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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-6898761526780000448</id><published>2009-10-29T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:11:32.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c6zKsppWk58/SumwndCE4sI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fUy1qtM7Uzs/s1600-h/3804653809_7e3e06b9e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c6zKsppWk58/SumwndCE4sI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fUy1qtM7Uzs/s200/3804653809_7e3e06b9e6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398039820234973890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling as though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's been waiting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all in vain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems the one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She trusted so dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tears sweep away&lt;div&gt;The broken debris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That were once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hopes and dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear filling up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pit of her stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come storm clouds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Threatening, dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith once strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now so jaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colourful dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That gradually faded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh pray that light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peeks through a cloud,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rays warm up her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray that I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could be that light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a wrong a right.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-6898761526780000448?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6898761526780000448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-115988862050919703</id><published>2006-10-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:20:53.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adieu my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I bid you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;As of today&lt;br /&gt;The poet has died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will come&lt;br /&gt;To life once more&lt;br /&gt;When true freedom&lt;br /&gt;Knocks upon his door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-115988862050919703?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115988862050919703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=115988862050919703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115988862050919703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115988862050919703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/10/adieu-my-friends-i-bid-you-goodbye-as.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-115685838010995964</id><published>2006-08-29T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:45:28.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats making me this way,&lt;br /&gt;Whats pulling me away&lt;br /&gt;From the sun into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Recesses of my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiling in a pot,&lt;br /&gt;A brew of hate so hot,&lt;br /&gt;Bubbling and splutterin&lt;br /&gt;It scalds me from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know how he came to be&lt;br /&gt;This devil in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh what could ever set me free&lt;br /&gt;I feel Im going blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its carved on the bark of the tree of Eden&lt;br /&gt;Written in bold on the walls of shame&lt;br /&gt;Shackled and gagged the spirits of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Am I the one to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me all alone&lt;br /&gt;Im scared of what Id find&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce the years before&lt;br /&gt;Ive something left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the burning fades&lt;br /&gt;Into a glowing ember&lt;br /&gt;To cold lonely ashes&lt;br /&gt;Disintegrate forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad blue of the deepest hue&lt;br /&gt;The reason for Ive not a clue&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I know that is true&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt have made it without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its carved on the bark of the tree of Eden,&lt;br /&gt;Written in bold on the walls of shame&lt;br /&gt;Shackled and gagged the spirits of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Its all set to drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;To drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;To drive me insane..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-115685838010995964?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115685838010995964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=115685838010995964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115685838010995964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115685838010995964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-making-me-this-way-whats-pulling.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-115651029365975621</id><published>2006-08-25T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:51:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the still of the night,&lt;br /&gt;Under pale moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;The barking dogs echoing&lt;br /&gt;While angels take flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new kind of fear&lt;br /&gt;Has come to this town&lt;br /&gt;Winds sweeping it near,&lt;br /&gt;So its homeward bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff the chill in the air&lt;br /&gt;There's a frightened boy there&lt;br /&gt;Shivers run through his spine&lt;br /&gt;But he's too scared for cryin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama please come to me now&lt;br /&gt;The devil plants thoughts in me now&lt;br /&gt;The moon it flickers in the sky&lt;br /&gt;As thousands of blazing fires fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sickly feel&lt;br /&gt;Miserably ill&lt;br /&gt;A birthing pain&lt;br /&gt;The boy is slain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessness swirls&lt;br /&gt;Licking at my feet&lt;br /&gt;And soon I drown&lt;br /&gt;In a sea of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneering sly but knowing no better&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic attempt at chasing the hatter&lt;br /&gt;Left lost in the smile of the cheshire&lt;br /&gt;Fading footfalls of my pitter-patter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-115469397857885504</id><published>2006-08-04T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:19:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you love for being there,&lt;br /&gt;The understanding loving care.&lt;br /&gt;The way that you can make me feel,&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing that compares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;Eternal bliss&lt;br /&gt;They're right on top&lt;br /&gt;Of my wishlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Sweet nectar&lt;br /&gt;Still lingering on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent of you&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicating,&lt;br /&gt;More so than any rum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you here&lt;br /&gt;Its crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength&lt;br /&gt;You quell my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute's embrace&lt;br /&gt;Lost in space&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could stop time&lt;br /&gt;Just to gaze at your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me hard now,&lt;br /&gt;Softly, gently,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight now,&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze me, tenderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute more is all I ask&lt;br /&gt;And after that another.&lt;br /&gt;One more dance, yet one more song&lt;br /&gt;Let minutes last forever.. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-115469397857885504?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115469397857885504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=115469397857885504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115469397857885504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115469397857885504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you-love-for-being-there.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-115253651597036822</id><published>2006-07-10T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:02:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When nothing i could say&lt;br /&gt;Would make it any better&lt;br /&gt;When no sunlight can peek&lt;br /&gt;Through the gloomy weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so small,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a tiny flea.&lt;br /&gt;That i cant break your fall,&lt;br /&gt;Helpless as a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sight of you could warm my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Melt all my worries away.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry im not half as good&lt;br /&gt;At keeping your troubles at bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all this, Ill have you know&lt;br /&gt;One very important thing.&lt;br /&gt;That youre not all on your own,&lt;br /&gt;Swinging on your swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im right here behind you dear,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling everything.&lt;br /&gt;When you come down ill push you up,&lt;br /&gt;Keep pushing on your swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEER UP FATTY! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-115253651597036822?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115253651597036822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=115253651597036822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115253651597036822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115253651597036822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-nothing-i-could-say-would-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-115038777333942659</id><published>2006-06-16T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:09:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The photos too little,&lt;br /&gt;I've memorised them all&lt;br /&gt;They're stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;They're all i recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolatte's in my fridge,&lt;br /&gt;It's waiting for you now&lt;br /&gt;Unless I get hungry&lt;br /&gt;Hear my stomach growl? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 crazy days you've been away&lt;br /&gt;At last you're coming back today&lt;br /&gt;Now everything will be okay&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby how i hope we'll stay&lt;br /&gt;This way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-115038777333942659?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115038777333942659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=115038777333942659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115038777333942659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115038777333942659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/06/photos-too-little-ive-memorised-them.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-115035385934366716</id><published>2006-06-15T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:44:19.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Counting down the days&lt;br /&gt;Till youre coming home&lt;br /&gt;Counting all the ways&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day i add a little more,&lt;br /&gt;To how much&lt;br /&gt;I missed you&lt;br /&gt;I need a warehouse to store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pen it down,&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep some here&lt;br /&gt;Try to express&lt;br /&gt;What i hold dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 hours more to go,&lt;br /&gt;It seems more like years&lt;br /&gt;Time passes too slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-115035385934366716?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115035385934366716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=115035385934366716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115035385934366716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115035385934366716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/06/counting-down-days-till-youre-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-115035372638625008</id><published>2006-06-14T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:42:06.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look ahead, its a hazy blur&lt;br /&gt;Full of uncertainty, full of fear&lt;br /&gt;But take my hand, We'll walk to the end&lt;br /&gt;Past the haze and into the clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it work girl,&lt;br /&gt;Tommy and I&lt;br /&gt;In our own little world&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from this place&lt;br /&gt;Of breakups and heartaches&lt;br /&gt;To one where true&lt;br /&gt;Love always waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;We'll fly to our land&lt;br /&gt;Where you'll be my girl&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be your man (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-115035372638625008?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115035372638625008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=115035372638625008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115035372638625008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115035372638625008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-ahead-its-hazy-blur-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-115035333987598280</id><published>2006-06-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:12:10.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been up to thinking,&lt;br /&gt;I've been up to missing&lt;br /&gt;Why the nights seem&lt;br /&gt;So endlessly long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness before me&lt;br /&gt;Vast stretches of empty&lt;br /&gt;Is all I feel&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and staring at&lt;br /&gt;The heart on my wall&lt;br /&gt;Clasp my phone tight&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that you called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that absence&lt;br /&gt;Makes a heart grow fonder&lt;br /&gt;But I so miss you presence&lt;br /&gt;Dont want you gone no longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-115035333987598280?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/115035333987598280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=115035333987598280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115035333987598280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/115035333987598280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-up-to-thinking-ive-been-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-114986717567088282</id><published>2006-06-09T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:32:55.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're vain beacause&lt;br /&gt;you're ugly inside&lt;br /&gt;and it scares you&lt;br /&gt;when it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bully others&lt;br /&gt;because you're weak&lt;br /&gt;you need others&lt;br /&gt;to seem weaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at others&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're insecure&lt;br /&gt;If they're the fool&lt;br /&gt;You cant be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout because&lt;br /&gt;Youre afraid&lt;br /&gt;that no one&lt;br /&gt;cares to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop to question&lt;br /&gt;have you ever&lt;br /&gt;been any of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you who&lt;br /&gt;you really think you are&lt;br /&gt;Or but a&lt;br /&gt;pretentious liar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-114986717567088282?