<?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-2290498211298999856</id><updated>2011-10-17T21:26:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bedroom acoustic</title><subtitle type='html'>It's never too late to start anew. 

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Causeway Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;300410 - MCYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;230510 - CHIJ Toa Payoh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;130610 - Hwi Yoh CC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;200610 - Lompang Road Link House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;260610 - Causeway Point (Avenue Six)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;270610 - First Toa Payoh Secondary School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;270610 - Mayflower Mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;030710 - North Spring Primary School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;040710 - Sengkang Swimming Complex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;110710 - Bukit Batok Swimming Complex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;170710 - Henderson Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;310710 - East Point Mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;070810 - Tampines Central Park&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/2290498211298999856-7981002741590082399?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7981002741590082399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=7981002741590082399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7981002741590082399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7981002741590082399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/05/upcoming-performances-150410-causeway.html' title=''/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-5894145156532523424</id><published>2010-04-29T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:35:45.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Classroom Song</title><content type='html'>We're shaping our own future&lt;div&gt;And we are here to learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are here to learn from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if everything's against us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will make it through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the cracks we'll make it through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take this opportunity to shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're made of something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take this opportunity to shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're waiting for something right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for something right yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for something right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for something bright yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you lead us once again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause we remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How you used to make a stand and make a statement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We understand, we understand, we understand and we know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We understand, we know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-5894145156532523424?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/5894145156532523424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=5894145156532523424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5894145156532523424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5894145156532523424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/04/classroom-song.html' title='The Classroom Song'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-107101425618102045</id><published>2010-04-12T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:11:06.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>When I first knew you, you were such an easy-going, grounded person. Now you are nothing but a dignified, stuck up b*tch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-107101425618102045?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/107101425618102045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=107101425618102045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/107101425618102045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/107101425618102045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/04/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-5200077787945412463</id><published>2010-04-03T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:48:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift from Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ebddb5e3e8096a75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Debddb5e3e8096a75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330151227%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F6FD0A650D563DA2D18A3255745C3E49C17B9FC.5228296AD141996B0E32D63913618B17EA0B3241%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Debddb5e3e8096a75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0nJ3LCDOIGKMd6ZZqw0nvX_5IEU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Debddb5e3e8096a75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330151227%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F6FD0A650D563DA2D18A3255745C3E49C17B9FC.5228296AD141996B0E32D63913618B17EA0B3241%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Debddb5e3e8096a75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0nJ3LCDOIGKMd6ZZqw0nvX_5IEU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I got a gift from heaven without the angel wings.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she smiles, when she smiles, she smiles just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a gift from heaven nicely wrapped in pink.&lt;br /&gt;When she cries, when she cries, she cries just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip the page yeah, it's all about you.&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing this song now, it's all about you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah don't be afraid, don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone, you're not alone when I am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a million sunsets but nothing seems as bright.&lt;br /&gt;When you crawl, when you crawl, you crawl in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a gift from heaven - the cure to my pain.&lt;br /&gt;She smiles, yeah she smells, she smells just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-5200077787945412463?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/5200077787945412463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=5200077787945412463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5200077787945412463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5200077787945412463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/04/gift-from-heaven.html' title='Gift from Heaven'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-2216404530868141446</id><published>2010-03-28T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:12:52.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;A song about repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more about your plans&lt;br /&gt;For awhile I was out of faith&lt;br /&gt;Situation's out of hand&lt;br /&gt;And all I did was hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for my life's survival&lt;br /&gt;Cut my tongue for heaven's sake&lt;br /&gt;Kicked me out of my addiction&lt;br /&gt;And I will never break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm down, down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;And I'm down, down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;And I need, I need y&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;ou to be there for me&lt;br /&gt;I need you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid of my reflections&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I've sinned with these blood-stained hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take away all my faults and weakness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fill me up with strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gAD5yetbgZw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gAD5yetbgZw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-2216404530868141446?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/2216404530868141446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=2216404530868141446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2216404530868141446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2216404530868141446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-my-knees.html' title='On My Knees'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-6086626700355086844</id><published>2010-02-08T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:10:49.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie</title><content type='html'>Dark clouds hang above my head&lt;div&gt;And then my eyes burn, and all I see is red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know my heart is turning cold, and I need someone to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not you. It's not you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? I've thrown away your letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I throw the dice, I think you're out of luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And out of reach and out of hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you need someone to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not me. It's not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretend that I'm not leaving, then I turn my back away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really care how you feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me how to live and tell a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos I look much stronger than I ever seem inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dying, I'm dying to see you broken and I wanna see you weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't give a damn how you feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me how to leave and live a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos I look much stronger than I ever seem inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dying, I'm dying when you're broken but it's getting hard to fix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still give a damn how it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-6086626700355086844?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/6086626700355086844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=6086626700355086844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6086626700355086844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6086626700355086844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/02/dark-clouds-hang-above-my-head-and-then.html' title='Lie'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-8649376772173725842</id><published>2010-02-06T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:35:29.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything i see/know is just so typical of you.. i'm not surprised it will turn out this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-8649376772173725842?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/8649376772173725842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=8649376772173725842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8649376772173725842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8649376772173725842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/02/everything-i-seeknow-is-just-so-typical.html' title=''/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-7743303400626620530</id><published>2010-01-25T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:52:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song So You</title><content type='html'>Hey baby, how are you?&lt;div&gt;Did you get up on the wrong side of your bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quit playing with your cellphone and don't complain your battery's dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you're too engrossed with Facebook and you're blogging far too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm afraid if I knock it off your head, you won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't remember me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey baby, don't bite me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you remind me of your dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when you're jealous, so full of angst when you are mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say I'm too obsessed with how I look and I'm eating far too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm afraid if I knock it off your head, you won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't remember me.&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/2290498211298999856-7743303400626620530?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7743303400626620530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=7743303400626620530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7743303400626620530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7743303400626620530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-so-you.html' title='A Song So You'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-6406368394371023153</id><published>2010-01-24T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:14:54.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit.. How Cute..</title><content type='html'>It's cute the way you hate me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how you're so full of angst against everything, there's probably nothing left to hate but me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you sit behind your laptop, waiting for things to happen but nothing ever really gets done. How you're so engrossed in all the things you can't have that you forgot all about what we're left with..&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/2290498211298999856-6406368394371023153?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/6406368394371023153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=6406368394371023153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6406368394371023153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6406368394371023153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/01/dammit-how-cute.html' title='Dammit.. How Cute..'/><author><name>nj</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-378310885520754567</id><published>2010-01-21T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:23:23.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-378310885520754567?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/378310885520754567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=378310885520754567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/378310885520754567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/378310885520754567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-6414107166291363589</id><published>2010-01-12T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:41:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefly</title><content type='html'>Firefly, you're burning brightly in the dark blue sky.&lt;div&gt;Let's hide away, children singing underneath the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see me from over there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you feel the pain that I'm trying to bear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I died in your arms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well find a way. Find a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see me in your dreams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more love songs or ones that heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I'm still bleeding but I'm trying hard to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firefly, once again you're just a tiny spark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long ago, you light the streets with little rays of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see me from over there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you feel the pain that I'm trying to bear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I died in your arms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well find a way. Find a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see me in your dreams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more love songs or ones that heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I'm still bleeding but I'm trying hard to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel right here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see me in your dreams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more love songs or ones that heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I'm still right here but I don't know how to give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm still right here.&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/2290498211298999856-6414107166291363589?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/6414107166291363589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=6414107166291363589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6414107166291363589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6414107166291363589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/01/firefly.html' title='Firefly'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-2888848458653054811</id><published>2010-01-08T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:13:32.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL LIKE SHIT. AND I NEED TO VOMIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-2888848458653054811?