liters of fluids since the gig ended and i'm still thirsty... and i'm an extremely happy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch all the photos in The Straits Times Life! section on thursday... i stuck out my tongue for the camera man and maybe it'll come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Metalella_eh&lt;br /&gt;it was insane. totally insane. SlipKnoT's concert was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the venue. tons of people were there. went it's time to go in. total chaos erupted. made way to the gate. a car came in WITH SID IN IT! he was video taping everything. i recognised him through his transformers tattoo on his hand. after that, went in. booked the best place. we were upfront and upclose. after like an hour and a half of wait, Prelude 3.0 started blasting through the amps. but it went off due to technical difficulties. after a short while everything's back up. Prelude 3.0 came up again! when it's nearing the end of the song, that's when the members started coming in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick came in soaking wet! the crowds were high, everything just turned into complete chaos. shan't go into the details. while stopping in between songs, corey spoke to us. he call us to take care of the people around us as we are all of one, and we are here for the music. he told us that nothing's going to stop them from playing tonight because there's 2 things that's pushing them through which is the music and US the maggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SlipKnot did change their mask but they never go UNMASKED. it's the DEATH MASK that is when they play for Vermillion. i've been seeing people typing 'they go unmasked' on the forums. *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can remember clearly, during one of the songs, shawn threw the baseball bat over joey to the backstage. joey was looking at the baseball bat flying over him while playing. think he feared that the baseball bat will hit him. and while playing pulse of the maggots, sid actually worn out and started lying on the ground while chris points at sid with his mic as the crowd shout 'we won't die'. sid and clown actually brawled like the old times and sid dragged clown to his percussions and started brawling on the percussion. damn its hell up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few songs, the band stopped again and that's when corey started to be cocky and such.&lt;br /&gt;'is it hot out there? are you guys fucking hot? *sprays water* it's damn comfortable up on the stage right here'&lt;br /&gt;everything just went on as usual. the band actually gave us more than we should get. i've come to realise they did 2 more songs than the usual 15 that they always do.&lt;br /&gt;let's see the song listing -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the blister exist&lt;br /&gt;2. (sic)&lt;br /&gt;3. before i forget&lt;br /&gt;*i can't remember the sequence already so i will go by the albums* *grins*&lt;br /&gt;4. eyeless&lt;br /&gt;5. wait and bleed&lt;br /&gt;6. surfacin'&lt;br /&gt;7. spit it out&lt;br /&gt;8. eeyore&lt;br /&gt;9. people = shit&lt;br /&gt;10. disasterpieces&lt;br /&gt;11. everything ends&lt;br /&gt;12. heretic anthem&lt;br /&gt;13. left behind&lt;br /&gt;14. purity&lt;br /&gt;15. duality&lt;br /&gt;16. vermillion&lt;br /&gt;17. pulse of the maggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. they indeed add 2 more songs to the usual 15 songs they did normally. we maggots here in singapore are very LUCKY. SLIPKNOT, i have a new found respect for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;for pictures of the gig, refer to www.soft.com.sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is certainly one night i'm going to remember for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112426453055633562?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112426453055633562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112426453055633562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112426453055633562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112426453055633562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/08/maggots.html' title='Maggots'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112417959795127987</id><published>2005-08-16T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:07:08.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Blood Cells</title><content type='html'>Fall is here, hear the yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school, ring the bell&lt;br /&gt;brand new shoes, walking blues&lt;br /&gt;climb the fence, books and pens&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that were going to be friends&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me, Suzy Lee&lt;br /&gt;through the park and by the tree&lt;br /&gt;we will rest upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;and look at all the bugs we found&lt;br /&gt;then safely walk to school&lt;br /&gt;without a sound&lt;br /&gt;Well here we are, no one else&lt;br /&gt;we walked to school all by ourselves&lt;br /&gt;theres dirt on our uniforms&lt;br /&gt;from chasing all the ants and worms&lt;br /&gt;we clean up and now its time to learn&lt;br /&gt;Numbers, letters, learn to spell&lt;br /&gt;nouns, and books, and show and tell&lt;br /&gt;at playtime we will throw the ball&lt;br /&gt;back to class, through the hall&lt;br /&gt;teacher marks our height&lt;br /&gt;against the wall&lt;br /&gt;And we dont notice any time pass&lt;br /&gt;we dont notice anything&lt;br /&gt;we sit side by side in every class&lt;br /&gt;teacher thinks that I sound funny&lt;br /&gt;but she likes the way you sing&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Ill dream while in my bed&lt;br /&gt;when silly thoughts go through my head&lt;br /&gt;about the bugs and alphabet&lt;br /&gt;and when I wake tomorrow Ill bet&lt;br /&gt;that you and I will walk together again&lt;br /&gt;cause I can tell that were going to be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112417959795127987?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112417959795127987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112417959795127987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112417959795127987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112417959795127987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/08/white-blood-cells.html' title='White Blood Cells'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112408977276317985</id><published>2005-08-15T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:09:32.