<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955</id><updated>2012-01-02T23:52:44.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Time...</title><subtitle type='html'>A dream to escape reality through a world of fantasy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-114336084535186910</id><published>2006-03-26T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:14:05.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buried beneath winter's hand, from once it all beganI shall lie here deep, encased in my icy tombThis will all be but a memory, kept deep within meLost in time, lost in feelings, lost in seasons, lost in meanings.Winter is gone without the spring that follows.And perhaps, this will be the last traces of frozen tracks on the snow..Goodbye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114336084535186910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114336084535186910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/03/buried-beneath-winters-hand-from-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-114154424868353710</id><published>2006-03-05T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:37:28.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unanswerable answersWhy are we even living in this world for?You can give me a thousand reasons yet not one can be confirmed. can never beIf our lives are already planned for us, then why bother to even live it?Id rather just die and see my life story unfold than to live through itGive me a fast forward, give me the end, i dont want anymore answers i dont want anymore questionsIm beginning to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114154424868353710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114154424868353710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/03/unanswerable-answers-why-are-we-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-114094340574450975</id><published>2006-02-26T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:43:25.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess Tay was right. Thinking too much inhibits and traps you into a corner. It restricts your mouth, it saps your brain. It makes everything a huge mess.A mess. Thats what it isA mass mess of massed mess.I just dont know why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114094340574450975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114094340574450975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-guess-tay-was-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-114079152691276902</id><published>2006-02-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:32:06.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I lost it...The eerie calmness of it all scared me most. I could still think, i could still feel normal. But there was this overpowering grasp choking me, ripping my spine, refusing to let go, just channeling all my angst.So i rammed my fist against the wall. Well, more like smashed it. And It felt just so calm in between the shoutings. I said i was ok, but as i went to the mess and back, it felt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114079152691276902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114079152691276902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-lost-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-114033817287969853</id><published>2006-02-19T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:42:29.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pluck From Memory A Rooted SorrowWish Id Die, before tomorrowTo wake and find, still flesh and bonesTo realize Im still lost and aloneWhat the fuck am I thinkingIve let this chaos inside leak out...HAHAHAHAHI was living ok for the past 2 yearsWTFWHY NOWWwoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohahahahahahahahahahhahh shit im going crazy rediting my post a thousand timessyay im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114033817287969853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114033817287969853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/02/pluck-from-memory-rooted-sorrow-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-114033806830193589</id><published>2006-02-19T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:50:26.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They say love is setting the other freeBut how do you let go of memoriesWhen your soul it attatchesYou cant lose what you never hadBut why do I feel like a loser?I realise that I can relate better to girls than guys in matters of the heartNot that I am gay, just not ruthlessWhy do the bad guys always win? There is no place left in this worldBut why should I change.Time and time again fate plays </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114033806830193589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/114033806830193589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/02/they-say-love-is-setting-other-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-113904597282254843</id><published>2006-02-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T17:39:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you know do you knowWhat it is what it wasDont you know dont you knowwhat it feels what it feelsDidnt you know didnt you knowwhat this is what this isWouldnt you know wouldnt you knowI dont know either</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113904597282254843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113904597282254843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-you-know-do-you-know-what-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-113853992009176101</id><published>2006-01-29T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:05:20.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Running away.Head among the clouds,Stare into the horizonThe stars replyAs the sun contemplates his moveThe moon initiatesThe Clouds comeAll is coveredYet the sky is clearLost in thoughts</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113853992009176101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113853992009176101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/01/running-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-113839135326008973</id><published>2006-01-28T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:49:13.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113839135326008973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113839135326008973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-113792992330331511</id><published>2006-01-22T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:38:43.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiness or rather the desire to attain it is that which people yearn for.No world is perfect, nor should it be.Sin, Vice, negativity. Where would we be without them?True happiness can only be found along the road to happiness.The destination itself which will never comeWe suffer so greatly with hopes of happinessYet it is ironically THAT suffering, which will bring us happinessWere you happy? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113792992330331511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113792992330331511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/01/happiness-or-rather-desire-to-attain.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-113620707151673665</id><published>2006-01-02T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:04:33.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye 2005, Hello 2006.It has been a very eventful year for me. It has also been a year of change, a year of many tears and yet also a year of many wonderful things. The whole year has been flashing by through my head the whole day. The poly end times, the superslack last days, the Thailand trip..the chalets and all the old clubbing days.  And now, the regimentation of a soldier. Army has come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113620707151673665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113620707151673665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodbye-2005-hello-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-113551427049930503</id><published>2005-12-25T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T20:37:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These 2 feet of mineFresh from the island these 2 cameFrom green carpets to concrete junglesA new place brings new joys and painAs I walked with these feet of mineThe humble grandeur extended in aweIt took some time to quite settle inInto SAFTI the home of the officer corpsAs I walked with these feet of mineAwaiting our fates in AGSTAnxious faces met jittery nervesInto Golf Wing platoon 3I walked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113551427049930503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113551427049930503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/12/these-2-feet-of-mine-fresh-from-island.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-113414112367907149</id><published>2005-12-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:12:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish I could beEvery little thing you wantedEvery little thing you needI wish I could be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113414112367907149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113414112367907149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wish-i-could-be-every-little-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-113308720727104795</id><published>2005-11-27T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:26:47.