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/2888848458653054811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=2888848458653054811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2888848458653054811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2888848458653054811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-3110365939286854883</id><published>2009-11-15T07:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T04:04:48.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have nightmares each time you do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-3110365939286854883?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/3110365939286854883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=3110365939286854883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3110365939286854883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3110365939286854883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-nightmares-each-time-you-do-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-2887952489051772753</id><published>2009-11-03T15:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:39:45.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan</title><content type='html'>I'm breathing softly.&lt;div&gt;Once again, I'm heading for the kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You whisper to me through the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm made of courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look inside. A man of hate and steel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel you in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I melted under the sun, will you change the weather? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They'll be the victims if I can't hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one we are not the same as everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf0c555ff0aca615" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=2887952489051772753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2887952489051772753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2887952489051772753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/11/logan.html' title='Logan'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-7863154493532499458</id><published>2009-11-02T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:18:05.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't do much from where I am.&lt;div&gt;And I'm sorry I can't give you as much support as I wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope all is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope it rains tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-7863154493532499458?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7863154493532499458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=7863154493532499458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7863154493532499458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7863154493532499458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-do-much-from-where-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-5543818919086233461</id><published>2009-10-29T13:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:16:22.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero for a Day</title><content type='html'>Stop staring at me cause it hurts to see you go.&lt;div&gt;But we didn't even say goodbye on the day you left me crashing down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember? How I used to make you whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you see I'm bent and broken now and my hands are turning cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're made of glass, a million pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hundred miles is all we need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could save you, I would be anywhere but here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could see you for one more day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could save you, I would do anything for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could see you for one more day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be your hero for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barely surviving, you don't even think it's fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I still holding on to you? I don't know if you still care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's seize the moment, let's just run away and hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said, "Baby come and rescue me. You don't even have to try."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-5543818919086233461?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/5543818919086233461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=5543818919086233461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5543818919086233461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5543818919086233461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/10/hero-for-day.html' title='Hero for a Day'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-4031604871025272782</id><published>2009-10-25T07:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:21:53.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another English Lesson.</title><content type='html'>We could be so much more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could have been so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the difference between these two sentences?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: While the first sentence suggests potential, hope or possibility, the second sentence is retrospective - focusing on how much could actually have been achieved, acquired or built should certain conditions are met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half a year has passed and I'm still hanging on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half a year has passed and I'm still holding on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half a year has passed and I'm still clinging on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the difference between these three?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-4031604871025272782?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/4031604871025272782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=4031604871025272782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4031604871025272782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4031604871025272782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-english-lesson.html' title='Another English Lesson.'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-7632045833383525494</id><published>2009-10-24T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:51:17.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies and Cream.</title><content type='html'>Why are you acting like an idiot?&lt;div&gt;You're like drugs. You messed me up but I keep coming back for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why are old aunties staring at me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-7632045833383525494?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7632045833383525494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=7632045833383525494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7632045833383525494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7632045833383525494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/10/cookies-and-cream.html' title='Cookies and Cream.'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-7335208405000659903</id><published>2009-10-20T19:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:16:06.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An English Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Active Vs. Passive Sentence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. N is teaching Jessica Lee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica Lee is being taught by Mr. N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you rather be Mr. N or Jessica?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*taught in the 2nd sentence is not to be confused with the simple-past tense of 'teach'. It is a participle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-7335208405000659903?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7335208405000659903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=7335208405000659903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7335208405000659903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7335208405000659903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-lesson.html' title='An English Lesson'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-2804276855269350941</id><published>2009-10-17T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:32:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soliloquy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i see how i serve no purpose in your life anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's been three months. how time flies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i freaking miss you and no matter who i am with, it doesn't feel the same as when i'm with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what do you expect me to do? you pulled the trigger, and both of us paid the price. well, in different terms of course. life goes on for you pretty much in a straight line i suppose but for me it's gonna be an uphill task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i've been on an adventure, for the past three months. something  never thought  would discover in myself. i'm actually stronger than i thought but at the same time, i learnt how weak i am too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but i whine much less baby. much less than I was with you. strangely, i miss the complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my gooberest friend told me the other day that you lost someone who made a difference in your life. i realised just how we could have been so much more if only i settled for something less, and if only you had compromised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we made our decisions and it seems there's really no turning back, is there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i wanna be in your life if it still matters but i really don't know how. i've never moved on baby and she knows how i feel about you. she knows how much I want you. everyone knows how much you mean to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you make my veins pop with your nonsense and all the gay shit which you give me every month we were together. i didn't even make it to the stage to let you see me up there the second time. you know how i could make people smile but you took that away. i don't get that anymore, and you won't either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but it's never about that actually. you give me the comfort which i sorely miss right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-2804276855269350941?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/2804276855269350941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=2804276855269350941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2804276855269350941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2804276855269350941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-see-how-i-serve-no-purpose-in-your.html' title='My Soliloquy'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-8427172370732980040</id><published>2009-10-15T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:58:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undoubtedly</title><content type='html'>Sing my song tonight, the melody's made for you.&lt;div&gt;Remember how long it took, remember this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're never too weak or too small, so let me just let you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you're more than who you are, that you're more than you can see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll catch you and catch you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take me into your arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know our faults, see our strengths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you be there for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though it hurts deep inside, I just don't wanna hide away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0sD7BytVvy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-8427172370732980040?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/8427172370732980040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=8427172370732980040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8427172370732980040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8427172370732980040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/10/undoubtedly.html' title='Undoubtedly'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-8173308815479743484</id><published>2009-10-10T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:08:15.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you look happy..&lt;div&gt;and I'm happy for you though I can't be happy with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-8173308815479743484?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/8173308815479743484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=8173308815479743484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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I'm on the bus and I feel really dizzy. Now why am I blogging now? Simple - I need to be distracted from the stale air of this vehicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left home earlier than usual to deliver cakes to my customer. It was not a good journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then rushed to work. I haven't eaten since last night's Fillet O' Fish and McFlurry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, it could only get better. It rained really heavily on the way to the academy. My kids ended up drenched from head to toe and so was I, but it was good bonding drying ourselves up at the restroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm falling ill. But I really can't afford to. I have people to teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3Mt_WyaoI/AAAAAAAAADM/zJk06c0zPQ8/s320/08102009319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390189419505543810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Another teacher caught and scolded a student for scribbling on the attendance book and then came up to complain to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I almost broke into a smile but cleverly concealed it with my raised brows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Hmm.. What do you expect me to do? Get angry? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I guess this is all the affirmation I need for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The rest is for keeps. I'm glad I can put a smile on peoples' faces, regardless of where they come from and regardless of what I do - even if it makes me look dumb sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3Tgrgb3vI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h5UtBp4Ikgo/s1600-h/08102009323.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3Tgrgb3vI/AAAAAAAAAD0/h5UtBp4Ikgo/s320/08102009323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390196887420395250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3TgIPzFCI/AAAAAAAAADs/fAf26KnQGc4/s1600-h/08102009321.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3TgIPzFCI/AAAAAAAAADs/fAf26KnQGc4/s320/08102009321.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390196877955372066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3TfkwMbDI/AAAAAAAAADk/27GwnY0TDUY/s1600-h/30092009294.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3TfkwMbDI/AAAAAAAAADk/27GwnY0TDUY/s320/30092009294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390196868427574322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3TfGvYrhI/AAAAAAAAADc/J1I1EWFW_w0/s1600-h/05102009303.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3TfGvYrhI/AAAAAAAAADc/J1I1EWFW_w0/s320/05102009303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390196860371119634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3TevpRGyI/AAAAAAAAADU/t5joYzeGTKs/s320/03102009296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390196854171441954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-9104624857834361792?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/9104624857834361792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=9104624857834361792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/9104624857834361792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/9104624857834361792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/10/ssn.html' title='Seon-Saeng-Nim'/><author><name>nj</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/_Dtql4lrUVuc/Ss3Mt_WyaoI/AAAAAAAAADM/zJk06c0zPQ8/s72-c/08102009319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-2757881777924736063</id><published>2009-10-05T09:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:54:11.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels like eternity since you've been here with me.&lt;div&gt;Hey girl, just smile and you'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tried to picture me. I can't draw to save me life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know that I'll paint you with my songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know it's not easy to love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know we haven't even tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But baby you know exactly what our love can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I am torn to pieces, or even when you're not by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will keep coming back, keep coming back to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-2757881777924736063?