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/114986717567088282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=114986717567088282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/114986717567088282'/><link rel='self' 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around&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, circling, hear its heart pound.&lt;br /&gt;Like the dad who gives his son a scorpion,&lt;br /&gt;Like the friends who dope my drink with poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im weary, so wary, all of the time now&lt;br /&gt;Its scary, too many, theyre closing in now&lt;br /&gt;Its time, will it be fight or flight&lt;br /&gt;Waiting sleepless, it may come day or night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going crazy, slain by no other,&lt;br /&gt;But myself, with all the paranoia,&lt;br /&gt;So break down, gather myself together,&lt;br /&gt;Calm down, hype up as mad as a hatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a mirror to watch my back&lt;br /&gt;As I go,&lt;br /&gt;This fear just grips me,&lt;br /&gt;and takes control&lt;br /&gt;When the lights go off&lt;br /&gt;and the darkness comes&lt;br /&gt;I just sit and pray&lt;br /&gt;Clasp together my palms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it all away, free me from these chains,&lt;br /&gt;of enslavement, theyre screwing up my brains&lt;br /&gt;I want out, im spinning outta control,&lt;br /&gt;Give me back myself so I can make me whole..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-114597445033914741?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/114597445033914741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=114597445033914741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/114597445033914741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/114597445033914741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-paranoid-of-every-sight-and-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-114407638301171759</id><published>2006-04-03T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:59:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blood and mud upon my face,&lt;br /&gt;Disillusioned with time and place.&lt;br /&gt;Theres no running away&lt;br /&gt;It haunts me night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up each morning&lt;br /&gt;In a twilight zone,&lt;br /&gt;Seems so different&lt;br /&gt;This place I've known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has something since changed?&lt;br /&gt;It all feels so strange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i find myself looking down,&lt;br /&gt;At my own body on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;They've all come and gathered round,&lt;br /&gt;Crying and wailing but i hear no sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug me, kiss me, will you miss me&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here but you cant see me&lt;br /&gt;Just a memory,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet memory..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-114407638301171759?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/114407638301171759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=114407638301171759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/114407638301171759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/114407638301171759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/04/blood-and-mud-upon-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-114338262599667621</id><published>2006-03-26T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:17:06.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybodys fighting&lt;br /&gt;Our own small battles.&lt;br /&gt;Reward for bravery, yo,&lt;br /&gt;A shiny medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pursure a dream&lt;br /&gt;No one sees but you&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever give it up,&lt;br /&gt;To your heart be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the times get hard,&lt;br /&gt;And the odds stack against you,&lt;br /&gt;Dont be no crying&lt;br /&gt;Dont be feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause its the challenge&lt;br /&gt;Thats makes a dream so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;To have succeeded where&lt;br /&gt;Others have conceeded defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture instead the victory in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Taste it, feel it, now go back in time, to&lt;br /&gt;The present, remembering success' sweet taste,&lt;br /&gt;Dont let none of your efforts go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hour of glorification is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;Will you crumble and fall?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you take a stand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-114338262599667621?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/114338262599667621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=114338262599667621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/114338262599667621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/114338262599667621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/03/everybodys-fighting-our-own-small.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-113871214146705691</id><published>2006-01-31T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:55:41.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you blind to all Im doing,&lt;br /&gt;Are you deaf to all I say?&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart so unfeeling,&lt;br /&gt;That you turn and walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me here crying,&lt;br /&gt;Oceans full of tears&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is dying,&lt;br /&gt;To numb all my fears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing out to you now,&lt;br /&gt;What Im afraid to say,&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;How you light up my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a warmth inside me growing,&lt;br /&gt;That Ive never felt that way,&lt;br /&gt;I guess its the love flowin,&lt;br /&gt;Throughout all my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost all sense and reason,&lt;br /&gt;This treason to my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Just going with the feelin,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing out to you now,&lt;br /&gt;What Im afraid to say,&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;How you light up my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant take it any longer,&lt;br /&gt;Its driving me insane,&lt;br /&gt;Love was never stronger,&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing out to you now,&lt;br /&gt;What Im afraid to say,&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;How you light up my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you hear this song,&lt;br /&gt;Try to play along,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be more right,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be more wrong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-113871214146705691?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/113871214146705691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=113871214146705691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/113871214146705691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/113871214146705691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-blind-to-all-im-doing-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-113664342570600603</id><published>2006-01-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:17:05.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was living my life just fine&lt;br /&gt;When you crept up from behind&lt;br /&gt;And stole my heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i cant understand&lt;br /&gt;How I'd been living up till then&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights now seem so lonely&lt;br /&gt;The days cold melancholy&lt;br /&gt;Every second my hearts&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain's running through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing logical explains&lt;br /&gt;The blue that i feel&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did i ever do&lt;br /&gt;To deserve what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew what you do&lt;br /&gt;If only you felt what i feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-113664342570600603?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/113664342570600603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=113664342570600603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/113664342570600603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/113664342570600603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-living-my-life-just-fine-when.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-113527074977527980</id><published>2005-12-23T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:59:09.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flippantly carelessly&lt;br /&gt;Used so randomly&lt;br /&gt;Love these days&lt;br /&gt;Seems such a fallacy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager young souls&lt;br /&gt;So quick to declare&lt;br /&gt;That tingling sensation,&lt;br /&gt;True love in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plunging head first&lt;br /&gt;In a drunken stupor&lt;br /&gt;Heat of the moment&lt;br /&gt;And soon its over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty the streets&lt;br /&gt;Where true love seeks&lt;br /&gt;A world too weak&lt;br /&gt;A heart too meek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plucken the courage&lt;br /&gt;To pursue&lt;br /&gt;That which is lasting &lt;br /&gt;And is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-113527074977527980?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/113527074977527980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=113527074977527980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/113527074977527980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/113527074977527980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/12/flippantly-carelessly-used-so-randomly.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-113343708834871927</id><published>2005-12-01T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:38:08.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mama was feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;After getting a call from school.&lt;br /&gt;Tried thinking back on&lt;br /&gt;What i could have done wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the naughty things ,&lt;br /&gt;I'd been doing for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i say,&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do,&lt;br /&gt;What you gonne do,&lt;br /&gt;When your past&lt;br /&gt;Catches up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to ask my mom,&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't wanna talk.&lt;br /&gt;Hate the feeling when&lt;br /&gt;Shes cold as a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However well i cover up,&lt;br /&gt;I always leave a clue.&lt;br /&gt;Incriminating evidence,&lt;br /&gt;On what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the naughty things,&lt;br /&gt;I'd been doing for so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i say,&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do,&lt;br /&gt;What you gonne do,&lt;br /&gt;When your past&lt;br /&gt;Catches up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good boy kid,&lt;br /&gt;Don't play the fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-113343708834871927?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/113343708834871927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=113343708834871927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/113343708834871927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/113343708834871927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-mama-was-feeling-blue-after-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-113207902253882442</id><published>2005-11-16T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:23:42.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live fast die young&lt;br /&gt;Dun wana grow old&lt;br /&gt;Get high on life&lt;br /&gt;Then pass out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion confusion&lt;br /&gt;A drunken stupor&lt;br /&gt;Commotion explosion&lt;br /&gt;Puking in the sewer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing away&lt;br /&gt;Night and day&lt;br /&gt;Chuck that work&lt;br /&gt;Its hardcore play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live for the moment&lt;br /&gt;The past dont matter,&lt;br /&gt;The future's a blur,&lt;br /&gt;And soon its here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know no fear,&lt;br /&gt;No limitations.&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself&lt;br /&gt;No imitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live fast die young&lt;br /&gt;Dun wana grow old&lt;br /&gt;Get high on life&lt;br /&gt;Then pass out cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-113207902253882442?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/113207902253882442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=113207902253882442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/113207902253882442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/113207902253882442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/11/live-fast-die-young-dun-wana-grow-old.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112928838739561065</id><published>2005-10-14T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T19:13:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Its a dangerous world.&lt;br /&gt;Where terrorists bomb,&lt;br /&gt;And hurricanes twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mend your ways&lt;br /&gt;For the end is near&lt;br /&gt;The world is dying,&lt;br /&gt;While Satan cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray tonight,&lt;br /&gt;This sinful plight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast out devils,&lt;br /&gt;Burn in sin,&lt;br /&gt;The faith and hope&lt;br /&gt;Comes from within,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny glow,&lt;br /&gt;A love that flows,&lt;br /&gt;So now you know,&lt;br /&gt;Come on lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to hate,&lt;br /&gt;Love to love,&lt;br /&gt;All it takes,&lt;br /&gt;Blessings from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray tonight,&lt;br /&gt;This sinful plight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast out devils,&lt;br /&gt;Burn in sin,&lt;br /&gt;The faith and hope&lt;br /&gt;Comes from within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112928838739561065?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112928838739561065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112928838739561065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112928838739561065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112928838739561065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-my-friend-its-dangerous-world.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112843389183315825</id><published>2005-10-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:51:31.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GDLUCK TO ALL YOU POOR PEOPLE TAKING O LEVELS.! haha. and good luck to the rest of us taking eoys. may the force be with you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112843389183315825?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112843389183315825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112843389183315825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112843389183315825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112843389183315825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/10/gdluck-to-all-you-poor-people-taking-o.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112774511062353419</id><published>2005-09-26T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:31:50.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting across you,&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at your face.