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some kind of monster , St. Anger</title><content type='html'>well well&lt;br /&gt;today is the first day of the prelims.&lt;br /&gt;the first day of a one month agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i ? i asked myself during the middle of the english paper 2&lt;br /&gt;i am ,&lt;br /&gt;some kind of monster?&lt;br /&gt;hero of the day?&lt;br /&gt;harvester of sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;st. anger?&lt;br /&gt;the unforgiven?&lt;br /&gt;master of puppets?&lt;br /&gt;king nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none i wud say.&lt;br /&gt;i am a nobody.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is ugly and useless, they say&lt;br /&gt;bud sadly i am nobody.&lt;br /&gt;that is my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible kid&lt;br /&gt;Never see what he did&lt;br /&gt;Got stuck where he hid&lt;br /&gt;Fallen through the grid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible kid&lt;br /&gt;Got a place of his own&lt;br /&gt;Where he'll never be known&lt;br /&gt;Inward he's grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible kid&lt;br /&gt;Locked away in his brain&lt;br /&gt;From the shame ant the pain&lt;br /&gt;World down the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible kid&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious of your touch&lt;br /&gt;Don't want no crutch&lt;br /&gt;But it's all too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hide inside&lt;br /&gt;I hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;I hide inside, but I'll show you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm OK, just go away&lt;br /&gt;Into distance let me fade&lt;br /&gt;I'm OK, just go away&lt;br /&gt;I'm OK, but please don't stray too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm beating right here&lt;br /&gt;Open your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm being right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm beating right here&lt;br /&gt;Open your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm being right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, what a good boy you are&lt;br /&gt;Out of the way and you're kept to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, can't you see that he's not here&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want the attention you give&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Unplugging from it all&lt;br /&gt;Invisible kid floats alone in his room&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, what a quiet boy you are&lt;br /&gt;He looks so calm floating 'round and around in himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the eyes that can't see me&lt;br /&gt;These are the hands that drop your trust&lt;br /&gt;These are the boots that kick you around&lt;br /&gt;This is the tongue that speaks on the inside&lt;br /&gt;These are the ears that ring with hate&lt;br /&gt;This is the face that'll never change&lt;br /&gt;This is the fist that grinds you down&lt;br /&gt;This is the voice of silence no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the legs in circles run&lt;br /&gt;This is the beating you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;These are the lips that taste no freedom&lt;br /&gt;This is the feel that's not so safe&lt;br /&gt;This is the face you'll never change&lt;br /&gt;This is the god that ain't so pure&lt;br /&gt;This is the god that is not pure&lt;br /&gt;This is the voice of silence no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the people&lt;br /&gt;Are we the people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of monster&lt;br /&gt;The monster lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the face that stones you cold&lt;br /&gt;This is the moment that needs to breathe&lt;br /&gt;These are the claws that scratch these wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cloud that swallows trust&lt;br /&gt;This is the black that uncolors us&lt;br /&gt;This is the face that you hide from&lt;br /&gt;This is the mask that comes undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the monster lives&lt;br /&gt;`soda pauper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112408977276317985?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112408977276317985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112408977276317985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112408977276317985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112408977276317985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-kind-of-monster-st-anger.html' title='Some kind of monster , St. Anger'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112391867828602871</id><published>2005-08-13T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T15:37:58.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Whom The Bell Tolls</title><content type='html'>godammit got a c5 for chinese. fuck . fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta retake. better chance of a b3. hope.hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m certainly gone crazy. muah. i need my momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, JANIS had the same results as me...hahaha exactly the same..c5 for written, P for oral which means pass aka sucky. heheh. most of us arent 'chinese' anyway. haha. prelims' on monday. sure fail. still muz mug. i hope voldemort comes kill me soon, cause i am a mugger. lame. erm yeah thanks to all ur 'good lucks' .shine on me o lady luck! nvm i bet she's deaf.&lt;br /&gt;anyway good luck (again!) to all who are having prelims soon. i wonder why i bother to say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;i hear the bell tolling.&lt;br /&gt;but for whom the bell tolls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the SAF reservists of course. Newspaper report say the years for reservists has been shortened. The Hsien Lang really good at making benefical polices. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make his fight on the hill in the early days&lt;br /&gt;Constant chill deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey&lt;br /&gt;On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say?