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/2757881777924736063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=2757881777924736063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2757881777924736063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2757881777924736063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-feels-like-eternity-since-youve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-8981265231855049410</id><published>2009-10-01T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:16:50.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time.&lt;div&gt;We all wish for more of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some spend it fruitfully, others do not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you had three days to live, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) Spend it with loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) Work to earn your last dollar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c)  Pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d) Facebook. (wtf?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 2212, and I just got off work and now thinking of going back to bake as I've more orders coming in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised how dependent I am. I have an entire bottle of water in my bag, left untouched. I actually need people to remind me to drink and eat. But I've no one to do that for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-8981265231855049410?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/8981265231855049410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=8981265231855049410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8981265231855049410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8981265231855049410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-4297566325145275165</id><published>2009-09-29T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:06:40.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'O' Levels</title><content type='html'>Not the right place to post, but here goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English Language Tuition - $40/hr per student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group Tuition Negotiable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social Studies - $40/hr per student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group Tuition Negotiable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only available on weekends Saturday (2pm onwards) and Sunday (2pm onwards) cos I'm totally booked on weekdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be available on weekdays from 15th October onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't work miracles but I can help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-4297566325145275165?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/4297566325145275165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=4297566325145275165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4297566325145275165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4297566325145275165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-level.html' title='&apos;O&apos; Levels'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-5428506028833965189</id><published>2009-09-28T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:43:09.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goober Butter and Jelly Sandwich.</title><content type='html'>The list below is non-exhaustive. Replace *goober* with expletives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons in life:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) People only remember you if they choose to do so, or if they still give a shit about you. If they don't, then goober move on because they have probably done so before you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) People are nice to you when they need your assistance, or because they think you can benefit them. If you are not of any use anymore, then they will tell you to goober off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Time. Love. Affection. Etc. Etc. Never give too much of this to a single person - because the moment they goober off, you will feel like goober.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Learn how to stand on your own two feet. Because at the end of the day, you have your own goober to clear. Do It Yourself. There is no such thing as a gooberest friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.. I think I'm just so mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted that I feel like shit everyday without realising. I'm too caught up faking my smile that even if it's plastic, it actually seems real. Somehow I'm picking up more random, small conversations with people I don't know on the bus or train than engaging in deep, intellectual discussions with people close to me. Call me superficial, but honestly I've risked too much of my heart and mind to even think of giving more of me to anyone ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess it's OK because this is life and even if I'm at my breaking point, I am still not broken. You can't kill the dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2290498211298999856-5428506028833965189?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/5428506028833965189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=5428506028833965189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5428506028833965189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5428506028833965189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/09/goober-butter-and-jelly-sandwich.html' title='Goober Butter and Jelly Sandwich.'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-1989878268047500469</id><published>2009-09-27T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:52:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaughnessy</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. Feeling really lost, lonely and anxious. Perhaps it's because of what's coming up tomorrow and what I was told about people from the "Middle Kingdom."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was looking through the online street directory for The Shaughnessy. How do I get there? It's in a very remote area in Yishun. I MUST NOT BE LATE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played around with the Street Directory just to navigate myself around Singapore and I came across many places which I frequented throughout my life. Truth is, I'm really bad with maps and paperback street directories. And I don't have the luxury of travelling around Singapore in a car so the online street directory is cool for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the best part is that I get to see all parts of Singapore and somehow it brings me closer psychologically to people who are apart from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm miss people far too easily. Soon, everyone's going away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love this song by 311, and 50 First Dates is one of my favourite movies. Well, you can never go wrong with Sandler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A2mNb3DhkPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A2mNb3DhkPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-1989878268047500469?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/1989878268047500469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=1989878268047500469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1989878268047500469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1989878268047500469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/09/shaughnessy.html' title='Shaughnessy'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-8940937416794697350</id><published>2009-09-25T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:11:47.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Looking at the rain, I felt my soul and spirit wash away. Not caring about anything or anyone, I circled around and found myself singing and strumming on this dazzling stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the stage - it has no audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell and blood dripped from my knees. I could not stop what I was doing. I felt the rain against my skin and slowly but surely I lifted myself up. I went higher and higher and I saw the city beneath me drowning in the pouring rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am free, but why does freedom hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I'm not with the one I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-8940937416794697350?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/8940937416794697350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=8940937416794697350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8940937416794697350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8940937416794697350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/09/freedom-hurts.html' title='Freedom Hurts'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-5039453784731603222</id><published>2009-09-23T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:30:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What more..?</title><content type='html'>One loss after another. I've reached perhaps the lowest point in my life. Happy?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I realize there is really no substitute to what you have given to me and what I have given to you. Yes, there will never be another like you. Never. And for you, there will never be another, like me. As much as you hate to admit it, it's your loss as much as mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel disgusted just by the thought of you but most of the time, I think back and reflect on what we've been through and it just makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a love-hate relationship. My dream has always been to be with you but there is really no way we can be together anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is really no way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what can I do? You have chosen to leave me and now I am left with nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that I have moved on. But I was so wrong. So very wrong. Moving away does not mean moving on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the way the world moves. It's just so freaking fast. I can't catch up. But then again, what exactly am I chasing? I really don't know what I'm looking for. I've tried praying. I've tried reflection. I've tried almost everything. What more should I do? What more can I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to resist but the harder I try to forget all about you, the more I think about sinking back to where it all started - my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-5039453784731603222?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/5039453784731603222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=5039453784731603222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5039453784731603222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5039453784731603222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-more.html' title='What more..?'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-7177429251269199828</id><published>2009-09-05T18:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:41:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sublime</title><content type='html'>Retract our hands, is this justified?&lt;div&gt;Or is it just your conclusion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We feared the worst, but hoped much for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it all an illusion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your ways still stand, old habits die so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left a key to my window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word - Repent. It's easier said than done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you wanna control me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sublime. Sublime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying hard to read between the lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sublime. Sublime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying hard to break into your light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching you watch over me. Are you tired of my face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop whining baby, I'm going crazy while I try to make amends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've fallen to your grace, but you're telling me to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Release me slowly, believe me baby, stop throwing stones at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you really know me, you know that I still care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give a shit to all the things that you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're running round in circles, in lines that never end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They never intersect with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick and tired of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick and tired of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sick and tired of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tell me what to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida 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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-2290498211298999856.post-6397980511876656652</id><published>2009-08-26T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:03:19.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling damn low today.. damn low..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-6397980511876656652?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/6397980511876656652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=6397980511876656652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6397980511876656652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6397980511876656652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-feeling-damn-low-today.html' title='Grief'/><author><name>nj</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-4340829232897517317</id><published>2009-08-24T00:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:25:37.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avenue Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SpFstWEsCVI/AAAAAAAAACs/fyapRtnj88w/s1600-h/4466_1152391522742_1016252144_487613_4156787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SpFstWEsCVI/AAAAAAAAACs/fyapRtnj88w/s320/4466_1152391522742_1016252144_487613_4156787_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373195356704868690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just returned home from jamming. It has been a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completed 'Wash It Away' which was written this afternoon, with a nice touch of angst. The band hit the mark in the bringing out the emotions of the song the way it should be. Too bad I didn't bring my recording stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Otherside' was bad, really bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played Rooftops, Beside You, and Gravity for fun. Will probably work on either of the three next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some updates: Ave6 will be reforming to a four piece band probably in two weeks time, which means I probably have to play the guitar again. Jason's enlisting in September. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, go sleep lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-4340829232897517317?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/4340829232897517317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=4340829232897517317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4340829232897517317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4340829232897517317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/avenue-six.html' title='Avenue Six'/><author><name>nj</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/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SpFstWEsCVI/AAAAAAAAACs/fyapRtnj88w/s72-c/4466_1152391522742_1016252144_487613_4156787_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-3303574907582558368</id><published>2009-08-23T09:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:34:08.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash It Away</title><content type='html'>To let me in your life is harder than it was before -I'm trying to protect you.&lt;div&gt;Admit I've lost control, it's not as if it was my choice - I never meant to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've given up my scene, I've given up reality to lay the path ahead of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it makes no sense, but spare a thought to how I feel if it matters to you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wash it away, wash it away, wash it away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the rain revive you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken inside, broken inside, broken inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since you pushed me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wash it away, wash it away, wash it away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the rain revive you now. Let the rain revive you now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you in my dreams. So tell me what I need to hear - Your subtleties they kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I disappear, and what exactly should I do? I can never be around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stuck without a voice. I've given up my dignity to be the man who loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it makes no sense, I'll spare a thought to how you feel cause you matter to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TtcYynlOy1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TtcYynlOy1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/3303574907582558368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=3303574907582558368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3303574907582558368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3303574907582558368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/wash-it-away.html' title='Wash It Away'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-7494198572355008579</id><published>2009-08-22T07:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:40:27.