&lt;br /&gt;Melting in my seat,&lt;br /&gt;My heart's outta place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind catches your hair,&lt;br /&gt;And twirls it about,&lt;br /&gt;Whilst inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is doing somersaults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see me lookin at u,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm looking away?&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm keeping quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much i actually wana say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glow on your face,&lt;br /&gt;So innocent and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Flawless perfection,&lt;br /&gt;From head to feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That flawlessness and purity&lt;br /&gt;I could never match,&lt;br /&gt;Like every fisherman's&lt;br /&gt;Unattainable dream catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a dream it is,&lt;br /&gt;And a dream it shall be,&lt;br /&gt;Lest you say the words&lt;br /&gt;To set my heart free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112774511062353419?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112774511062353419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112774511062353419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll ride the coulds,&lt;br /&gt;Under twinkling night sky,&lt;br /&gt;Touch the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;Blissful paradise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Float back down into&lt;br /&gt;A bed of red roses,&lt;br /&gt;Get high on the scent,&lt;br /&gt;Filling out noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get lost in the moment,&lt;br /&gt;Freeze time for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything just&lt;br /&gt;To see your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise this to you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the gentle moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes, whatever commotion,&lt;br /&gt;Wont come between us n sugarcandy mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112695244513163190?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112695244513163190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112695244513163190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112695244513163190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112695244513163190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/09/sugarcandy-mountain-where-its-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112449995893337287</id><published>2005-08-20T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T09:05:58.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Will not be updating for quite awhile...time to turn on the intellectual side and mugmugmug. Gd luck to all taking tests!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112449995893337287?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112449995893337287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112449995893337287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112449995893337287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112449995893337287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112391419134739576</id><published>2005-08-13T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:44:54.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey baby girl,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you's my world.&lt;br /&gt;You leave me heart thumpin,&lt;br /&gt;And my mind in a twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you around yeah,&lt;br /&gt;You get me high,&lt;br /&gt;And we have so much fun,&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most important is,&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing doin,&lt;br /&gt;To get you outta my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause youre da sugar rush,&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me goin,&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my veins,&lt;br /&gt;All o'er my body flowin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you leave darlin,&lt;br /&gt;Or my heart'll stop pumpin.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna have you knowin,&lt;br /&gt;I love ya baby doll, youre golden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112391419134739576?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112391419134739576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112391419134739576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112391419134739576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112391419134739576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-baby-girl-yeah-yous-my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112325224352363011</id><published>2005-08-05T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:30:43.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rotting souls no saint could save,&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade beneath a pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;A society built on plastic,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts turned colder than the Artic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of riches, fame and poster girls,&lt;br /&gt;This superficial, material world.&lt;br /&gt;False pretences, a tired smile,&lt;br /&gt;Been livin up a lie all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows take a different shape,&lt;br /&gt;Of what we've been trying to fake.&lt;br /&gt;Where inner beauty hides away,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to see the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fake smile's tired,&lt;br /&gt;The latest; outdated,&lt;br /&gt;The dollar notes faded,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling so jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Melt these frozen hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Smile a crooked smile for me,&lt;br /&gt;A crooked smile for the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112325224352363011?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112325224352363011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112325224352363011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112325224352363011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112325224352363011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/08/rotting-souls-no-saint-could-save.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112307754492125580</id><published>2005-08-03T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:59:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So life just got tough on you,&lt;br /&gt;It played a cruel trick,&lt;br /&gt;Made you look like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;All lost and scared dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Forget it all.&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your guardian angel,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if someone took down all the road signs,&lt;br /&gt;And if you feel like you're going blind,&lt;br /&gt;And you need someone to lead the way,&lt;br /&gt;To stay through the eerie night till its day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Forget it all.&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into my arms,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your guardian angel,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112307754492125580?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112307754492125580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112307754492125580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112307754492125580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112307754492125580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-life-just-got-tough-on-you-it.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112204580348535829</id><published>2005-07-22T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T23:23:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live life like you want,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you only live once,&lt;br /&gt;Fearing none cause&lt;br /&gt;They can only kill ya once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at the devil,&lt;br /&gt;In the face of danger,&lt;br /&gt;Fearing no one,&lt;br /&gt;Save for my maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be unabashed,&lt;br /&gt;Of our callous ways,&lt;br /&gt;Unbridled and wild,&lt;br /&gt;All of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed no more,&lt;br /&gt;And I am free,&lt;br /&gt;Only because i choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Authority", what power?&lt;br /&gt;I see none.&lt;br /&gt;So middle-fingers up,&lt;br /&gt;And stick out that tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come catch me baby,&lt;br /&gt;If you can,&lt;br /&gt;I'll run away faster&lt;br /&gt;Than the gingerbread man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to NSC tmr for 420 conversion!!! NAT SQUAD HERE I COME. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112204580348535829?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112204580348535829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112204580348535829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112204580348535829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112204580348535829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/07/live-life-like-you-want-cause-you-only.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112186279868814337</id><published>2005-07-20T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:33:18.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staring blankly at the board at school,&lt;br /&gt;Its been four years, learnt nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher's mouth moves, no sound escapes,&lt;br /&gt;Just stare and nod, is all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in these four walls,&lt;br /&gt;Six hours a day,&lt;br /&gt;Just get it over with,&lt;br /&gt;To be myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sixteen years now,&lt;br /&gt;Been living someone else's life,&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my parents and teachers' advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All telling me what I should do,&lt;br /&gt;To be the kid they never could.&lt;br /&gt;Living out the childhood they wanted so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing the chances they never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your chance growing up,&lt;br /&gt;Now its my turn,&lt;br /&gt;Let me screw it up,&lt;br /&gt;So that I can learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see that Im different,&lt;br /&gt;And all I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Is to grow up to be the epitomy,&lt;br /&gt;Of someone proudly, truely me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112186279868814337?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112186279868814337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112186279868814337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112186279868814337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112186279868814337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/07/staring-blankly-at-board-at-school-its.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112170644271208636</id><published>2005-07-19T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T01:07:22.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SWEET SUMMER LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and watch the world pass by,&lt;br /&gt;People moving fast, full of purpose and drive.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got none, since you've gone away,&lt;br /&gt;You've been my purpose since that summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm fading, into the dust,&lt;br /&gt;You've moved on, I'm still in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Try to reach, hold on to you,&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I've been the fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet summer love, shes gone away,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet summer love, come back I say.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet summer love, dun break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet summer love, where doth thou art? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like lightning, in a flash,&lt;br /&gt;You came and went,&lt;br /&gt;And my poor heart,&lt;br /&gt;You crushed and bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet summer love, you're gone for now,&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be back, somewhere, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Till then I'll be right here waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Gluing back my heart - its breaking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112170644271208636?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112170644271208636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112170644271208636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112170644271208636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112170644271208636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweet-summer-love-i-sit-and-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159282821132429</id><published>2005-07-11T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:33:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rejected, convicted,&lt;br /&gt;As good as in jail,&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm home,&lt;br /&gt;It feels like its hell.&lt;br /&gt;Should I run away,&lt;br /&gt;Break free from these chains,&lt;br /&gt;Of slavery, suppression,&lt;br /&gt;Life of hardship and pains.&lt;br /&gt;Call out to the angels,&lt;br /&gt;All divine beings,&lt;br /&gt;Hear my cries,&lt;br /&gt;And lend me your wings.&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength,&lt;br /&gt;Hold true to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Someday my calls will&lt;br /&gt;Be answered at last.&lt;br /&gt;Its when im falling,&lt;br /&gt;I'm rising higher.&lt;br /&gt;When im weakest,&lt;br /&gt;Im growing stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Its when im blinded,&lt;br /&gt;I see the clearest,&lt;br /&gt;Its when im quiet,&lt;br /&gt;That everyone hears.&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength,&lt;br /&gt;Hold true to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Someday my calls will&lt;br /&gt;Be answered at last...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159282821132429?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159282821132429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159282821132429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159282821132429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159282821132429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/07/rejected-convicted-as-good-as-in-jail.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159284482016726</id><published>2005-07-10T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:34:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sailing interschools are OVER!&lt;br /&gt;RI got 3rd for both C and B div.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. and I got a sunburn. =P&lt;br /&gt;my father cut my hair...agn. damn pissed now. he always got problem with how i grow my hair. just after it grow back since cutting bald for rugby, he go n cut it agn. now i look lyk some dickhead. fuck it la. anyone has a cap?? lend me pls...&lt;br /&gt;now gotta do all the homework tt has piled up from missing one week of sch. but i'll say that the one week was worth it. rly fun and all. gna miss sailing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159284482016726?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159284482016726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159284482016726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159284482016726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159284482016726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/07/sailing-interschools-are-over-ri-got.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159286740428479</id><published>2005-07-03T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:34:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay guys! by popular demand, here are the lyrics for our band's song:.....DUMP THAT BITCH!!! *clap clap clap* okay. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Dump That Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you a story of a friend i knew&lt;br /&gt;He's in love with this gal, Yeah he's head over heels&lt;br /&gt;He buys her presents and pays for her bills&lt;br /&gt;In return she gives him pleasure and thrills&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Dude open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and see that it's your money she likes&lt;br /&gt;Dun listen to her lies,&lt;br /&gt;Coz she dun want you she wants the presents you buy&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Dude just, Dump that chick&lt;br /&gt;She's just treating you like a game&lt;br /&gt;Dude just, Dump that Chick&lt;br /&gt;She's just using you to pay her bills&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;Its your money she's after&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Thinks&lt;br /&gt;she's a damn good actress&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else except you&lt;br /&gt;You're the fool&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to hold her when she's ill&lt;br /&gt;But she nvr cares about how he really feels&lt;br /&gt;She flirts around with guys when she's outta school&lt;br /&gt;But she's always sure he's not doing that too&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Dude open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and see that She's been playing your heart&lt;br /&gt;Dun listen to her lies,&lt;br /&gt;that she will love you till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude just, Dump that chick&lt;br /&gt;She's just treating you like a game&lt;br /&gt;Dude just, Dump that Chick&lt;br /&gt;She's just using you to pay her bills&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;Its your money she's after&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Thinks&lt;br /&gt;she's a damn good actress&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else except you&lt;br /&gt;You're the fool&lt;br /&gt;Last verse&lt;br /&gt;Dude open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and see that it's your money she likes&lt;br /&gt;Dun listen to her lies,&lt;br /&gt;Coz she dun want you she wants the presents you buy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159286740428479?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159286740428479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159286740428479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159286740428479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159286740428479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-guys-by-popular-demand-here-are.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159288418617523</id><published>2005-07-01T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:34:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are my sunshune, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You never know dear, how much i love you. Please dun take my sunshine away. ((:&lt;br /&gt;im sleepyyy. nite nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159288418617523?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159288418617523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159288418617523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159288418617523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159288418617523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-are-my-sunshune-my-only-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159294337213377</id><published>2005-06-24T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:35:43.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There she is,&lt;br /&gt;My sugar special eye candy&lt;br /&gt;There she goes,&lt;br /&gt;Always lookin so fine and dandy&lt;br /&gt;But when will she notice me,&lt;br /&gt;The way i notice her.&lt;br /&gt;When will she ever see,&lt;br /&gt;That shes my special girl.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta let her know.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let her know...that&lt;br /&gt;She makes my heart beat like a drum,&lt;br /&gt;She makes my whole body go numb.&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl please try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;That i wanna be your man.&lt;br /&gt;So can I hold you, and never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Can I kiss you, let all of my love flow&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you, I'm tellin you right now&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you, don't ask me why or how&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159294337213377?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159294337213377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159294337213377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159294337213377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159294337213377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/06/there-she-is-my-sugar-special-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159292201518060</id><published>2005-06-23T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:35:22.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. the SAKAE-NOSS regatta today was a blast man! the wind was super strong! i did okay i guess. i mean my position isint really good or anything but im satisfied and content ((:. heheh. the most important thing is to have fun! pretty tired though. and my back is peeling from sentosa alr..&lt;br /&gt;okay. tmr another day of racing. and then back to school. miss sch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159292201518060?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159292201518060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159292201518060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159292201518060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159292201518060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/06/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159299112898890</id><published>2005-06-15T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:36:31.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! today went jamming with da band. finally finalizaed "the way i want to". for those of u who remember, "The way i want to" was one of my poems i wrote in my blog! Ta-da! We've now made it into a song! hahas. but the lyrics changed abit to suit the tune and all.&lt;br /&gt;The way I Want To&lt;br /&gt;What is my purpose here on Earth? (what am i supposed to do)&lt;br /&gt;Why must i prove to others my self worth?&lt;br /&gt;Whats this shit about getting good grades? (Does it matter if i fail)&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to be the one turning heads?&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with doing things the way i want to?&lt;br /&gt;Why should i wear a mask that pleases you?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dont give a damn if you're not happy,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna say that i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Now shut the hell up, youre just so noisy,&lt;br /&gt;Im just gonna be me, i just wanna be free...&lt;br /&gt;I work so hard but whats the point? (when in the end i still die)&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder then who's gonna cry...&lt;br /&gt;But i wouldnt care at all (cause i will be gone)&lt;br /&gt;Going off to a place where you are wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with doing things the way i want to,&lt;br /&gt;Why should i wear a mask that pleases you?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dont give a damn if you're not happy,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna say that i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Now shut the hell up, youre just so noisy,&lt;br /&gt;Im just gonna be me, i just wanna be free...&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be free...Im gonna be free...&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna be is me...All i wanna be is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;wheee! ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;RUSTED METAL FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;*rock on*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159299112898890?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159299112898890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159299112898890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159299112898890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159299112898890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/06/yay-today-went-jamming-with-da-band.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159301003844133</id><published>2005-06-11T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:36:50.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She’s the perfect girl of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;The one I’d been waiting for, or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;I melt inside when she’s around,&lt;br /&gt;She never fails to put a grin on my frown.&lt;br /&gt;But there’s just one tiny problem&lt;br /&gt;She’s my best friend’s girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell her&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna be a fool&lt;br /&gt;Yet something’s burning,&lt;br /&gt;A passion inside me,&lt;br /&gt;She holds the keys&lt;br /&gt;To set my heart free&lt;br /&gt;I fallen for my best friend’s girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;It feels so wrong, it feels so right,&lt;br /&gt;When I talk with her late at night.&lt;br /&gt;A tug of war is goin on,&lt;br /&gt;Between my head and my heart,&lt;br /&gt;How should I tell her all the things I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish this wasn’t real.&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell her&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna be a fool&lt;br /&gt;Yet something’s burning,&lt;br /&gt;A passion inside me,&lt;br /&gt;She holds the keys&lt;br /&gt;To set my heart free&lt;br /&gt;I fallen for my best friend’s girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna tell her everything tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let my best friend punch me, it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I cant take it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen hopelessly for you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you love me too&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen hopelessly for you,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you love me too&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;guys this is just a song. all my friends dun worry.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. just writing some stuff for fun. trying to make a song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159301003844133?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159301003844133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159301003844133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159301003844133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159301003844133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/06/shes-perfect-girl-of-my-dreams-one-id.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159304560861105</id><published>2005-06-07T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:37:25.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today woke up. slept. woke up, went training. ((:&lt;br /&gt;jiao lian came late so we played american football first. pretty fun. i brought a small ball i got from the sevens tournament to play.&lt;br /&gt;launched and went down to the water. the wind was damn light. drifting around all over the place. luckily not very sunny. if not i'll be burnt now. heh.&lt;br /&gt;then zhuang yi didnt dare to talk to her at all la! hahas. recovering tt time some EVIL ppl came and capsized my boat. but ming qing was upset. GO CAPSIZE MING QING! not meeee. hahas. go make his day. he likes BIRD. lols. ^_^ okay. hope he doesnt see this. anyway. i think training with chij is not tt good in terms of training. everyone is getting distracted. we alr have 2 ppl distracted. hahas. yeapp. then after training we all took shuttle bus to tanah merah and then they went for dinner together. i had to go off for dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;came back, watched the da vinci code thing on channel news asia.&lt;br /&gt;think goin gym wif mq and kah wei tmr. need to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159304560861105?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159304560861105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159304560861105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159304560861105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159304560861105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159306092073788</id><published>2005-06-06T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:37:40.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that theres a hell lot of holiday homework to be done! and i havent started. i think i'll give it until 2nd week luhs. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;poor zhuang yi. i think he's quite upset and disheartened by what happened today. but im sure she has her reasons also la. aiya. bleagh. dun lose heart ppl!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;boring day. woke up late. ate. slept. ate again. watched tv. ate. and here i am now!. heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159306092073788?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159306092073788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159306092073788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159306092073788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159306092073788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-realised-that-theres-hell-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159308847399168</id><published>2005-06-05T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:38:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday...&lt;br /&gt;had a really good nap. heh, slept from 10 to 10!!! mms. im such a piggy. *oink oink* lols...&lt;br /&gt;anyway zhuang yi came back! hahas. me messaged me in the morning. yeah. so he's gonna arrange to go out for lunch or sth and all. hahas. told him to chill cause i mean like. no use getting worked up rite? hahas. just be urself and all. yupyup. all the way zhuang yi! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so had lunch at changi airport and then went to expo to see sum stuff. after that went to watch madagascar! hahas, but i think it was kind of a letdown. or mayb my expectations too high alr. bleagh. but i like the song! ((: hahas. i like to move it move it....blah blah blah. haha. rly cute.&lt;br /&gt;okay. so go home. bored to tears. sis dun wanna lemme use com so i play guitar and go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159308847399168?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159308847399168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159308847399168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159308847399168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159308847399168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159318704228195</id><published>2005-03-10T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:39:47.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I drag myself to school each morning,&lt;br /&gt;To try to right my grades, they’re falling,&lt;br /&gt;I try to learn, to understand,&lt;br /&gt;I ask the teachers, ask my friend,&lt;br /&gt;But it’s no bloody use,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve really no excuse,&lt;br /&gt;I’m stupider than you&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll admit it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;The tests are killers,&lt;br /&gt;The questions insane,&lt;br /&gt;The only one I can answer is where they ask for my name.&lt;br /&gt;The others busily writing,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m looking all around,&lt;br /&gt;The teacher stares at me with a disapproving frown.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s no bloody use,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve really no excuse,&lt;br /&gt;I’m stupider than you&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll admit it’s true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159318704228195?