&lt;br /&gt;For a hill men would kill, why? they do not know&lt;br /&gt;Suffered wounds test there their pride&lt;br /&gt;Men of five, still alive through the raging glow&lt;br /&gt;Gone insane from the pain that they surely know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;For whom the bell tolls&lt;br /&gt;Time marches on&lt;br /&gt;For whom the bell tolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Take a look to the sky just before you die&lt;br /&gt;It is the last time you will&lt;br /&gt;Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky&lt;br /&gt;Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry&lt;br /&gt;Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery&lt;br /&gt;He hears the silence so loud&lt;br /&gt;Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be&lt;br /&gt;Now they will see what will be, blinded eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXIT LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;ENTER NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;TAKE MY HAND&lt;br /&gt;WE' RE OFF TO NEVER NEVER LAND&lt;br /&gt;`sodapauper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112391867828602871?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112391867828602871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112391867828602871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112391867828602871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112391867828602871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-whom-bell-tolls.html' title='For Whom The Bell Tolls'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112356406320121729</id><published>2005-08-09T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:41:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Me and Nothing Else Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Time and tide waits for no man. No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but I know&lt;br /&gt;never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;all these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;every day for us something new&lt;br /&gt;open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sentosa yesterday with jerome, mike, alph , deidre and her bro david.&lt;br /&gt;spent the time there playing beach soccer and swimming in the stupid salty sea. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;today is suppose to be national day, but fuck this nation anyway.&lt;br /&gt;useless shit crap of a country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and I know&lt;br /&gt;so close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;no nothing else matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Big Me by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I talk about it&lt;br /&gt;it carries on&lt;br /&gt;reasons only knew&lt;br /&gt;when I talk about it&lt;br /&gt;aries or treasons&lt;br /&gt;all renew&lt;br /&gt;big me to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I could stand to prove&lt;br /&gt;if we can get around it&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;when I talked about it&lt;br /&gt;carried on&lt;br /&gt;reasons only knew&lt;br /&gt;but it's you I fell into&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I talked about it&lt;br /&gt;put it on&lt;br /&gt;never was it true&lt;br /&gt;but it's you i fell into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wiL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112356406320121729?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112356406320121729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112356406320121729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112356406320121729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112356406320121729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/08/big-me-and-nothing-else-matters.html' title='Big Me and Nothing Else Matters'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112316708432549483</id><published>2005-08-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:51:24.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many special people change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; Oasis&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Album:&lt;/b&gt; (What's The Story) Morning Glory&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Champagne Supernova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How many special people change?&lt;br /&gt;How many lives are living strange?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you while we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walking down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Faster than a cannonball&lt;br /&gt;Where were you while we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova&lt;br /&gt;A champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Wake up the dawn and ask her why&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer dreams, she never dies&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that tear away now from your eye&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walking down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Faster than a cannonball&lt;br /&gt;Where were you while we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova&lt;br /&gt;A champagne supernova&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz we don't believe&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna get away from the summer&lt;br /&gt;But you and I will never die&lt;br /&gt;The world's still spinning around we don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Why-why-why-why-i-i&lt;br /&gt;(guitar solo)&lt;br /&gt;How many special people change?&lt;br /&gt;How many lives are living strange?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you while we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walking down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Faster than a cannonball&lt;br /&gt;Where were you while we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova&lt;br /&gt;A champagne supernova&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz we don't believe&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna get away from the summer&lt;br /&gt;But you and I will never die&lt;br /&gt;The world's still spinning around we don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Why-why-why-why-i-i&lt;br /&gt;(a really long guitar solo)&lt;br /&gt;(background - sounds)&lt;br /&gt;(birds chirping)&lt;br /&gt;(more guitar)&lt;br /&gt;How many special people change?