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regional Rock</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to the following songs over the past few days just to open up to fresh melodies. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Thailand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOmKI8EPacA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOmKI8EPacA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glua by Nologo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K84OwSM7kcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K84OwSM7kcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glua by Palmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Philippines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfQgc-kvXYY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfQgc-kvXYY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabihin Mo Na by Top Suzara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tW2HDJEld7g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tW2HDJEld7g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabihin Mo Na by Yeng Constantino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-7494198572355008579?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7494198572355008579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=7494198572355008579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7494198572355008579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7494198572355008579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/regional-rock.html' title='Regional Rock'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-1903885064361134208</id><published>2009-08-21T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T05:51:04.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Teach me how to love.. and live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a cold night. I've never felt this lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Believe me, I'm just as lost as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-1903885064361134208?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/1903885064361134208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=1903885064361134208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1903885064361134208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1903885064361134208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/education.html' title='Education'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-8187446346614249636</id><published>2009-08-16T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:22:06.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/10ge2ps.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living in the Time of Instaparency, when everything is instantly known, transparently. Such moment-to-moment awareness of all that's going on everywhere produces alterations in perspective that start dominoes falling all over the place..&lt;div&gt;- Walsch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During one of my conversations with X, she read to me a quote from Neale Walsch's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;When Everything Changes, Change Everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me how bad I am at keeping secrets, especially my own. Well, I could only agree. And I could only hope that I am better when it comes to covering up for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past month, I have 'changed' in many ways where the naked eye cannot see. I hope this change can be sustained, with HIS guidance and the support of my close ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have also asked me how I am. For those who are truly concerned - I'm coping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking of closing down this blog only because it has moved away from its essence - Acoustic music written in the comfort of my bedroom. It has become too personal and purists of bedroomacoustic (not many) find it a turn-off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's time I compartmentalise my thoughts, emotions and music. But it's hard to separate them because my songs are reflections of my thoughts and emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can you write me a song?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-8187446346614249636?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/8187446346614249636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=8187446346614249636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8187446346614249636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8187446346614249636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/trust_16.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>nj</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://i32.tinypic.com/10ge2ps_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-7547094860395936950</id><published>2009-08-14T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:05:41.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When all is said and done..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SoVY6uEkqFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wxSla6qWUw8/s1600-h/14082009182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SoVY6uEkqFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wxSla6qWUw8/s320/14082009182.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369795896532052050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, I decided to drop by AMK Banquet for my usual helping of fish soup. The stall auntie was quick to recognise me as the one who normally orders sliced fish soup with rice and additional fish. This time round, however, I ordered fried fish soup with noodles. She was caught off-guard, and I actually saw her picking up pieces of sliced fish and getting ready to put it in my clean bowl. That was when I realised how much routine our lives can be. We are so used to being within our comfort zone that even the slightest change would hurt us, what more a major one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a month ago, I was at the same spot with a 'friend' at around 2030 talking about 'life' and 'changes to come'. It was a serious conversation, and all that followed suit was just.. I rather not think about it. And I clearly remember not having the appetite at all to finish up my Long John Silver combo 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that aside, somehow, fried fish tastes a little bit better. Hmmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad all I have with me now is a picture of an empty bowl.. Well, its better than nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-7547094860395936950?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7547094860395936950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=7547094860395936950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7547094860395936950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7547094860395936950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-all-is-said-and-done.html' title='When all is said and done..'/><author><name>nj</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/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SoVY6uEkqFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wxSla6qWUw8/s72-c/14082009182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-8948540494146816890</id><published>2009-08-13T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:52:30.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>I'm angry, as much as I try hard not to be.&lt;div&gt;The good thing is that anger keeps me awake, and it gives me a brand of fire I can never get elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, the negative energy consumes every part of me internally - to the point where I may snap when provoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you want more - I'll give you MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-8948540494146816890?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/8948540494146816890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=8948540494146816890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8948540494146816890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8948540494146816890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-184070223979809947</id><published>2009-08-12T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:48:47.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss missing you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-184070223979809947?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/184070223979809947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=184070223979809947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/184070223979809947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/184070223979809947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-missing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-4530559370648136656</id><published>2009-08-11T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:45:45.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradictions</title><content type='html'>I'm grateful, yet hungry for more..&lt;div&gt;I'm contented, yet empty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hopeless, yet wishful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward, yet hesitant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm well-rested, yet weary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, it's not about me. It's always about you. Yes, about you. I've shouldered all I could for now before my back's gonna break. Do you really need everyone to turn their back against me before you feel satisfied? Do you really need that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no such thing as time anymore when day and night are just markers to deceive us that we're moving on - when in actuality, everything else remains the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-4530559370648136656?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/4530559370648136656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=4530559370648136656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4530559370648136656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4530559370648136656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/contradictions.html' title='Contradictions'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-1912820210659517708</id><published>2009-08-10T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:06:57.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Razorblack</title><content type='html'>My hair's really short now. Really, really short..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm regretting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-1912820210659517708?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/1912820210659517708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=1912820210659517708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1912820210659517708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1912820210659517708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/razorblack.html' title='Razorblack'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-4285448659240743683</id><published>2009-08-09T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:24:37.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-4285448659240743683?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/4285448659240743683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=4285448659240743683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4285448659240743683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4285448659240743683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-6858213632282560280</id><published>2009-08-07T10:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:35:45.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SnuO0QNpJuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dx9r4etENw0/s1600-h/06082009168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SnuO0QNpJuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dx9r4etENw0/s320/06082009168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367040409298609890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SnuOrSUDYQI/AAAAAAAAABs/aLrDMbR1-II/s1600-h/06082009167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SnuOrSUDYQI/AAAAAAAAABs/aLrDMbR1-II/s320/06082009167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367040255243542786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SnuOhaK04CI/AAAAAAAAABk/kqHiwZcHxu0/s1600-h/05082009166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SnuOhaK04CI/AAAAAAAAABk/kqHiwZcHxu0/s320/05082009166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367040085553635362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MONSTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SnuOUt--v6I/AAAAAAAAABc/69A-CooQxUE/s1600-h/05082009164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SnuOUt--v6I/AAAAAAAAABc/69A-CooQxUE/s320/05082009164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367039867534360482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the way home from NUS yesterday, I went to NTUC to grab some things. I could hear some faint music playing in the background. Collide was on so I stayed on to listen. Surprisingly, as much as I like that song, I never really had the mp3 on my laptop or player. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was then that I realised how much I miss the times when Don would harmonize with me. He would go "The harmonization is crazy.." in his very deep voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That said, I left NTUC empty handed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-6858213632282560280?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/6858213632282560280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=6858213632282560280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6858213632282560280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6858213632282560280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-good.html' title='Back to Good'/><author><name>nj</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/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SnuO0QNpJuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dx9r4etENw0/s72-c/06082009168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-6416328773340926593</id><published>2009-08-05T09:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:40:00.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting Out</title><content type='html'>Euthanasia is supposed to be painless.&lt;div&gt;But what happens if you feel the pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do doctors feel the pain subjected to their patients?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask yourself, how much have things changed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;How much have you changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On my part, I'll never be the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My 'baby' will be born this Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too bad daddy can't be there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been taking the MRT more often now and each time I'm on board, I get the weird feeling of being a student all over again. Why? Maybe it's because students are mostly broke and have to resort to taking public transport no matter how tired they are from school. And of course, there is such a thing called 'Concession Pass', which provided me with unlimited bus rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The familiar journey towards Bukit Batok reminds me of the time when I would read on the train just to kill time. I close my eyes and remember how I used to work really hard through the night trying to finish up all my readings and typing out my essays way ahead of the deadlines so that I could have more time to revise. Well, I had to do so, as I was not the smartest in my cohort. But then again, I was not overly hardworking let alone geeky either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is, I just love to study. I love education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-6416328773340926593?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/6416328773340926593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=6416328773340926593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6416328773340926593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6416328773340926593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/cutting-out.html' title='Cutting Out'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-2339060361351568188</id><published>2009-08-04T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:09:07.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>I've lost inspiration to even say anything here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've grown so insular because it's getting really difficult to trust people with your word and life nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anything, I've learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-2339060361351568188?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/2339060361351568188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=2339060361351568188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2339060361351568188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2339060361351568188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-763515168198027800</id><published>2009-08-02T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:36:04.