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159318704228195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159318704228195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159318704228195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159318704228195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-drag-myself-to-school-each-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159324160885209</id><published>2005-02-07T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:40:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faith n Hope&lt;br /&gt;You snooze you lose, you sleep you win,&lt;br /&gt;So turn off the lights and silence that din.&lt;br /&gt;On bended knee at the window I pray,&lt;br /&gt;For guidance and help every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Faith and Hope, yeah baby, the glimmer of light,&lt;br /&gt;That someone watching's gona set things right.&lt;br /&gt;The body on the crucifix I tenderly kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Then I look at the watch on my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;Time to knock off, its been a tiring day,&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating everything I have to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, blissful peace and rest,&lt;br /&gt;Another day gone, and I've passed the test.&lt;br /&gt;Surviving, living, from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;No one said life was easy, what can I say,&lt;br /&gt;When the goin gets tought the tough get goin,&lt;br /&gt;A stone gathers no moss when its rollin.&lt;br /&gt;So keep on at it, it'll make sense pretty soon,&lt;br /&gt;Each time you fall, just clean up your wounds,&lt;br /&gt;And march on bravely, for faith and hope baby,&lt;br /&gt;For faith and hope, they guide me daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159326081680250</id><published>2005-01-15T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:41:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tragedy hits and the world stops bickering,&lt;br /&gt;Only under pain they will start listening,&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing all their silly games,&lt;br /&gt;Of rockets, missiles and fighter planes,&lt;br /&gt;They see something bigger, present now,&lt;br /&gt;And together they stand to pass this trial,&lt;br /&gt;United only against the bigger boys,&lt;br /&gt;Their atomic bombs but little toys.&lt;br /&gt;To fight for their freedom, be bullied not,&lt;br /&gt;Cause we need each other, we’re all we got.&lt;br /&gt;And when the big boys go home for the day,&lt;br /&gt;We take out our little toys again to play.&lt;br /&gt;The mindless quarrels, egotistical wars,&lt;br /&gt;At the highest level, the biggest flaws.&lt;br /&gt;Why learn the lessons only the hard way,&lt;br /&gt;And even then forget them the very next day?&lt;br /&gt;Why stand together only when it’s too late?&lt;br /&gt;Why leave our future in the hands of fate?&lt;br /&gt;The decision is ours for the making,&lt;br /&gt;The path of glory ours for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;We’re all the same people, only different outside,&lt;br /&gt;So come stand with me now baby, slide along side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159326081680250?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159326081680250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159326081680250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159326081680250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159326081680250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/01/tragedy-hits-and-world-stops-bickering.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159330696878890</id><published>2005-01-12T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:41:46.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pressure's building up and I'm slipping away,&lt;br /&gt;Darkened perception blocks out light of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Confusion commotion, the skies turn to grey,&lt;br /&gt;Can't outrun the shadow so I might as well stay.&lt;br /&gt;Need to find the eye of my hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;Where things are calm and life is sane.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm caught on the edge, spinning around,&lt;br /&gt;From a thousand feet up &amp;amp; I'll fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;The army advancing, no place to go,&lt;br /&gt;The curtains close, its the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;Digging my grave with my own bare hands,&lt;br /&gt;The crowd cheers and everyone stands.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciation, recognition, a happy ending,&lt;br /&gt;Two tears flow, for joy and for sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Never know what it'll be like tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;For onto my body the dirt they shovel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159330696878890?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159330696878890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159330696878890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159330696878890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159330696878890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/01/pressures-building-up-and-im-slipping.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159332808687978</id><published>2005-01-02T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:42:08.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my lost childhood innocence&lt;br /&gt;The simple pleasures, from a new toy,&lt;br /&gt;The blissful laughter, happiness and joy,&lt;br /&gt;The curious wonder, purest of mind,&lt;br /&gt;No clouded perceptions gained through time.&lt;br /&gt;A blooming flower, so bright and gay,&lt;br /&gt;Warm yellow sunrays, fill up their days.&lt;br /&gt;White as an angel, a blanket of snow,&lt;br /&gt;Innermost fire, warmth in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;That is my lost childhood innocence,&lt;br /&gt;That is my lost childhood conscience,&lt;br /&gt;I miss when nothing mattered, I miss when all was fine,&lt;br /&gt;But now that bliss is shattered, And I'm treading a thin line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159332808687978?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159332808687978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159332808687978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159332808687978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159332808687978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-lost-childhood-innocence-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159334702246567</id><published>2005-01-01T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:44:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wads so happy about the new year. just another fucked up day&lt;br /&gt;Dark skies dangle high above,&lt;br /&gt;Deviod of any compassion and love.&lt;br /&gt;The dreary gloom and drab unfold,&lt;br /&gt;Of misery a thousand times untold.&lt;br /&gt;Glint of hope, suppressed, put away,&lt;br /&gt;Never saw the light of day,&lt;br /&gt;Inviting, warmly, cold to the touch,&lt;br /&gt;Of mourning, regret, tears and such.&lt;br /&gt;Then flash, pain, an instant gone,&lt;br /&gt;Glimmer of hope growing so strong,&lt;br /&gt;Till dark once more consumes and hides,&lt;br /&gt;Escape, retreat in ended life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159334702246567?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159334702246567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159334702246567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159334702246567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159334702246567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2005/01/wads-so-happy-about-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159336557215069</id><published>2004-12-30T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:44:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody preaching about respect,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody teaching you how to act,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to set out white from black,&lt;br /&gt;And now I ask "what's up with that?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't follow what you want me to,&lt;br /&gt;Cause now we're gona play by my rules.&lt;br /&gt;It's my life, don't teach me how to live,&lt;br /&gt;It's my world so you take what I will give.&lt;br /&gt;God is above, watching and listening,&lt;br /&gt;So good luck punk, I'll pray for your sins,&lt;br /&gt;I decide whats wrong I decide whats right,&lt;br /&gt;I decide when to turn off the lights&lt;br /&gt;I think about yesterday and I regret,&lt;br /&gt;Think about tomorrow duno what to expect,&lt;br /&gt;Think about now, duno where or how,&lt;br /&gt;Lost and scared like a little child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159336557215069?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159336557215069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159336557215069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159336557215069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159336557215069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/12/everybody-preaching-about-respect.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159351110268976</id><published>2004-12-28T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:45:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so lifeless, like an empty shell,&lt;br /&gt;Wandering around a living hell,&lt;br /&gt;I feel no emotion, no blood in my veins,&lt;br /&gt;I think no thoughts, hollow in my brains.&lt;br /&gt;Then I begin to feel, anger and hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Why is the whole damn world so curt?&lt;br /&gt;I feel confused, decisions taunting me,&lt;br /&gt;Regret whenever I look at history.&lt;br /&gt;If angst be all I ever feel,&lt;br /&gt;Then I’d rather feel not,&lt;br /&gt;My heart I let you steal,&lt;br /&gt;In return your love I sought.&lt;br /&gt;But you ran away like a snatch thief,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me with only grief,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m glad I feel not emotion,&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be cold and dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159351110268976?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159351110268976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159351110268976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159351110268976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159351110268976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-so-lifeless-like-empty-shell.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159352978062401</id><published>2004-12-26T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:45:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Christmas time once more,&lt;br /&gt;Presents all o’er the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Greeting cards and relatives are flying through the door.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you,&lt;br /&gt;Those words no longer true,&lt;br /&gt;A season that has lost its meaning&lt;br /&gt;In the deafening bells-a-ringing&lt;br /&gt;The fake smiles and the cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Lets get drunk on some beers,&lt;br /&gt;All I’m thinking in my head&lt;br /&gt;Is that this season’s bloody dead.&lt;br /&gt;Santa is a sales manager,&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten child Jesus in the manger,&lt;br /&gt;Though many people surround me,&lt;br /&gt;I somehow feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time come and gone,&lt;br /&gt;Yet something feels so very wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Something is missing amidst this cheer,&lt;br /&gt;That something is the fact that you’re not here…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159352978062401?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159352978062401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159352978062401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159352978062401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159352978062401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-christmas-time-once-more-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159354819422373</id><published>2004-12-19T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:45:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rewind button&lt;br /&gt;My life needs a rewind button,&lt;br /&gt;My life needs a rewind function,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost at the traffic junction,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which way which direction.&lt;br /&gt;I was nine years old,&lt;br /&gt;This little toy I stole,&lt;br /&gt;Then I got caught,&lt;br /&gt;They called the cops, and,&lt;br /&gt;My life needs a rewind button,&lt;br /&gt;My life needs a rewind function,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost at the traffic junction,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which way which direction.&lt;br /&gt;I was seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;Took some nicotine,&lt;br /&gt;Then we got busted,&lt;br /&gt;Now my brain is rusted, and,&lt;br /&gt;My life needs a rewind button,&lt;br /&gt;My life needs a rewind function,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost at the traffic junction,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which way which direction.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in jail,&lt;br /&gt;I'm old and frail,&lt;br /&gt;Out in twenty eighty eight,&lt;br /&gt;By then I'd be dead, and,&lt;br /&gt;My life needs a rewind button,&lt;br /&gt;My life needs a rewind function,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost at the traffic junction,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which way which direction.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever got another chance,&lt;br /&gt;I'd have cancelled all my evil plans,&lt;br /&gt;Be much nicer to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;We would all go out and have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;My life needs a rewind button,&lt;br /&gt;My life needs a rewind function,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost at the traffic junction,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know which way which direction.&lt;br /&gt;Our life here on earth is short lived,&lt;br /&gt;So give it all you got to give...&lt;br /&gt;Our life here on earth is short lived,&lt;br /&gt;So give it all you got to give...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159354819422373?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159354819422373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159354819422373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159354819422373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159354819422373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/12/rewind-button-my-life-needs-rewind.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159356628767155</id><published>2004-12-18T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:46:06.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems in this life,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard we try,&lt;br /&gt;We cant do much but&lt;br /&gt;Watch the world pass us by.&lt;br /&gt;When one door closes, another opens up,&lt;br /&gt;When we put something right, another screws up,&lt;br /&gt;All our efforts seem to be in vain,&lt;br /&gt;Living life in a world of pain.&lt;br /&gt;So you turn your back,&lt;br /&gt;Walk the other way,&lt;br /&gt;But whenever you slack,&lt;br /&gt;Life makes you pay,&lt;br /&gt;HE knows where you live,&lt;br /&gt;Everything you do,&lt;br /&gt;You don't live life,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it lives you.&lt;br /&gt;You try to run but theres no floor,&lt;br /&gt;You try to escape but theres no back door.&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes, the darkness comsumes you,&lt;br /&gt;You open them up, the bright lights confuse you.&lt;br /&gt;All our efforts seem to be in vain,&lt;br /&gt;Living life in a world of pain.