&lt;br /&gt;How many lives are living strange?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you while we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;We were getting high&lt;br /&gt;(Fades out )&lt;br /&gt;(Song gets really quiet, fades to a peaceful guitar solo.)&lt;br /&gt;(Slow drum cadence behind a long held note with a peaceful pitch.)&lt;br /&gt;(Last guitar solo behind the long note.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112316708432549483?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112316708432549483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112316708432549483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112316708432549483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112316708432549483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-many-special-people-change.html' title='How many special people change?'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112289230012616567</id><published>2005-08-01T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:31:40.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mate Feed Kill Repeat</title><content type='html'>What can i say?&lt;br /&gt;People = Shit&lt;br /&gt;see if you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. more rumors abt the recent tragedy of Ms.Leong. wun say much.&lt;br /&gt;been very enthu abt bc rich guitars these days. still pindering whether i shld 'trade' my strat for the TGM warlock? i duno. i ned answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, Nu-metal rocks! Nu-metal is much better than what death metal, balck metal and all tat kind of genres.&lt;br /&gt;cant stand anti-christs and satanists. there's just something wrong abt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. wrote a song juz now. it just suddenly came to me. haha. i tink i wud call it 'Black day'. hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps. its exclusive . xP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ae alot of idea thiefs around the net hahaha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    peace,&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                   Noodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112289230012616567?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112289230012616567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112289230012616567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112289230012616567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112289230012616567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/08/mate-feed-kill-repeat.html' title='Mate Feed Kill Repeat'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112261502665945515</id><published>2005-07-29T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:30:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPECT</title><content type='html'>We remember how You loved us to your death&lt;br /&gt;And still we celebrate for You are with us here&lt;br /&gt;And we believe that we will see you&lt;br /&gt;When You come, In Your glory Lord&lt;br /&gt;We remember, we celebrate, we believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it goes against the way i am&lt;br /&gt;To put my human nature down&lt;br /&gt;And let the spirit take control of all i do&lt;br /&gt;Cause when those trials come my human nature&lt;br /&gt;Shouts the things to do&lt;br /&gt;And God's soft prompting can be easily ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is Founder's Day in skool , no lessons yeah!&lt;br /&gt;bud we had mass instead. had a feeling not to sit with the catholic boys as i should have haha...so i sat with my own klass. How i hate those non-catholics..Father P. Zhang, unless us is not english educated. He learnt it thru hard work and because it was not as fluent, THE MARISTS laughed. They CURSED, they SWORE, they JOKE , they SLEPT. MUTHAFUCKERS God damn you ungreatful bastards. Dun ask me why i 'dao' you. Who asked you fuckers to be deaf...assholes. Kan Lan ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...now we know how Ms Leong passed away. Quite sad actually.The mass went on well...although year 2001's Founder's Day mass was the best. haha. Sam Wong , Lucas , Joel, Jude...basically the whole music 'ministers' of MSHS. KUDOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well nth much today.mum finally talked to me.cool.i love my mum.&lt;br /&gt;contradictory i know. bud i dounch care ~leh&lt;br /&gt;lol. laters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;   -noodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112261502665945515?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112261502665945515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112261502665945515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112261502665945515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112261502665945515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/07/respect.html' title='RESPECT'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112255576203121498</id><published>2005-07-28T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:02:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::emotional::</title><content type='html'>Oh where oh where could my lord be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning our skool teachers were called for an 'short' meeting.&lt;br /&gt;We all tot it was normal...until a rumor spread that Ms Serene Leong had commited suicide. Nobody believed it. CTS aka the old man confirmed it. She 'passed' away, but the reason is strictly to be kept confidental. Harry was super paranoid...giving us stupid conculsions on why she died. -.-" I wun not say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is after all a staunch catholic, a friendly teacher who actually agreed to take photo wif us , 3K during last year's Sports Day. What can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at 7.30pm after tuition wif Fabian and his fren Bryan, as well as tis gurl frm Whitley Secondary...didnt catch her name though...looks familar to me..apparently a fren of tat tart Renfu. Studied at Mos Burger at TP for abt 2 hrs....went home to see parent's black face. Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth been aching these few days , due to that Dr. A T who put some restrainer thingie and hurt my gums.She actually nt that bad lar..quite cute and very caring person haha. She keep coaxing me and comforting me ....todl me it is really uncomfortable and i have to bear wif it for a while. Guess cant really blame her bah...haha xD. &lt;br /&gt;Cudnt eat proper food for like so many days....then that Fucked up bitch who is my mum continued ignorning and complaining abt me behind my back.Tonight she said i dun eat because i dun like her food, so i todl my dad abt my gums. He then helped my mum....said she was telling hi mto leave the last piece of siew mai for me...yeah I BELIEVE..........&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i hope for stratocaster to find a buyer, for love, for peace and for the most important thing &lt;br /&gt;to have less people dying.&lt;br /&gt;Peace , &lt;br /&gt;- Noodle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112255576203121498?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112255576203121498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112255576203121498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112255576203121498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112255576203121498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/2005/07/emotional.html' title='::emotional::'/><author><name>wiL (#17)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589305885077257206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14717725.post-112245574809283636</id><published>2005-07-27T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:15:48.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Kiss</title><content type='html'>harlow? harlow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so life's been so stressful these days, and as usual things becoming very flaky.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought maybe i should just give this a new layout. Kinda liked this as this shows my personality, split or not split. I thinks it's a fake. What do you think haha...&lt;br /&gt;been checking up on several cool guitars on the web and collecting their pics, can't beileve how cool they are. Anyway hope to get a buyer for my strat soon, and hopefully fuifill my dream of owning a Warlock or Iceman. haha if you din understand what are those, they are guitar models/shapes as u call it. haha. wonder what does TGM stands for anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mum arent talking to me anymore , locks herself in her room. Is she weird or am i weird? both maybe. I really hate her saying "oh u are nt even my son!" ...cmon , end it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner.It's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That there's nobody out there it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That I'm all alone." - Red Hot Chili Peppers's Under The Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the song goes , that's how i felt everyday....sort of ~la xP&lt;br /&gt;Definitely nt the part abt i dun have a partner....that i dun care ~lo &lt;br /&gt;bud it feels so empty at home. Music is my companion, bud my mum is depraving me of it. My dad loves to act dumb and stupid , as well as curse and swear. Crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now basically been trying to borrow more music albums from those rich classmates of mine, not having to spent another 19-23 bucks juz to buy them. I appreciate my good neighbour Jasper's help and advice for learning the guitar, as well as lending me his music albums haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i was a kid, when my parents doted on me more than i could imagine. But things have changed now.I am a ruined man , my dad shouted back the other time i asked for 15 bucks for participaing in the ironkid biathlon. Man, God , heaven , Hell...&lt;br /&gt;save me . 10 pts for being rebellion? No way man. I still wanna live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well up til now nobody has solved my *cleverly carefully* invented anagram. It depicts something i have always wished to say but never had the chance to. Sometimes I feel so alone. Now i wud give my guitar to whoever can solve my anagram *devilish sniggering* . Now who can solve the "mr #17's noodle code" hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's all for now. one of the longest and most truthful posts i have made since my first entry at my old old *requirem-* blog haha. &lt;br /&gt;Ciao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wil noodle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112245574809283636?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112245574809283636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112245574809283636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112245574809283636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;and i m okay tonight&lt;br /&gt;its time that change you&lt;br /&gt;in case you know&lt;br /&gt;we will always be here&lt;br /&gt;for you for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I&lt;br /&gt;chose the road to change&lt;br /&gt;life like in summer&lt;br /&gt;i wish i know&lt;br /&gt;my life my hope my dreams&lt;br /&gt;my summer&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet child of mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112211058546407464?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112211058546407464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112211058546407464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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trip.&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;All of this ,&lt;br /&gt;And I ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way ,&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I could live for.&lt;br /&gt;Between each smile ,&lt;br /&gt;There's a tear in your eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14717725-112202564740490846?l=sodapauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sodapauper.blogspot.com/feeds/112202564740490846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14717725&amp;postID=112202564740490846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14717725/posts/default/112202564740490846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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