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break the Chain</title><content type='html'>I just got home, from a sudden 3AM craving for McDonald's (which does not happen very often at all). My sis was verbally attacked by an insane woman when all she did was try to squeeze chilli out of the dispenser. The two of us were also greeted by an old man in a cap who sat right in front of us, just to stare at us while we eat. I was much disturbed by his presence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's not the whole point of this entry, especially for something blog-worthy at this unearthly hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I actually like talking to my sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-763515168198027800?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/763515168198027800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=763515168198027800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/763515168198027800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/763515168198027800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/08/break-chain.html' title='Break the Chain'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-879137819282229563</id><published>2009-07-31T18:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:37:17.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooftops</title><content type='html'>A little boy once had a dream, a dream held in his eyes.&lt;div&gt;He wanted to be good someday, he longed to make it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little girl held in her hands a lump of clay and sand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She tried to wash it all away, she wondered what it meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She took his heart and gave it all, whatever that she could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kept her waiting, thinking twice. Pain never felt so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, he lost his life and all he ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she's evergreen. She's everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remind me, please remind me of the times I've spent just staring back at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the place where we once knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe me, that I'm sorry. My bad for all the things I've put you through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never walked away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing still against the wind, against the test of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping that he can go on despite the hurt inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, she can't be seen without him by her side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing that it's all a dream, a nightmare in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wrote a letter in her heart of things he felt so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She misses all the things they've shared, a tale that's misconstrued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, she lost her soul, she never felt so used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she's evergreen. She's everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_ahUQkW5hp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_ahUQkW5hp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=66ccff&amp;amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#66ccffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=_ahUQkW5hp" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=_ahUQkW5hp" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=_ahUQkW5hp" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=_ahUQkW5hp" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/_ahUQkW5hp/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/nnDZrkp-/najib-siddik-rooftops-acoustic/"&gt;Rooftops (Acoustic) - Najib Siddik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-879137819282229563?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/879137819282229563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=879137819282229563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/879137819282229563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/879137819282229563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/07/rooftops.html' title='Rooftops'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-3115610457015436520</id><published>2009-07-30T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:00:31.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Minutes</title><content type='html'>The first time I ever sang in front of an audience was back in Primary Six during a school excursion to Penang. I sang the song below.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't cute..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-36PLyILxAE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-36PLyILxAE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/2290498211298999856-3115610457015436520?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/3115610457015436520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=3115610457015436520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3115610457015436520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3115610457015436520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/07/25-minutes.html' title='25 Minutes'/><author><name>nj</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-2542678826634726348</id><published>2009-07-29T02:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:41:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Tan Tock Seng hospital. A family member of mine is currently undergoing surgery. May God's love and blessing be with him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for 2 odd hours just to fill up the application forms, I observed how selfless nurses and admin people working in hospitals are. It's not easy dealing with impatient and rude people. It's not easy facing verbal abuse while you're on the job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and for now.. I hope my immunity system is strong enough to withstand H1N1..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-2542678826634726348?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/2542678826634726348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=2542678826634726348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2542678826634726348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2542678826634726348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/07/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-8340996613992337940</id><published>2009-07-28T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:46:42.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAN TOCK SENG...AND Y IS THE CAB SO SLOW?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-8340996613992337940?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/8340996613992337940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;.gniritosebnacgnikabwonktndidi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-1792830856863692722?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/1792830856863692722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=1792830856863692722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1792830856863692722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1792830856863692722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/07/4pm-nap.html' title='4pm nap.'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-8523082132012235249</id><published>2009-07-24T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:47:52.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle in the Night</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;Seems that I have lost, nothing but my everything.&lt;br /&gt;I’m bruised and cut up all inside, I bleed you when I’m dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping through my life, cause I’m a dead man walking.&lt;br /&gt;Will I be born again in you, or will I die trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hide, to run, to let go of the sun&lt;br /&gt;To hide, to run, to let go of the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m melting right before your eyes, like a candle in the night&lt;br /&gt;I’m freezing every time I think of whatever’s left in me&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I cannot breathe&lt;br /&gt;I cannot breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the broken glass in you, reflections of my inner self&lt;br /&gt;One week has passed, there’s nothing left. I’m sitting on the edge of life&lt;br /&gt;Your words can never feel me out, my lies can never bring you down&lt;br /&gt;I live to sing my words to you, or will I die trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hide, to run, to let go of the sun&lt;br /&gt;To hide, to run, to let go of the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m melting right before your eyes, like a candle in the night&lt;br /&gt;I’m freezing every time I think of whatever’s left in me&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I cannot breathe&lt;br /&gt;I cannot breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zKNpx6tD7Q/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zKNpx6tD7Q/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#66ccffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=zKNpx6tD7Q" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=zKNpx6tD7Q" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=zKNpx6tD7Q" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=zKNpx6tD7Q" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/zKNpx6tD7Q/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/hJWOEwZu/najib-siddik-candle-in-the-night/"&gt;Candle in the Night - Najib Siddik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-8523082132012235249?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/8523082132012235249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=8523082132012235249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8523082132012235249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8523082132012235249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/07/candle-in-night.html' title='Candle in the Night'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-3962190447215370428</id><published>2009-06-29T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:34:39.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slower</title><content type='html'>If words could kill, then you would have murdered me by now.&lt;br /&gt;If not, then just kill me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-3962190447215370428?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/3962190447215370428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=3962190447215370428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3962190447215370428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3962190447215370428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/06/slower.html' title='Slower'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-644731501646504919</id><published>2009-06-23T08:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:08:28.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>Let's make a sound louder than love.&lt;br /&gt;Pierce through my eyes. I don't care if it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in the air and look at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;We'll find our way back down to this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come too close.&lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;When the night's too dark, give me light, give me light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings. Together we soar.&lt;br /&gt;For all that we have, is it worth so much more?&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, long way down from where I am.&lt;br /&gt;So carry me down and catch when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come too close.&lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;When the night's too dark, give me light, give me light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm high, bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;Pull my feet to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're here, disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Cover up my fears&lt;br /&gt;When we're open enough to show what's inside, we're innocent.&lt;br /&gt;You're my gravity.&lt;br /&gt;You're my gravity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes a lot to remember, takes a lot to remember this.&lt;br /&gt;Takes a lot to remember, takes a lot to remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_71vYlRf1K/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_71vYlRf1K/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#66ccffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=_71vYlRf1K" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=_71vYlRf1K" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=_71vYlRf1K" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=_71vYlRf1K" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/_71vYlRf1K/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/B2i-mhQu/najib-siddik-gravity-acoustic-draft/"&gt;Gravity (Acoustic Draft) - Najib Siddik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-644731501646504919?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/644731501646504919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=644731501646504919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/644731501646504919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/644731501646504919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/06/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-1926351543915583143</id><published>2009-06-21T10:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:16:48.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I said I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left to say other than I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;This song it makes no sense. &lt;br /&gt;I think I’m sorry. I think I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said you can’t feel me &lt;br /&gt;Was it anything I did? Baby please I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said?&lt;br /&gt;Babe please I’m sorry. I think I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hide your insecurities&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s hard but I believe that when I look into your eyes, there’s nothing that we can’t achieve&lt;br /&gt;I’m half the man I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Without you, no, I can’t be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Even when I wreck your brains&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are falling, and the waves are crashing in&lt;br /&gt;You’re still beside me,  you’re still beside me&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be mean.&lt;br /&gt;And you laughed so hard I slipped.&lt;br /&gt;You tried to be me, but you ended like a wimp&lt;br /&gt;I think we’re crazy, I think we’re crazy&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bSIeD4J62F/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bSIeD4J62F/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#66ccffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=bSIeD4J62F" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=bSIeD4J62F" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=bSIeD4J62F" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=bSIeD4J62F" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/bSIeD4J62F/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/OUoloMP3/najib-siddik-sorry-acoustic/"&gt;Sorry (Acoustic) - Najib Siddik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-1926351543915583143?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/1926351543915583143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=1926351543915583143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1926351543915583143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1926351543915583143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-1538150626701376731</id><published>2009-06-19T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:27:01.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you, man.</title><content type='html'>sometimes loving just aint enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-1538150626701376731?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/1538150626701376731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=1538150626701376731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1538150626701376731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1538150626701376731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you-man.html' title='i love you, man.'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-1476671621577169479</id><published>2009-05-28T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:03:31.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toss and Turn</title><content type='html'>Can't sleep. I hate this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-1476671621577169479?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/1476671621577169479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=1476671621577169479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1476671621577169479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1476671621577169479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/toss-and-turn.html' title='Toss and Turn'/><author><name>nj</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-4779718163738264373</id><published>2009-05-28T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:22:03.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. I guess all it takes is a pair of ears, a brain, a little effort and empathy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can all manage that.&lt;br /&gt;Just need to practice that's all.. I hope..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-4779718163738264373?