&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to understand,&lt;br /&gt;No one lends a helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;When no one will be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;You will realise there and then, that&lt;br /&gt;All our efforts seem to be in vain,&lt;br /&gt;We're living life in a world of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from bangkok tour 2dae...damn bloody&lt;br /&gt;fun! Bought loads of stuff from over there, everythings&lt;br /&gt;so cheap. Bacardi breezers are only $2 and they dun&lt;br /&gt;rly care how old you are. had lotsa fun in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;at night and all. the pool there was bloody cold.&lt;br /&gt;the air there is damn polluted and dry. my lips r&lt;br /&gt;cracking and my throat is killing me, but the trip&lt;br /&gt;was damn damn fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159356628767155?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159356628767155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159356628767155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159356628767155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159356628767155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-seems-in-this-life-no-matter-how.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159358636878890</id><published>2004-12-09T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:46:26.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>superficiality&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we care about goodness within,&lt;br /&gt;Why leave unnoticed what goes unseen?&lt;br /&gt;Them false fronts have nothing to say,&lt;br /&gt;They'll melt away on a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;What matters is a heart of gold,&lt;br /&gt;That'll last all seasons, hot or cold.&lt;br /&gt;Too caught up in superficiality,&lt;br /&gt;Too caught up to see the reality.&lt;br /&gt;The outer shell is just skin deep,&lt;br /&gt;It can be changed anytime.&lt;br /&gt;The inner shell is way deep,&lt;br /&gt;It can be seen by the blind.&lt;br /&gt;So look inside, past the pretty face,&lt;br /&gt;Check your heart, see if its in the right place,&lt;br /&gt;Lets do some good while we can,&lt;br /&gt;Before we get judged by the MAN.&lt;br /&gt;Our time here is short,&lt;br /&gt;But we live with what we got,&lt;br /&gt;If our life's a story,&lt;br /&gt;Then write a good plot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159358636878890?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159358636878890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159358636878890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159358636878890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159358636878890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/12/superficiality-why-dont-we-care-about.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159360720737149</id><published>2004-12-06T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:46:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time&lt;br /&gt;Silver hands go spinning by,&lt;br /&gt;Tick-tock rhythm, time does fly.&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it in the blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;You're that much closer to the time you die.&lt;br /&gt;There never seems to be enough time,&lt;br /&gt;To right the wrongs, undo the crimes,&lt;br /&gt;Never seems to be enough time,&lt;br /&gt;To love, to hate, we're always late.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up calls, alarms, ringing bells,&lt;br /&gt;No time to ever be ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;Rushing around, we got no direction,&lt;br /&gt;We're slipping away, losing our traction.&lt;br /&gt;Stop to smell the blooming roses,&lt;br /&gt;Let their thorns pierce our noses.&lt;br /&gt;Smash alarms, turn off the clocks,&lt;br /&gt;Stop everything, its time to rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;had sailing training with chij! haha. so fun =P&lt;br /&gt;our band made it in for the auditions, so everyone&lt;br /&gt;come support us for our concert ok? heh. will tell&lt;br /&gt;yall where n when when i noe. arnd march next year.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. the above song is dedicated to my fren whom&lt;br /&gt;i promised to write a song abt time. enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;damn shagged now...time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159360720737149?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159360720737149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159360720737149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159360720737149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159360720737149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/12/time-silver-hands-go-spinning-by-tick.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159362781022231</id><published>2004-11-25T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:47:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't think,&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe no more,&lt;br /&gt;No one listens,&lt;br /&gt;No one hears my calls.&lt;br /&gt;No one stops to stay and listen,&lt;br /&gt;No one stops to read whats written.&lt;br /&gt;A troubled life, as all are,&lt;br /&gt;Strive for perfection, be da star.&lt;br /&gt;Yet none ever made it,&lt;br /&gt;None ever will,&lt;br /&gt;Contain all my sweat with a pail,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I won't stop trying, never will,&lt;br /&gt;In health and sickness, old and frail.&lt;br /&gt;Life's whatever you figure out of it,&lt;br /&gt;So figure it right, or its your coffin.&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;Got back from hols abt one week ago...but too lazy&lt;br /&gt;ta blog. shall tok abt it now. Went to phuket for&lt;br /&gt;golf training camp thinggy with sum other guys.&lt;br /&gt;We had a pro to help us out and all, really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Got our swings together and then on the last dae we&lt;br /&gt;had a mini competition amongst ourselves... which I&lt;br /&gt;won by luck. heheh. It was a draw with another guy,&lt;br /&gt;so we had a sudden death thingy where we both hit one&lt;br /&gt;shot and see who got nearer the hole. The trip was&lt;br /&gt;good fun. Got a very late b-dae present for my fren&lt;br /&gt;as well while i was dere. We didnt get to go arnd&lt;br /&gt;sightseeing much though, as the teacher said our&lt;br /&gt;main purpose there was to train. bleagh. But phuket&lt;br /&gt;is a really nice place... nice beaches n all. A beach-&lt;br /&gt;bum heaven. Got food poisoning over there too...&lt;br /&gt;and the diarrhoea was terrible man. Lyk pissing frm&lt;br /&gt;ur ass. haha. water dripping down. damn damn watery.&lt;br /&gt;sick shit. But the food is nice. bah. enuff alr.&lt;br /&gt;*change subject* We got in for the band auditions&lt;br /&gt;and so now working on our songs and all. ok,time for&lt;br /&gt;bed. catch yall later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159362781022231?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159362781022231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159362781022231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159362781022231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159362781022231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-cant-think-i-cant-breathe-no-more-no.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159364966822329</id><published>2004-11-09T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:47:29.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh&lt;br /&gt;She was looking at me &amp;amp; I caught her eye,&lt;br /&gt;Then we both looked away cause we were shy.&lt;br /&gt;And I turned back again, saw her smiling at me,&lt;br /&gt;Her angelic face instantly set my heart free...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do, I was too shy,&lt;br /&gt;Should I ask for her name, should I even try?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she was looking at another guy,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she wasn't, and I don't know why, but&lt;br /&gt;I think I've fallen for the girl on the train,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stand back up but it was all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Her innocent eyes had me on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart I was begging her please,&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, my whole body screamed,&lt;br /&gt;But not a sound escaped my lips,&lt;br /&gt;Mintues had passed, though hours they seemed,&lt;br /&gt;My poor stomach was doing flips, and&lt;br /&gt;I think I've fallen for the girl on the train,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stand back up but it was all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Her innocent eyes had me on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart I was begging her please,&lt;br /&gt;Her bright red sweater was paler than my face,&lt;br /&gt;SHe was an angel touched by god's grace,&lt;br /&gt;No other girl could take her place,&lt;br /&gt;No other girl could take her place, cuz,&lt;br /&gt;I think I've fallen for the girl on the train,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stand back up but it was all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Her innocent eyes had me on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart I was begging her please,&lt;br /&gt;Then she got up, walked to the door,&lt;br /&gt;My spirits were now down on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;We looked at each other and she seemed to say,&lt;br /&gt;" We'll meet together again some day ", and&lt;br /&gt;I think I've fallen for the girl on the train,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stand back up but it was all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Her innocent eyes had me on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart I was begging her please,&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me,&lt;br /&gt;Be with me,&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I need you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159364966822329?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159364966822329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159364966822329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159364966822329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159364966822329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/11/sigh-she-was-looking-at-me-i-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159380904795316</id><published>2004-09-20T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:50:09.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we own! C=&lt;br /&gt;Our team came in first for the FFF man! haha...Funky Football Fiesta. So we got the $100&lt;br /&gt;prize. haha. screw those suckers who didnt believe&lt;br /&gt;we wud win when we told them we dun pay the $10&lt;br /&gt;registration fee and that when we win they give us&lt;br /&gt;$90 prize money instead. haha.. so in the end we&lt;br /&gt;pay $10 registration and get the $100 prize which&lt;br /&gt;is still $90 in the end. haha. dun believe us la!&lt;br /&gt;Next up was my cousin's wedding...quite fun la.&lt;br /&gt;The stupid waiter asked me if i was 18 when i took&lt;br /&gt;the wine...den i told him i was taking for my dad. hahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;tests coming man...pressure buildin up. and all my frenz&lt;br /&gt;are all breaking up wiff their gf's. haha. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159380904795316?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159386094475975</id><published>2004-09-15T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:51:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>winners&lt;br /&gt;Many a time life can get weary,&lt;br /&gt;Many a time life can get teary,&lt;br /&gt;Many a time we trip and fall,&lt;br /&gt;Many a time no one hears our calls,&lt;br /&gt;If dreams were so easy to get,&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't be dreams, they'd b real,&lt;br /&gt;So even if the sun goes down on you,&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose sight of ur dreams, stay true.&lt;br /&gt;Because quitting is for losers,&lt;br /&gt;And giving up's for wimps,&lt;br /&gt;Getting up's for winners&lt;br /&gt;And pushing on makes dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Brush all those tears away,&lt;br /&gt;Failure's not gonna stay,&lt;br /&gt;If you want it bad then&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's in your way.&lt;br /&gt;You either win or lose,&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you to choose,&lt;br /&gt;So can you get in the groove,&lt;br /&gt;Have you got the moves?&lt;br /&gt;If you talk the walk,&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk the talk?&lt;br /&gt;Don't go with the flow,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta take control.&lt;br /&gt;Hurdle over obstacles in life's race,&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep up with the pace,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the sweat off your face,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're gunning for the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159386094475975?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159386094475975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159386094475975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Guys and girls are fucking bad&lt;br /&gt;The world has gone fucking mad&lt;br /&gt;We're spinning outta control&lt;br /&gt;Of our lives we're losing our hold&lt;br /&gt;We need to snap back to reality,&lt;br /&gt;Come down to earth, go with the gravity&lt;br /&gt;So priviledged we abuse our life,&lt;br /&gt;While others live in war and strife&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious its a gift from above,&lt;br /&gt;Why aernt we treasuring it, livin it with love&lt;br /&gt;Kids elsewhere are yearning for peace alone&lt;br /&gt;While we're just fuckin up the peace we own&lt;br /&gt;If we could trade places with those kids we'd see&lt;br /&gt;And come to appreciate eventually&lt;br /&gt;Cause often we don't see things there all along,&lt;br /&gt;And only miss them when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Why wait until its too late to regret&lt;br /&gt;Why wait until its no use being sad&lt;br /&gt;We all can make a difference today&lt;br /&gt;All its takes its for us to pray&lt;br /&gt;Pass on the hope, its all we got&lt;br /&gt;Fill up love in evry thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159388767586959?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159388767586959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159388767586959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159388767586959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159388767586959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/09/mad-world-world-has-gone-fucking-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159392295955770</id><published>2004-09-09T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:52:02.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be my guiding light&lt;br /&gt;At night when the world was dark and asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Thru my bedroom window the moonlight did creep,&lt;br /&gt;To light up the darkness inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;To chase away loneliness and accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;It led the way when I walked at night,&lt;br /&gt;Guiding my steps as it shine so bright.&lt;br /&gt;The moon determined the tides,&lt;br /&gt;Be it high or low,&lt;br /&gt;Determined where boats could or couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;My boat simply went along with the flow,&lt;br /&gt;Till one night the moon completely disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;It was that time of the month that I had feared.&lt;br /&gt;For my life was only one month long,&lt;br /&gt;For me the moon was forever gone.&lt;br /&gt;I would never see it rising again,&lt;br /&gt;Had I followed it all in vain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159392295955770?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159392295955770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159392295955770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159392295955770'/><link 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heads.&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong with doing things the way I want to,&lt;br /&gt;Why should I wear a mask that pleases you?