<?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-2387030317413351132</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:06:58.351+08:00</updated><category term='happy'/><category term='mood-swing'/><category term='stress'/><title type='text'>loveEvaScar</title><subtitle type='html'>fact, truth and serious talk. no jokes. no fancy. no monkeys around. just lame old borink letters tat make up phrase/sentences. or even words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aDREAMerline_loveEvaScar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03126933737215090952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SxGBZVbln5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/AzA_U0CTGKY/S220/4+ol+those+times+u+stood+by+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387030317413351132.post-1643438158941266369</id><published>2010-01-14T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:18:57.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OJ Da Juiceman - Make Da Trap Say Ay! .mp3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://passionweiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/1-01-make-da-trap-say-ay-remix-f.mp3"&gt;OJ Da Juiceman - Make Da Trap Say Ay! .mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387030317413351132-1643438158941266369?l=loveevascar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://passionweiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/1-01-make-da-trap-say-ay-remix-f.mp3' title='OJ Da Juiceman - Make Da Trap Say Ay! .mp3'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/feeds/1643438158941266369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2010/01/oj-da-juiceman-make-da-trap-say-ay-mp3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/1643438158941266369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/1643438158941266369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2010/01/oj-da-juiceman-make-da-trap-say-ay-mp3.html' title='OJ Da Juiceman - Make Da Trap Say Ay! .mp3'/><author><name>aDREAMerline_loveEvaScar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03126933737215090952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SxGBZVbln5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/AzA_U0CTGKY/S220/4+ol+those+times+u+stood+by+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387030317413351132.post-1786181190561058125</id><published>2009-12-16T17:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:23:06.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>DANCE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyimwNGN1YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LdkEDuYF-nc/s1600-h/Photo290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415761898992686466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyimwNGN1YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LdkEDuYF-nc/s200/Photo290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyimZnF5z9I/AAAAAAAAACI/wodwZIGnVl0/s1600-h/Photo278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415761510833704914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyimZnF5z9I/AAAAAAAAACI/wodwZIGnVl0/s200/Photo278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;REHEARSING DANCE.................. fer this weekend show.. soo excited!!!! very2... am looking forward fer that performance, but nervous at the same time.. hahax!!!! omg!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gtg now.. must be there by 1930.. &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/2387030317413351132-1786181190561058125?l=loveevascar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/feeds/1786181190561058125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2009/12/dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/1786181190561058125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/1786181190561058125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2009/12/dance.html' title='DANCE!!!!!!'/><author><name>aDREAMerline_loveEvaScar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03126933737215090952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SxGBZVbln5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/AzA_U0CTGKY/S220/4+ol+those+times+u+stood+by+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyimwNGN1YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LdkEDuYF-nc/s72-c/Photo290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387030317413351132.post-4858816028119479804</id><published>2009-12-13T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:51:07.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finishing line... the days..the times.. the moments... we had togetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyURecxq42I/AAAAAAAAABw/VUdG5T3DLF8/s1600-h/me+n+mdm+lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414753341801161570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyURecxq42I/AAAAAAAAABw/VUdG5T3DLF8/s200/me+n+mdm+lee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyURKTjPjjI/AAAAAAAAABo/VAvSgreFQTg/s1600-h/our+beloved+ms+juli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414752995727347250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyURKTjPjjI/AAAAAAAAABo/VAvSgreFQTg/s320/our+beloved+ms+juli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyUKqlHJwUI/AAAAAAAAABg/fven-h6V2ts/s1600-h/all+of+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414745853615784258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyUKqlHJwUI/AAAAAAAAABg/fven-h6V2ts/s320/all+of+us.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we go on, we remember.. all the times we had together.... I would like to take this opportunity to thanked the nursing lecturers who had taught me nursing skills, and the class advisors who had taken me before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout these two years in Nursing course, i had seen changes in me. I still remembered the time when my first advisor told me straight to my face that my body language was very strong and that i have to change. i could not denied it because i had received a lot of comments from some others who did not know me, saying that i looked 'ignorant', or the malay say 'kayrek', typical &lt;em&gt;minah-looked &lt;/em&gt;when the first time they saw me during my year one in nursing. At first i was shocked to hear that coming out from my own advisor but after awhile, i tookt it in a positve way. I know that she meant business, haha. And i know she wanted the best for myself. I must changed, I really need to. So, from then onwards, i tried my very best. Until i heard from her that ive changed into a better and positive person. i was glad to hear that. Up to now. But... one thing i hate the most, was whenever we did something good, after ive changed, now people tried to step onto our head.. thinking that we were weak to fight back. i just kept quiet. but nisa, until when nisa.... (IF U UNDERSTAND, THEN THATS GUD, if not,just pretend to noe..hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just say this that, within these two years in Nursing course i really had learnt not little but a lot from different aspects.. they really taught us how to be patient when in tough situations. worth all the stress. &lt;strong&gt;kata orang tu:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biar susah dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2afef72e2122f5d" 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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2afef72e2122f5d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329998324%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36EFF88436920376B189D87B1863562164AAAD37.53172F3C99D2E7BC7BF8CF02F82A548CBB0B4728%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2afef72e2122f5d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr6wy6VVaGHH9KSf9FRKJuzpQm3c&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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2afef72e2122f5d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329998324%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36EFF88436920376B189D87B1863562164AAAD37.53172F3C99D2E7BC7BF8CF02F82A548CBB0B4728%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2afef72e2122f5d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr6wy6VVaGHH9KSf9FRKJuzpQm3c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387030317413351132-4858816028119479804?l=loveevascar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/feeds/4858816028119479804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2009/12/finishing-line-daysthe-times-moments-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/4858816028119479804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/4858816028119479804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2009/12/finishing-line-daysthe-times-moments-we.html' title='finishing line... the days..the times.. the moments... we had togetta'/><author><name>aDREAMerline_loveEvaScar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03126933737215090952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SxGBZVbln5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/AzA_U0CTGKY/S220/4+ol+those+times+u+stood+by+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SyURecxq42I/AAAAAAAAABw/VUdG5T3DLF8/s72-c/me+n+mdm+lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387030317413351132.post-6182085990112381506</id><published>2009-12-06T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:02:48.