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/4779718163738264373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=4779718163738264373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4779718163738264373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4779718163738264373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-3041151640298705354</id><published>2009-05-27T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:11:06.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swagger</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to find a reason to be myself anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-3041151640298705354?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/3041151640298705354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=3041151640298705354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3041151640298705354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3041151640298705354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-seem-to-find-reason-to-be-myself.html' title='Swagger'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-440024098952762552</id><published>2009-05-21T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:01:59.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurry</title><content type='html'>Can you take it all away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-440024098952762552?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/440024098952762552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=440024098952762552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/440024098952762552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/440024098952762552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/blurry.html' title='Blurry'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-8565603064740015046</id><published>2009-05-17T10:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:41:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beside You</title><content type='html'>We're floating in the wind and your lips touch my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Are we dreaming? Are we dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice screaming. Your laughter. You breathe&lt;br /&gt;Through the silence. Through the violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You break through these walls and you hate how you smile&lt;br /&gt;We're running too fast. When you're clumsy, I fall&lt;br /&gt;You grabbed my right hand. Am I holding too tight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss me when I'm right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the night, we go up and go down&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy, it's so crazy&lt;br /&gt;You fall asleep beside me but I'm gone in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe, only maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You break through these walls and I love how you sound &lt;br /&gt;We're falling too deep. When you leave me, I drown&lt;br /&gt;You run through my hair. Do you need me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss me when I'm right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss me when I'm over here and you're there&lt;br /&gt;This pain that we bear is breaking us down somehow&lt;br /&gt;Believe in ourselves, there's nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ogRLclxN3b/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ogRLclxN3b/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8565603064740015046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8565603064740015046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-floating-in-wind-and-your-lips.html' title='Beside You'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-148080677206159393</id><published>2009-05-13T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:04:17.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie</title><content type='html'>I don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-2290498211298999856.post-5851496608613013144</id><published>2009-05-06T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:38:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Whatever you do, I'll be two steps behind you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-5851496608613013144?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/5851496608613013144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=5851496608613013144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-8983188746967794269?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/8983188746967794269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=8983188746967794269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8983188746967794269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/8983188746967794269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled_05.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-2610625301246309949</id><published>2009-05-05T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:03:07.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me In</title><content type='html'>Blue skies remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;Take one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;Regrets are never useful&lt;br /&gt;And we can’t turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma said you smile in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;If only I could dream of you&lt;br /&gt;Your lips they feel like velvet&lt;br /&gt;And your breath gives me a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you let me, and if you want me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be watching over you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I….&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be your strength, keep you strong when you’re feeling weak inside&lt;br /&gt;Be your voice, when you’re out of touch with life&lt;br /&gt;Oh…&lt;br /&gt;Be the fire that keeps you warm at night&lt;br /&gt;Be the bout of love that hits you thrice&lt;br /&gt;Oh….&lt;br /&gt;So let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most words are insufficient&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;But in my declaration&lt;br /&gt;Even silence feels so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rYdZABE3W8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rYdZABE3W8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2610625301246309949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2610625301246309949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-in.html' title='Let Me In'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-2499915746370299439</id><published>2009-05-05T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:04:33.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade</title><content type='html'>I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I feel so confused&lt;br /&gt;I’m losing my youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;Blackened and blue&lt;br /&gt;And you’re not amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t keep bottling your vengeance&lt;br /&gt;Don’t keep making empty sounds&lt;br /&gt;Don’t refuse what you can handle&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget my broken frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;Depleted and dry&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ran out of lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;I’m fading away&lt;br /&gt;My hair’s turning grey&lt;br /&gt;And everything’s lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tm_2dModDP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=tm_2dModDP" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=tm_2dModDP" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=tm_2dModDP" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/tm_2dModDP/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/W9IWq1b_/najib-siddik-fade/"&gt;Fade - Najib Siddik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-2499915746370299439?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/2499915746370299439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=2499915746370299439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2499915746370299439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2499915746370299439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/fade.html' title='Fade'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-5090617398878422886</id><published>2009-05-04T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:55:04.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon Says</title><content type='html'>Here I am&lt;br /&gt;With no brilliant plans&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck in the wall again&lt;br /&gt;There you are&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;Or who I was with till ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a million things I know we could do&lt;br /&gt;And so many places I rather be with you&lt;br /&gt;But exactly what’s our purpose of being far apart&lt;br /&gt;When probably our mission is being close at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon says, Do anything you please&lt;br /&gt;Simon says, Do everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Simon says, Don’t ever break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break my heart, Simon didn’t say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be 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href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/simon-says.html' title='Simon Says'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-642102370503022788</id><published>2009-05-04T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:32:30.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>:( outside, :) inside.&lt;br /&gt;:) outside, :( inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-642102370503022788?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/642102370503022788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=642102370503022788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/642102370503022788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/642102370503022788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled_04.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-3282677405204409208</id><published>2009-05-02T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:33:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>The stars in your eyes, they brighten up the sky&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the steps, catching fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the moon, wishing we could fly&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to the tune of songs that wouldn’t rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so perfect, it’s so perfect tonight&lt;br /&gt;Babe it’s perfect, it’s so perfect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I’ll give myself to you &lt;br /&gt;And you’ll give yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;And together we’ll be free &lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I’ll make your wish come true&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll promise to be true&lt;br /&gt;And together we’ll be free completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-3282677405204409208?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/3282677405204409208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=3282677405204409208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3282677405204409208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3282677405204409208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-2908257669335810797</id><published>2009-04-22T03:19:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:45:49.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel you</title><content type='html'>I feel you by the tip of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing is impossible and everything is green&lt;br /&gt;It's us against the world in every waking hour&lt;br /&gt;Every perfect moment within every imperfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you by the very beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where you live in both comfort and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;It's us against ourselves in a world we call our own&lt;br /&gt;Every spoken word within every minute of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you by the magic you create&lt;br /&gt;Where I exist in both delusion and reality&lt;br /&gt;It's us against our conscience in a path we choose to take&lt;br /&gt;Every common step within every stride apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you by the warmth of your touch&lt;br /&gt;Where everything is real and nothing is imagined&lt;br /&gt;It's us against time in every move we make&lt;br /&gt;Everything is assuring and everything feels complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-2908257669335810797?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/2908257669335810797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=2908257669335810797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2908257669335810797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2908257669335810797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-you.html' title='I feel you'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-7866981019751779460</id><published>2009-04-16T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:09:30.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk on Grass</title><content type='html'>Cut my tongue each time you bite deeper in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Just turn and look away&lt;br /&gt;I know you're sore. It's not my fault you're trying far too hard&lt;br /&gt;To make her lose herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's settle the score, once and for all&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this thing now, stop reaching for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on grass, while you're lying on a bed of stones&lt;br /&gt;If I could lie to you, that you're crashing to your bones&lt;br /&gt;If I could walk on grass, while you're hanging by the edge of your throne&lt;br /&gt;If I could rid of you, cause you'll never leave her alone&lt;br /&gt;Just leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open wounds and false attempts to reach beneath my guise&lt;br /&gt;You think you understand&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself and don't pretend to be what you are not&lt;br /&gt;To make her want you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's settle the score, once and for all&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this thing now, there's reason for war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty obvious you're doing this on purpose. &lt;br /&gt;For what reason?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-7866981019751779460?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7866981019751779460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=7866981019751779460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7866981019751779460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7866981019751779460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/04/walk-on-grass.html' title='Walk on Grass'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-3129637127007910706</id><published>2009-04-16T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:23:07.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking</title><content type='html'>Everything seems to fall short lately..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-3129637127007910706?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/3129637127007910706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=3129637127007910706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3129637127007910706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3129637127007910706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/04/lacking.html' title='Lacking'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-1016524001042573754</id><published>2009-04-08T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:57:57.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stop it, please.</title><content type='html'>Stop telling me what to do, or what I should wear.&lt;br /&gt;Stop talking to me like i'm your new found friend, when you don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking me questions when you already know.&lt;br /&gt;Stop begging me for attention when I'm already low.&lt;br /&gt;Stop blaming your friends for things that they've done.&lt;br /&gt;Stop sitting on my table because I've given you one.&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying I'm good-looking because I don't think you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretending you're weak and in need of my pity.&lt;br /&gt;Just stop it, please. You're making me think that I've made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;For choosing this path which I've always wanted to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-1016524001042573754?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/1016524001042573754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=1016524001042573754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1016524001042573754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1016524001042573754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-stop-it-please.html' title='Just stop it, please.'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-1888169068619894777</id><published>2009-04-06T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:13:13.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Frowning Glory</title><content type='html'>Somehow a hard-earned frown from a special person feels much better than any other fake smiles people give away for free all day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-1888169068619894777?