&lt;br /&gt;You may go places doin’ what other people want,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m myself, ain’t gonna put up no false front&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I don’t give a damn if you’re not happy,&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t gonna change ur stinking nappy,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t care less, you’re just so crappy,&lt;br /&gt;Im just gonna be me, I just wanna be free…&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus end*&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of you telling me what grades to get,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of you defining whats good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough and it stops right here,&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I may just go n cut off my ears,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain’t gonna listen to you no more,&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t the same person you knew before.&lt;br /&gt;This minute I am walking outta the door,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if you’re begging on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;I study so hard but in the end I’ll still die,&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder then if anyone is gonna cry,&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn’t care less cause I’m already gone,&lt;br /&gt;I’m goin’ to a place where everyone sings this song.&lt;br /&gt;Because we’re all special people,&lt;br /&gt;Even twins don’t think the same,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t listen to them people,&lt;br /&gt;Ya only got one chance in this game…&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus* x 2&lt;br /&gt;****************END********************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159394859966332?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159394859966332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159394859966332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159394859966332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159394859966332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-me-what-is-my-purpose-here-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159397198353002</id><published>2004-09-07T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:52:51.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i live in a sad world man&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school today for chemistry. Finally understand abit of chem. Did quite well for my previous test, so im quite happy with myself, cuz i actually studied for it on my own. =) I feel that i've become damn dumb in the past three years man...gotta pick up the pieces and pull my socks up. haha. not literally though. I miss primary school days when u dun haff to study to do well or to understand lessons. The Russian kids are pretty poor thing man. Those terrorists ppl are sickos. Preverts. Screw them man. Although I do feel sorry for the kids, I do not see the point in putting the flower in front of ur nick lyk every1 does on msn. I mean sure, its sweet and all, and it shows that you care. So you care...so what? What good does it do to the children? I mean we could lyk pray for them and all and that would be better. But I dont really think a rose is gonna help much. Maybe it helps unite all of us for a common cause. It unites the world, in mourning over the Russian tragedy. But then mourning aint gonna do anything for us. We gotta stand up and brush our wounds and fight back. If we stay down and cry, they're going to take it as weakness and kick us down. We need to show these sick people that its not that easy to get us down. We need to be strong, for ourselves, and for each other. OUR WORLD NEEDS LOVE. So do i =P heheh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159397198353002?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159397198353002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159397198353002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159397198353002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159397198353002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-live-in-sad-world-man-went-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159399204371061</id><published>2004-08-29T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:53:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never gonna fall again&lt;br /&gt;You taught me a lesson and I learnt it well,&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that no one would pick me up when i fell.&lt;br /&gt;I had to watch carefully where i placed my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Else the ground my face would meet.&lt;br /&gt;If i fell i had to get up on my own,&lt;br /&gt;No one would care no matter how much i groan.&lt;br /&gt;The pain would pass after a while,&lt;br /&gt;Soon after I'd be able to smile.&lt;br /&gt;But that is until i fall again,&lt;br /&gt;Until once more i feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;What's life without a few tumbles here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Although now of falling im getting scared.&lt;br /&gt;I guess if i dont want to fall,&lt;br /&gt;I could always not walk at all.&lt;br /&gt;But then hiding away is not the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Instead i should tread with care&lt;br /&gt;And of uneven roads beware.&lt;br /&gt;For I never want to fall again,&lt;br /&gt;I never ever want to feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And yet i want to walk,&lt;br /&gt;I want to run,&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Can I plant my feet fimly on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Can I run without falling down?&lt;br /&gt;There seem to be forces pulling me down all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Falling's so bad, it should be a crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159399204371061?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159399204371061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159399204371061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159399204371061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159399204371061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/08/never-gonna-fall-again-you-taught-me.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159401274308463</id><published>2004-08-24T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:53:32.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My latest song!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I was running along the street,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to chase her but she gives me cold feet.&lt;br /&gt;She boarded the bus and it began to go away,&lt;br /&gt;I should have stood still but my feet wouldn’t stay.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, screw my feet, they don’t know how to behave,&lt;br /&gt;My feet act so weirdly,&lt;br /&gt;Soon they’ll be digging my grave,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, screw my feet, they don’t know how to behave,&lt;br /&gt;My feet act so weirdly,&lt;br /&gt;Soon they’ll be digging my grave.&lt;br /&gt;I chased after the bus and I knocked on its door,&lt;br /&gt;The driver thought I was mad and slammed the pedal to the floor,&lt;br /&gt;I hung on tightly to the handle at the side,&lt;br /&gt;Those few minutes were a hell of a ride...&lt;br /&gt;The driver stopped the bus and he opened the door,&lt;br /&gt;I let go of the handle and collapsed on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;The people in the bus all were staring at me,&lt;br /&gt;And in the window her face I swear I could see…&lt;br /&gt;I boarded the bus and took a seat next to her,&lt;br /&gt;But she was wearing a thick coat of fur,&lt;br /&gt;My feet are allergic, to thick fur coats,&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, I was kicking like a goat,&lt;br /&gt;I kicked the guy infront of me; I kicked the guy behind,&lt;br /&gt;I kicked out at just about everyone,&lt;br /&gt;It was as if I’d lost my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, screw my feet, they don’t know how to behave,&lt;br /&gt;My feet act so weirdly,&lt;br /&gt;Soon they’ll be digging my grave,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, screw my feet, they don’t know how to behave,&lt;br /&gt;My feet act so weirdly,&lt;br /&gt;Soon they’ll be digging my grave.&lt;br /&gt;The men all got up and they pinned me to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;But my crazy legs were still lashing around,&lt;br /&gt;One hell of a fat man, turned around and sat down,&lt;br /&gt;The crunch of my bones made a deafening sound.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes my feet, at last they’ll behave,&lt;br /&gt;Now I can jump up, out of my grave.&lt;br /&gt;The girl I never ever saw again,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I only had my crazy feet to blame….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159401274308463?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159401274308463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159401274308463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159401274308463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159401274308463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-latest-song-yesterday-morning-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159408910449914</id><published>2004-07-30T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:54:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things goin on in my life...&lt;br /&gt;So many things screwing up...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to do...i feel lyk im at a loss&lt;br /&gt;Then theres this bastard who told the teacher tt we stole some quiz notes, when we didnt at all...and the teacher doesnt wanna say who, and the teachers so damn biased against us just cuz we always talk and play in class...so we're lyk goin arnd school ask asking everyone and all...whoever did it better watch out...cuz we're gonna come for you, and we're gonna get u hard, and ur gonna wish u was never born. Got it? Better pray now. Cuz we're gonna find you soon. You can run but u cant hide, and you'll only die tired from running. Watch out fucker. Watch out. Im gonna beat the shit out of you. Its not as if the teachers exactly like us, and now u come and do this to us, some kind of friend, and the teachers alr think we're such bad ppl... u better fucking watch out asshole...Im gonna kill u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159408910449914?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159408910449914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159408910449914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159408910449914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159408910449914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-many-things-goin-on-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159412322448907</id><published>2004-07-25T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:55:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The music is blasting in the background,&lt;br /&gt;The crowd is making a hell lot of sound.&lt;br /&gt;And as I push through the dancing crowd,&lt;br /&gt;The world suddenly seems all quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I see their mouths moving, but i hear no sound,&lt;br /&gt;I see the floor im walking on, but i feel not the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Its as if im detached from all my senses,&lt;br /&gt;And I look around and yell....&lt;br /&gt;The crowd stops dancing and looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;They surround me and i see red, angry faces.&lt;br /&gt;The floor seems to break below me and I crumble to the floor&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away, but there is no back door.&lt;br /&gt;And now the crowd is closing in,&lt;br /&gt;The air around is getting thin.&lt;br /&gt;My head spins like the CD playing in the distant background&lt;br /&gt;Then i pass out cold on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;My senses roar as i hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in a dream world,&lt;br /&gt;There is endless darkness all around me&lt;br /&gt;My own hands i cant even see&lt;br /&gt;I stumble around, i cant see the ground&lt;br /&gt;The silence is so loud it makes a piercing sound&lt;br /&gt;Then i trip over something and i start to fall,&lt;br /&gt;Falling forever, no one to catch me&lt;br /&gt;If only i had wings to fly free....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159412322448907?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159412322448907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159412322448907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159412322448907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159412322448907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/07/music-is-blasting-in-background-crowd.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159417259229839</id><published>2004-07-19T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:56:12.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Got handphone at last baby....at last....&lt;br /&gt;Now can sms ppl and disturb em =P hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna b emcee for the 02 campfire...den im also performing....busy sia. Got golf tmr....helping wiff Newater presentation now....owe the teacher lyk how many months alr.. :P ...&lt;br /&gt;Learnt how to play creed's "my sacrifice" on guitar alr....such a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the RGS dance and guitar concert....not bad...except some guitar pieces were rly boring...and den the singing was abit off too.&lt;br /&gt;Goin 4 golf tmr...last week saw a cute girl dere... hahaha....but i shall stay faithful to " the one " =P ... ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159417259229839?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159417259229839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159417259229839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159417259229839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159417259229839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/07/wheeeee-got-handphone-at-last-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159415325497217</id><published>2004-07-19T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:55:53.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawn&lt;br /&gt;Every night before i fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Into my mind you always creep,&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I'm on your mind too,&lt;br /&gt;You'd never noe how much i wanna b wiff u.&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts and feelings bottled up inside,&lt;br /&gt;You always get to me, no matter how i try to hide.&lt;br /&gt;And when it seems like we're getting close,&lt;br /&gt;When we're warm and making jokes,&lt;br /&gt;Someone else will come along,&lt;br /&gt;And sing to you a sweeter song,&lt;br /&gt;And you leave me alone with the rising sun,&lt;br /&gt;Till the night comes again,&lt;br /&gt;And thoughts of you enter my brain,&lt;br /&gt;It never ends, its always the same....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159415325497217?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159415325497217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159415325497217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159415325497217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159415325497217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/07/yawn-every-night-before-i-fall-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159419224653300</id><published>2004-07-11T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:56:32.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sailing interschools is over....C div got second and B div also got second...missed the gold by 5 positions =P how close is tt man... bah. But its ok la...next year we're gonna go for the gold, and get our title back again. Now, gotta catchup wiff all the work i missed out during the interschools....many things to do sia... :P die alr...&lt;br /&gt;The sailing team had dinner at Raffles City last nite, den after tt we went to LAN and watch movie at somerset...reached home den went fer supper with my family . (: Gonna sail harder and get real good for next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159419224653300?