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Overcome those consuming stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SxvUIbMc-rI/AAAAAAAAABY/BUF3ksnS0f0/s1600-h/u+were+my+strength+wen+i+was+weak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412152618419813042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SxvUIbMc-rI/AAAAAAAAABY/BUF3ksnS0f0/s320/u+were+my+strength+wen+i+was+weak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the world seems out to get you. The bills haven't been paid, deadlines at work are tight and your bathroom plumbing has sprung a leak. You're up to youe neck with a whole pile of things to do and ou may feel like giving up. Everyone has felt like this at some point; stress is normal and has comes hand-in-hand with the hectic pace of our society. While a pressure injects a sense of urgency and sharpens our focus on the task at hand, too much stress is detrimental to the mind and body and may ruin our relationships with those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately ive been thinking bout.... idk.. idk wad hpn to me. i just feel restless, dun feel like doing anything, fatigue, lethargic. i dun feel gud abt ma self and idk y. ANiway, good news to hear tat im gonna pass out soon!!! jyeah baby! its like tiz week, tiz fri.. oh no! t think back, i just cant believe tat everyting just happened so fast the time flies so quickly w/o us realising we r graduating soon. at last! but also, at the same time, gonna miss those moments we had togetta, the time we got scolding frm lecturers... tis will be the time fer us to think back, hw grateful we r to have lectures like dem.. dey r very knowledgable, educated, fun, loving and understanding. the best of all teachers tt i eva had! im proud of dem. thx sooo much lectures, advisors, we love u!!! Much appreciate every single thing that u had sacrificed fer us students. Holidays a/w.... yawwwnnn!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387030317413351132-6182085990112381506?l=loveevascar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/feeds/6182085990112381506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2009/12/overcome-those-consuming-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/6182085990112381506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/6182085990112381506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2009/12/overcome-those-consuming-stress.html' title='Overcome those consuming stress'/><author><name>aDREAMerline_loveEvaScar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03126933737215090952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SxGBZVbln5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/AzA_U0CTGKY/S220/4+ol+those+times+u+stood+by+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SxvUIbMc-rI/AAAAAAAAABY/BUF3ksnS0f0/s72-c/u+were+my+strength+wen+i+was+weak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387030317413351132.post-1056113762191921779</id><published>2009-11-29T02:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T03:07:10.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i still remembered every single thing that happened on the day i was hurt badly by that 'someone'. I am not going to reveal the person in details because it it is way too personal for me to say it out. unless you know me very well, u should be guessing who. i was too shocked to fight back at that moment because i still have that mindset that 'someone' is still a someone to me no matter how bad 'someone' is. feelings of anger, sad, and frustration all mixed up. all i did was to cry and cry and said the word repeatedly. i was really f'ked up, damn annoying i was just stunned by all the words that the someone said.. frens at work noticed the different in me, even my 'boss'. it was that bad until it made me not going home straight after my work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo bad until i even dared went to my besties place. til night... til dawn... til morning.... til afternoon... this im gonna say that i really felt great and happy to the max when im wif ma fren. made me laugh, and forget about my problems. relax... seriously had loads of fun. way different compared to im being all alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back home den, again i faced that kinda situation where i kept thinking and depressed.  worse still, that day was Hari Raya Haj. i dont even feel the mood of the festive...  til now, the impact is still great, i could always start thinking and reflect all over again, everything... that made me a very trauma experience. actually, this was not the first time. ive been keeping quiet all tis while. and sometimes, seeing those teens outside, my frns, happily, with easy life, just made me feel jealoous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387030317413351132-1056113762191921779?l=loveevascar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/feeds/1056113762191921779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-still-remembered-every-single-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/1056113762191921779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/1056113762191921779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-still-remembered-every-single-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>aDREAMerline_loveEvaScar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03126933737215090952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_722UuVQKIcM/SxGBZVbln5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/AzA_U0CTGKY/S220/4+ol+those+times+u+stood+by+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2387030317413351132.post-909408638657960818</id><published>2009-09-13T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T05:58:10.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood-swing'/><title type='text'>&amp;&amp; tiz is all about myself</title><content type='html'>This is your one and only chance to really get to know me well&lt;br /&gt;And automatically take me more seriously&lt;br /&gt;I know I tried to deny what they're saying about me&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that it's all true, though I never wanted it to&lt;br /&gt;To work against me this way, they openly condemn me&lt;br /&gt;it's just the way that things go, so I hereby declare&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me carefully, there's something you should know about me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about other people&lt;br /&gt;I doesnt't't necessarily mean that I am an asshole&lt;br /&gt;Though to describe my personality, were getting awfully close&lt;br /&gt;I cover up the truth, the words that I seek are used to find excuses&lt;br /&gt;For the pain that I cause, for the cause of my own good&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me carefully, there's something you should know about me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about other people&lt;br /&gt;don't fear what you're about to hear, cold words as they pass my lips&lt;br /&gt;Im not who I wanna be, I am on an ego trip&lt;br /&gt;Really not who I wanna be, I am on, on an ego trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2387030317413351132-909408638657960818?l=loveevascar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/feeds/909408638657960818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiz-is-all-about-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/909408638657960818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2387030317413351132/posts/default/909408638657960818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveevascar.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiz-is-all-about-myself.html' title='&amp;&amp; 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