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/1888169068619894777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=1888169068619894777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1888169068619894777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1888169068619894777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-frowning-glory.html' title='Full Frowning Glory'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-5553304913016759718</id><published>2009-04-06T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:38:48.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfume</title><content type='html'>Wrap your arms around my neck&lt;br /&gt;So I can tell everyone where we were last night&lt;br /&gt;So darling, dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pictures fade from black to white&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the morning sky&lt;br /&gt;Darling, dance with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;Start, stop, play, pause and rewind&lt;br /&gt;With lights bright, you can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Feed me with your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left doors wide open, like a prom party turned bad&lt;br /&gt;But your scent, it still lingers&lt;br /&gt;Though you left me so mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide my hands off your dress&lt;br /&gt;As you stood to confess&lt;br /&gt;So baby, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing candles through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And the music's far too loud&lt;br /&gt;Baby, where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits all alone by the porch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-5553304913016759718?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/5553304913016759718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=5553304913016759718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5553304913016759718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5553304913016759718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfumed.html' title='Perfume'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-477225714772863764</id><published>2009-04-03T00:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:53:24.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVENUE SIX @ F.A.D. MEDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SdTpH3oHs0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/86sS2B63WOc/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SdTpH3oHs0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/86sS2B63WOc/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320133381231981378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come catch Avenue Six in action! Join us in our gig at F.A.D. MEDIA on Sunday, 12th April 2009 at 1900hrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.A.D. MEDIA is located at:&lt;br /&gt;73 Bussorah Street&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 199486&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 92923234&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the SMRT to Bugis MRT Station and walk down to Arab Street.&lt;br /&gt;See you there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-477225714772863764?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/477225714772863764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=477225714772863764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/477225714772863764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/477225714772863764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/04/avenue-six-fadmedia.html' title='AVENUE SIX @ F.A.D. MEDIA'/><author><name>nj</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/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SdTpH3oHs0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/86sS2B63WOc/s72-c/IMG_0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-3986504812202266214</id><published>2009-03-31T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:23:24.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heart pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-3986504812202266214?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/3986504812202266214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=3986504812202266214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3986504812202266214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3986504812202266214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-7812577822725378503</id><published>2009-03-14T05:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T05:50:32.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5.13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where every waking hour is a nightmare, every dream is an escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;Where every waking hour is bliss, every dream just breaks me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, which is which? &lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from a dream:&lt;br /&gt;An old man sits on a stool at an unfamiliar tunnel in town, playing Eagle's Hotel California. He laughed at me as I walked past. Then, I received a message from an old friend. It says, "She lied about you. Come on." And  just before I could reply, I was transported to 1/8's classroom treating the kids pizza again. What..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I concluded that dreams are portals where you talk to people you've never met, never existed, or can never talk to again (e.g. those who have passed/moved on etc). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do things you never thought you could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-7812577822725378503?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7812577822725378503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=7812577822725378503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7812577822725378503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7812577822725378503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/03/513.html' title='5.13'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-3565412480418488758</id><published>2009-03-13T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:13:53.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>Bombs away&lt;br /&gt;Dropping shellshocks in my head&lt;br /&gt;Shooting coloured bullets through my weakened core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Every word that you have said&lt;br /&gt;Declarations of the wounded in demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stop myself&lt;br /&gt;I’ll buy me time&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t forget you babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me dead&lt;br /&gt;You’ve won this war&lt;br /&gt;I’m tongue-tied, I’ve nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So take me to the point where you are now&lt;br /&gt;Where everything’s white and gray&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be waiting for your truce and vow&lt;br /&gt;No matter how, come what may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read me now&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I screwed it up&lt;br /&gt;The voices in my head they tell me to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left or right&lt;br /&gt;The roads are broken. Don’t remind&lt;br /&gt;Me of the truth ahead or things we’ll never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fBvupw92J3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fBvupw92J3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#66ccffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=fBvupw92J3" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=fBvupw92J3" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=fBvupw92J3" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=fBvupw92J3" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/fBvupw92J3/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/eFqCw0Fx/najib-crossroads/"&gt;Crossroads - Najib&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-3565412480418488758?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/3565412480418488758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=3565412480418488758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3565412480418488758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3565412480418488758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/03/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-3867799536286999560</id><published>2009-03-08T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:11:12.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>In this moment, I am happy.. Happy.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-3867799536286999560?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/3867799536286999560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=3867799536286999560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3867799536286999560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/3867799536286999560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/03/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-5571910774067673580</id><published>2009-02-25T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:33:36.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SaWAMn8zulI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9lwLc0Xl1EM/s1600-h/25022009186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SaWAMn8zulI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9lwLc0Xl1EM/s400/25022009186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306788690296814162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You add colour to my world of black, white and gray..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-5571910774067673580?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/5571910774067673580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=5571910774067673580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5571910774067673580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5571910774067673580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-rainbow.html' title='Like a Rainbow'/><author><name>nj</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/_Dtql4lrUVuc/SaWAMn8zulI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9lwLc0Xl1EM/s72-c/25022009186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2290498211298999856.post-6587489613502789067</id><published>2009-02-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:18:08.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like the way how my ego makes up for the lack of my self-esteem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-6587489613502789067?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-2290498211298999856.post-5136959939094189</id><published>2009-02-08T14:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:00:17.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of You (Katy Perry Cover)</title><content type='html'>For Azie:&lt;br /&gt;Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection&lt;br /&gt;Like an apple hanging from a tree&lt;br /&gt;I picked the ripest one but i still got the seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said move on, where do i go?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that second best is all i will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when im with her i am thinking of you, thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who was spending the night&lt;br /&gt;Oh i wish that i was looking into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-5136959939094189?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/5136959939094189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=5136959939094189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5136959939094189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5136959939094189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-of-you-katy-perry-cover.html' title='Thinking of You (Katy Perry Cover)'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-9029710981511541742</id><published>2009-02-08T10:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:03:15.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frena</title><content type='html'>Tell me how did we get here.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I'm just a passerby.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I feel your fear.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I shiver when you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curtain calls, the fading lights.&lt;br /&gt;Every dream of you, I'll hold inside.&lt;br /&gt;And when you cry, I'll wipe your tears.&lt;br /&gt;We'll grow together, in a different time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;We'll never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Frena), It's in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WR_hd2eCnN/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WR_hd2eCnN/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#66ccffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-9029710981511541742?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/9029710981511541742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=9029710981511541742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/9029710981511541742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/9029710981511541742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/02/frena_08.html' title='Frena'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-5082909901874168005</id><published>2009-02-07T08:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:35:13.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frena</title><content type='html'>There.&lt;br /&gt;There she sat still&lt;br /&gt;At the centre of the stage&lt;br /&gt;Her name was Frena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By her beauty, I was captivated.&lt;br /&gt;By her eyes, I was spellbound.&lt;br /&gt;Her name was Frena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, only to realise that it was all a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Why Frena, were you born from a different time?&lt;br /&gt;Why Frena, did I not remember your last name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-5082909901874168005?l=bedroomacoustic.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-2290498211298999856.post-7691693140798507081</id><published>2009-01-31T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:26:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>For a long time, it was the lack of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;For a short while, it was the death of my music.&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's the fear of exaggeration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-7691693140798507081?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7691693140798507081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Darling, why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;You caught me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;Beyond what's left inside&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to find what's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my songs, you live&lt;br /&gt;In my words, you breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way back home feels a thousand miles without you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;Time is moving far too fast&lt;br /&gt;But my heart it stops with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my songs you live&lt;br /&gt;In my words you breathe&lt;br /&gt;Time is moving far too fast&lt;br /&gt;But my heart it stops with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Rfoi_i7KXD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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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-2290498211298999856.post-2653400259288523573</id><published>2009-01-23T21:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:21:44.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close My Eyes</title><content type='html'>And I thought that you could sense my emptiness&lt;br /&gt;A slap on my face&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deserve this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your heart my words they have no relevance&lt;br /&gt;The blood on my face&lt;br /&gt;You bruised my only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance for survival, (I) won’t revive&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be a shadow with no mind&lt;br /&gt;If that’s what you want&lt;br /&gt;If that’s what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And let me slide away&lt;br /&gt;From your life I’ll disappear&lt;br /&gt;Never hear from me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And make me blind&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna waste your time&lt;br /&gt;Never hear from me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that I could be your guiding light&lt;br /&gt;But in darkness I thrive&lt;br /&gt;You don’t deserve this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be cruel to be kind&lt;br /&gt;You think too lowly of me now&lt;br /&gt;It’s not what I want&lt;br /&gt;It’s not what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pLRaUaYzpH/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pLRaUaYzpH/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=2653400259288523573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2653400259288523573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/2653400259288523573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/01/close-my-eyes.html' title='Close My Eyes'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-5313385090165764690</id><published>2009-01-18T09:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:49:48.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than You Know</title><content type='html'>We’re running out of time&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it?