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159419224653300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159419224653300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159419224653300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159419224653300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/07/sailing-interschools-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159420754423443</id><published>2004-07-06T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:56:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sailing...I am sailing....'cross the oceans, thru the sea...&lt;br /&gt;Sailing interschools coming up...can skip school on thurs and fridae!!! =) The C div had their first races 2dae...and by tmr hopefully they will secure the gold... and then its the B div turn =P hahas...&lt;br /&gt;Soo much work to do sia...school is mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159420754423443?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159420754423443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159420754423443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159420754423443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159420754423443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-sailing.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159422887691165</id><published>2004-06-27T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:57:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;Went for the kayaking regatta the whole of today,&lt;br /&gt;my event was the 500m doubles event. Reached there just in time in the morning and den went for the heats...came in second....den hang around for semi finals and came in second again....den finally during the finals there was alot of cheating and we were actually 4th, cuz some bastards used their hands to physically pull our boats back...but we protested and in the end, two boats in front of us were disqualified and we ended up second =P hahahas....now got a nice silver medal...&lt;br /&gt;shagged sia... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159422887691165?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159422887691165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159422887691165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159422887691165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159422887691165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/06/woohoo-went-for-kayaking-regatta-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159424685842106</id><published>2004-06-26T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:57:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to visit Lowelle on Friday after sailing training....his little finger was crushed by this gurl during thursday's training...so we are one crucial sailor down. No one wants to get a silver medal and so we're all just keeping our fingers crossed and try our best without Lowelle. His bone was crushed and now he's got no bone inside the last segment of his little finger...&lt;br /&gt;Interschools is coming up really really fast...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going fer this kayaking regatta this sunday also for scouts... and i still have so much holiday homework!!! ahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;God help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159424685842106?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159424685842106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159424685842106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159424685842106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159424685842106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/06/went-to-visit-lowelle-on-friday-after.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159426846994586</id><published>2004-06-21T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:57:48.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just came back frm M'sia on a camp there ...&lt;br /&gt;It rocks hard man!&lt;br /&gt;The scenery and nature in Malaysia is just incomparanble to that of Singapore's....its damn bloody nice there man...except for the itchy mosquito bites...but who cares...&lt;br /&gt;Wish i cud stay there 4eva man... no homework and all and the kids as young as 9 or 10 are all riding motor-bikes...hahas&lt;br /&gt;Den i went to slide down this waterfall there....the guide asked us to....walau eh...damn bloody scary =P hahaha....lyk bungee jumping liddat...&lt;br /&gt;Den from the top of the mountain we climbed can see all the clouds below...was damn cool...as in the temperature la....&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back here and theres so many e-mails to clear and so much homework to clear...haiz.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159426846994586?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159426846994586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159426846994586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159426846994586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159426846994586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-back-just-came-back-frm-msia-on.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159429218876324</id><published>2004-06-13T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:58:12.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interact Club camp was rly fun with all those little children... =) and den for the first time in my life, a girl asked for my hp number!!! It was a little pri sch girl in my group la -.- hahaha... =P&lt;br /&gt;Budden is still a girl rite? :D&lt;br /&gt;Anywaes...will b goin to M'sia for a one week camp from 14th to the 21st...so if u dun c me online u noe why ....&lt;br /&gt;One week walking around in 2pairs of underwear... hahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159429218876324?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159429218876324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159429218876324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159429218876324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159429218876324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/06/interact-club-camp-was-rly-fun-with.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159430879002061</id><published>2004-06-08T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:58:28.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck this shit&lt;br /&gt;Time and again I’ve been a fool,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that it would be different for you,&lt;br /&gt;But now I realize that to "love" I should never succumb,&lt;br /&gt;And now to me it’s a rule of thumb,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it ain’t worth taking chances anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Each time I get knocked down to the floor,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t make me any stronger,&lt;br /&gt;It only serves to make me wiser,&lt;br /&gt;That which got too close to the sun only got burnt,&lt;br /&gt;It was a lesson the hard way I learnt,&lt;br /&gt;And now I try to stay away,&lt;br /&gt;Because I gave it all to you like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;If only I had known earlier,&lt;br /&gt;Cause for everyone it’s all the same,&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing is just a game,&lt;br /&gt;Where lives are endless,&lt;br /&gt;And you can start over again.&lt;br /&gt;True happiness I find is in the things I do,&lt;br /&gt;So I’m sticking to them,&lt;br /&gt;No more chances with you….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159430879002061?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159432635119621</id><published>2004-06-01T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:58:46.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a song i composed on the guitar.... my first one too!!!&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby, when things had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;You had to go and leave me, just when we were having fun,&lt;br /&gt;And now i stand alone in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I fear not cold or pain,&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart warms up at the sound of your name,&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl don't go away....&lt;br /&gt;(START OF CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you, like an eye needs to see,&lt;br /&gt;Like how every dog pines for a bone, we were meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;And now you're gone and I can't relax,&lt;br /&gt;I keep cheking my e-mail, my phone, my fax,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering just when you'll be back...&lt;br /&gt;(END OF CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;I sit and stare at the clock on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm without you, time seems to crawl,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who will pick you up when you fall,&lt;br /&gt;I hear the phone ringing, is it you who call?&lt;br /&gt;Each day without you is driving me mad,&lt;br /&gt;Do you still love me, or have I been had?&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;Do you think of me too....&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS) X 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159432635119621?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159432635119621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159432635119621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159432635119621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159432635119621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/06/song-i-composed-on-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159435981446288</id><published>2004-05-29T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:59:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Footsteps in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;2 pairs of feet, size 6 and 10.&lt;br /&gt;Trailing, leading, a hundred miles,&lt;br /&gt;Every step brings to me a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly one pair of footsteps disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;And only one pair carried on alone,&lt;br /&gt;And yet those tracks had suddenly grown...&lt;br /&gt;What had happened, why did their size increase,&lt;br /&gt;And why had one pair of footsteps suddenly ceased?&lt;br /&gt;But fear not for you are not left alone,&lt;br /&gt;The one pair of footsteps that had suddenly grown,&lt;br /&gt;Is because on my back I now carry you.&lt;br /&gt;And then not a single track is left,&lt;br /&gt;Cause with you,&lt;br /&gt;I find we suddenly flew...&lt;br /&gt;Away from here, just the two of us,&lt;br /&gt;Apart no more, cause forever we'll last...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159435981446288?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159434246268045</id><published>2004-05-29T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:59:02.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A butterfly came and rested on a flower,&lt;br /&gt;It rested and sucked on its nectar,&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the skies turned grey,&lt;br /&gt;A rain droplet hit the butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;It couldnt fly away,&lt;br /&gt;But the flower closed its petals over the butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;Sheilding it from the treathening sky,&lt;br /&gt;And then it started to pour,&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of rain drops pelted the floor,&lt;br /&gt;But the flower kept the butterfly safe,&lt;br /&gt;Comfort and warmth to the butterfly it gave.&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun came out again,&lt;br /&gt;Till the last drop of falling rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159434246268045?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159434246268045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159434246268045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159434246268045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159434246268045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/05/butterfly-came-and-rested-on-flower-it.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159437965757183</id><published>2004-05-26T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:59:39.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>continuation of previous poem ( just add this in below the previous one )&lt;br /&gt;But as all good things come to an end,&lt;br /&gt;As does fashion, fame or trends,&lt;br /&gt;You fade away from my memory,&lt;br /&gt;Soon I remember not your name,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159437965757183?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159437965757183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159437965757183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159437965757183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159437965757183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/05/continuation-of-previous-poem-just-add.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159439333329784</id><published>2004-05-25T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:59:53.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first entry in a damn long time.... and i feel poetic =P&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're thousands of miles away,&lt;br /&gt;You're never far from my thoughts each day.&lt;br /&gt;You appear in my dreams, I ask for you when i pray,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you think of me the same way.&lt;br /&gt;You never really miss something till its gone,&lt;br /&gt;My heart reached for you until it got torn.&lt;br /&gt;I need you like a fruit fly needs bananas,&lt;br /&gt;Just like how a verse needs a chorus.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you just lights up my day,&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray you'll never go away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159439333329784?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159439333329784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159439333329784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159439333329784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159439333329784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2004/05/first-entry-in-damn-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14544847.post-112159441750602557</id><published>2003-11-04T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:00:17.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna plae golf later @ Laguna National&lt;br /&gt;Got sum 2pid tournament coming up, but i dun even tink tt im reaDy. =P&lt;br /&gt;Sure lose one....&lt;br /&gt;After tt got to go to Marina Mandarin for the triathlon Pre-Race briefing...&lt;br /&gt;So mani things to do....&lt;br /&gt;Juz added more lube for my bike and tuned the brakes&lt;br /&gt;So tired....&lt;br /&gt;Den Wednesdae got sailing training&lt;br /&gt;THursdae got tuition&lt;br /&gt;Fridae got sailing again&lt;br /&gt;Saturdae iz the triathlon =)&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Get to skip scouts....&lt;br /&gt;My neck slightly better now... can see more chio bu! =P haha....&lt;br /&gt;Hey, lissa, if u're reading tis, I'm JOKING ok?&lt;br /&gt;haha.... =P dun get worked up&lt;br /&gt;My 2pid msn messenger got problem... cannot sign in&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Gtg liaoz...&lt;br /&gt;Quote mother:" Isaac ah! WHy u use the computer so long arh? Dun go into naughty sites hor! Better est your eyes ah! Eyesight is very precious ok? Go read a book or do something more constructive with your time lah! "&lt;br /&gt;CiaO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14544847-112159441750602557?l=isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/112159441750602557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14544847&amp;postID=112159441750602557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159441750602557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14544847/posts/default/112159441750602557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaac-beachbum.blogspot.com/2003/11/gonna-plae-golf-later-laguna-national.html' title=''/><author><name>isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02821638052110564202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