&lt;br /&gt;I hear your heartbeat from a distance&lt;br /&gt;I turned around but you’re not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;To go on&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifices we have made&lt;br /&gt;Putting ourselves on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why can’t you see that I’m still holding to what we’ve built&lt;br /&gt;Hide my jealousy&lt;br /&gt; I’m holding back, I’m faking strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you will know&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you&lt;br /&gt;My feelings won’t show&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you will know&lt;br /&gt;In my final prayer you’re there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust me?&lt;br /&gt;I heard you call me from a distance&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and saw your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby it’s not fair&lt;br /&gt;All along&lt;br /&gt;It’s selfish but I just can’t bear&lt;br /&gt;To see you with another man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why can’t you see that girl you’re still the one for me&lt;br /&gt;Set my feelings free&lt;br /&gt;I won't let go, I love you more yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my final prayer you're there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5YaWG7V_Ae/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5YaWG7V_Ae/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5313385090165764690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/5313385090165764690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-than-you-know.html' title='More Than You Know'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-919704289289832144</id><published>2009-01-11T16:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:35:24.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>You’re my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;You sweeten up my life&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you dedication&lt;br /&gt;If you learn to compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So save tomorrow for me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll remember you for life&lt;br /&gt;At times you think you’re ugly&lt;br /&gt;But damn you’re beautiful inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, woah, ah hah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, woah, ah hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep smiling and shining&lt;br /&gt;You’re like a star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You’re amazing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And you look wonderful tonight&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever fall to pieces or crumble deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll never know this&lt;br /&gt;Is that right? That's right&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key to my survival&lt;br /&gt;You feed me with your light&lt;br /&gt;The skies they speak of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Over things that’s left undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take away my weakness&lt;br /&gt;Let love and hate collide&lt;br /&gt;At times I’m lost and lonely&lt;br /&gt;But then you fill me up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Gu_O3GIzdy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Gu_O3GIzdy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#66ccffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=Gu_O3GIzdy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=Gu_O3GIzdy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=Gu_O3GIzdy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=Gu_O3GIzdy" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/Gu_O3GIzdy/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/hMbmTHVk/najib-siddik-inspiration-acoustic/"&gt;Inspiration (Acoustic) - Najib Siddik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-919704289289832144?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/919704289289832144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=919704289289832144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/919704289289832144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/919704289289832144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-6078829605131087003</id><published>2009-01-01T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:14:25.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't Let You Down</title><content type='html'>The train halts, a screeching sound&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late, my bag’s twenty pounds&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in class again&lt;br /&gt;You heard my name, detention’s a pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling hard just for a pass&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure 25 out of 50’s not bad&lt;br /&gt;All these books are hurting my brain&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a genius and geeks are lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t take long for me to realise&lt;br /&gt;That life is but a journey, a mountain I must climb&lt;br /&gt;Still learning, still yearning&lt;br /&gt;Its time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me opportunity, a chance to prove myself&lt;br /&gt;I will try my very best and fight till the end&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won’t let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 2 ‘o clock, saved by the bell&lt;br /&gt;My History teacher’s straight from hell&lt;br /&gt;Writing essays, one by one&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinate, I should be done by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zt2Re35T2P/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zt2Re35T2P/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#66ccffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=zt2Re35T2P"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=zt2Re35T2P"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=zt2Re35T2P"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=zt2Re35T2P"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/zt2Re35T2P/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/fyDxMIqT/mohd_najib_wont_let_you_down/"&gt;Wont Let You Down - Mohd Najib&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-6078829605131087003?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/6078829605131087003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=6078829605131087003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6078829605131087003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6078829605131087003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2009/01/wont-let-you-down.html' title='Won&apos;t Let You Down'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-6878563684850069541</id><published>2008-12-30T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:58:42.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears from a Vampire</title><content type='html'>Shadows overcast the ground as I spread my wings for you&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the very sound of your voice that speaks the truth&lt;br /&gt;Your scent it lingers in the air, how I wish that you were here&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that you were here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from a vampire&lt;br /&gt;Block me from the sun&lt;br /&gt;Tears from a vampire&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who makes you think that you can fly?&lt;br /&gt;Do I make you feel alive?&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is bittersweet, I crave for just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;The angels speak, the angels cry. I’m a fallen angel now.&lt;br /&gt;I held you close, I pulled you near, yet its wrong for me to care&lt;br /&gt;It’s so wrong for me to care for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Qb2Ol2p14T/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Qb2Ol2p14T/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#66ccffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=Qb2Ol2p14T"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=Qb2Ol2p14T"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=Qb2Ol2p14T"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=Qb2Ol2p14T"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/Qb2Ol2p14T/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/D2eaqV3L/tears_from_a_vampire_acousticmp3/"&gt;Tears from a Vampire (Acoustic).mp3 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-6878563684850069541?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/6878563684850069541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=6878563684850069541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6878563684850069541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6878563684850069541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2008/12/tears-from-vampire.html' title='Tears from a Vampire'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-300455436183453348</id><published>2008-12-10T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:10:22.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only One For Me</title><content type='html'>You don't even know that I exist&lt;div&gt;But I've got you at the top of my list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you have to tell those lies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're the apple of my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is to simple a word to express how I feel for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt so many nights but will my dreams come true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look into your eyes, I realise that you're the only one for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Again, I forgot the 2nd verse and bridge... This was written and recorded on tape in 2000. Yes, the kind you play on a Walkman. I know its a cheesy song but as far as I can recall, some of my school mates loved it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-300455436183453348?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/300455436183453348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=300455436183453348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/300455436183453348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/300455436183453348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-one-for-me.html' title='Only One For Me'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-1533134241855049456</id><published>2008-12-10T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:01:03.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Return</title><content type='html'>Cup runneth over&lt;div&gt;The universe calls me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts my eyes to see it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts my mouth to say it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain engulfs me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psycho-analysing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that I am broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a wheel that wont turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the turning sun, by the turning sun, by the turning sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tunnel it has no light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, we all die out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too late, too soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To run and hide away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the messenger comes, there is no return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Darn... I totally forgot the 2nd verse. Back in 1999, I performed this song with my first band 'Stormy Passage (what a stupid name... haha...) at Youth Park. We were clad in white shirt and khaki pants (like a boy band! hahahaha...) We redeemed ourselves by playing an improved version at SAJC family day in 2000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-1533134241855049456?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/1533134241855049456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=1533134241855049456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1533134241855049456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/1533134241855049456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-return.html' title='No Return'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-6169947015635872230</id><published>2008-12-09T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:57:02.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The City Never Sleeps</title><content type='html'>Your coffee’s getting cold&lt;br /&gt;And I think I’m getting old&lt;br /&gt;As I wait to see you here&lt;br /&gt;I can feel that you’re sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the darkened skies&lt;br /&gt;I sing to you this lullaby&lt;br /&gt;You know the city never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;From faraway I hear you weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;Baby don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my angel in disguise&lt;br /&gt;You know you brighten up my life&lt;br /&gt;Keep me safe and keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;In the cold December night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I turned and walked away&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured its not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I’m just waiting for the day&lt;br /&gt;For the day you’re in my arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;Baby don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight &lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dPn6auBZWo/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dPn6auBZWo/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#66ccffE6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=dPn6auBZWo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=dPn6auBZWo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=dPn6auBZWo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=dPn6auBZWo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/dPn6auBZWo/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/ed4rAiuw/mohd_najib_the_city_never_sleeps/"&gt;The City Never Sleeps - Mohd Najib&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-6169947015635872230?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/6169947015635872230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=6169947015635872230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6169947015635872230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/6169947015635872230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2008/12/city-never-sleeps.html' title='The City Never Sleeps'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-4364741111464626854</id><published>2008-12-08T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:49:44.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Down</title><content type='html'>Slipping through my fingers once again&lt;div&gt;You crawl through my veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You got me hypnotised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing still against the test of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'll never know the meaning of this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with every line, I hope to keep you strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I am falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling from the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wings to keep me flying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go easy on the lying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I... I am falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I won't die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't die... No...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-4364741111464626854?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/4364741111464626854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=4364741111464626854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4364741111464626854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/4364741111464626854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2008/12/falling-down.html' title='Falling Down'/><author><name>nj</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-2290498211298999856.post-7557485630749112810</id><published>2008-11-30T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:03:55.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You (Like Crazy)</title><content type='html'>Are you tired of running?&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of chasing all your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m your breeding ground of hatred&lt;br /&gt;I’m your perfect sense of comfort&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on how you perceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t define&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain everything I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m your silent wheel of fortune&lt;br /&gt;Complicated, maladjusted&lt;br /&gt;It’s difficult, it’s difficult, it’s difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VQNKo_uv-0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VQNKo_uv-0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=66ccff&amp;primaryColor=003366&amp;secondaryColor=3366cc&amp;linkColor=336699"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/yM7268y/music/jlfRXrlg/mohd_najib_i_miss_you_like_crazy/"&gt;I Miss You (Like Crazy) - Mohd Najib&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290498211298999856-7557485630749112810?l=bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/feeds/7557485630749112810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2290498211298999856&amp;postID=7557485630749112810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7557485630749112810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2290498211298999856/posts/default/7557485630749112810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedroomacoustic.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-you-like-crazy.html' title='I Miss You (Like Crazy)'/><author><name>nj</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>