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Each and Every DayEach step i take, brings me back to the firstEach breath i take, leaves me gasping for moreEach glance i take, graceful gestures of hersEach moment i take, falling like never beforeEach day i take, wishing you were mineEach minute i take, thoughts filled with youEach night i take, hoping for a signEach morning i take, waking up without you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113308720727104795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113308720727104795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/11/each-and-every-day-each-step-i-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-113184882956937506</id><published>2005-11-13T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:59:00.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When youre gone, all the colours fadeBut how can you be gone?When you aren't even hereWhen you're gone, the world crumblesBut how can you be gone?When you aren't even hereWhen you're gone, heart lead fallsBut how can you be gone?When you aren't even hereWhen you're gone, tomorrow followsBut how can you be gone?When you aren't even hereBut you are goneeven before I can speakPassing before meLike a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113184882956937506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113184882956937506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-youre-gone-all-colours-fade-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-113126881471094902</id><published>2005-11-06T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:20:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Tribute to Grpyphon Company 03/05I Remember3rd of June our journey beganA bold leap from boy to manThe unfamiliar faces, the coloured hairSeems like just yesterday we were thereI rememberParents and siblings, girlfriends alikeSpent their last moments with simple delightTime to let go, time for a new phaseNever know what I'd learn from this placeI rememberThe sergeants screamed and the Sirs did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113126881471094902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/113126881471094902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/11/tribute-to-grpyphon-company-0305-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-111768825480952834</id><published>2005-06-02T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T12:57:34.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This will be the last entry before I head for that huge unknown uncertainty. The day most boys seem to dread, but too the day they start their metamophorsis. Though it seems garbage is no longer the usual fare, rations are quite hard to stomache for some. Besides that, the friendly neighbourhood Cooks will be dishing out their specialites, thrice daily. Hw nice. Well its nt that i think its THAT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/111768825480952834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/111768825480952834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-will-be-last-entry-before-i-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-111453725990749684</id><published>2005-04-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:40:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The hungerIt lives inside me, it is who I amFueling the desire, the dark forbidden passionIt takes control, my will it does bendOf sense make none words of my confessionBut pure guile prehaps? Could it be?Affection displaced in senseless controlDisplaying so in splendourous decreeLove unending, though heart grow oldGrant me liberation's hand I pleaNever for granted never for a dayCherished for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/111453725990749684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/111453725990749684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/04/hunger-it-lives-inside-me-it-is-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-111436764155302759</id><published>2005-04-25T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T02:40:52.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The words echo through my soul, each note hitting raw nerve...A song, its just a song.But yet why does it seem to hurt from deep within? It just feels as if Ive been ripped apart and left to die, with each beat of my heart I bleed your presence. But you are just a face I dont know, You are just a voice I dont hear, A love I dont Feel. How much I try itll just be another fairy tale, it will just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/111436764155302759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/111436764155302759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/04/words-echo-through-my-soul-each-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-111428685108100535</id><published>2005-04-24T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:16:44.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April 24th, almost the end of the month, and a month of break- Boredom amidst enjoyment. The weeks have been draggy yet there is always something to look forward to, the light at the end of the tunnel. Well, u see, thats the fun part, getting to the end of that tunnel wondering what holds. And after that, life brings you to another tunnel, sometimes an even darker one, giving you the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/111428685108100535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/111428685108100535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-24th-almost-end-of-month-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-111133728805580778</id><published>2005-03-21T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:48:08.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess this is the March entry? heh... What can I say, Final Year Project is finally over..or was over on friday the 18th of March 2005 at 1030 hours...So relieved all the stress is gone, im still feeling the after effects..hah..but still at the same time, when you come to think about it, its just sad thinking that this is the last project ure ever gonna do in poly..the last time ure gonna take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/111133728805580778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/111133728805580778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-guess-this-is-march-entry-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-110830506705133486</id><published>2005-02-13T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:31:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boy I´ve missed your kisses all the time but this istwenty five minutes too lateThough you travelled so far boy I´m sorry your aretwenty five minutes too late ----A Gem of a song.Tells you time never waits for anyone. If you can spare your heart to break, dont make your love one wait."Boy" and any other referals above are purely fictatious and do not relate to anyone living or dead thank you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/110830506705133486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/110830506705133486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2005/02/boy-ive-missed-your-kisses-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-110286897994009877</id><published>2004-12-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T00:29:39.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Year 2004....the most eventful year thus far. This is one year which i will never ever forget. It has taken so many people and still a month to go. Im not ashamed to blog this down or feel weird because I dont really care how many people read this, in fact, I want the world to know what a great person my Grandma was.Anyways, My granny passed away on the morning of 6th December, at around 9:30 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/110286897994009877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/110286897994009877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/12/year-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-110028755621741087</id><published>2004-11-13T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T03:25:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jazz sparks up the mood...yet it mellows it down too...its wonderfully sweet and pleasant.A great companion always :) sigh ... Well things can be real boring at times but thats life !!! Shit happens doh!!! like who doesnt shit :P ...haha.... Been listenin to house alot recently...not forgettin rnB..cover songs...as well as...Jazzz!Well more into music....i hope olinda wins...altho she aint </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/110028755621741087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/110028755621741087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/11/jazz-sparks-up-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109929782107712192</id><published>2004-11-01T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:30:21.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well lemme see...the last time i blogged was arnd 1 month and 3 weeks ago? super long..haha just cant seem to find the mood to blog... Jaq&gt; bloggin is abt feeling!!!! haha ..ok well exams are finally over(Thank God), but heres the stupid ironic part... I wish it was sch term again...boring hols are no fun...dont u just hate it when during exam period u wish for holidays to come..and when they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109929782107712192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109929782107712192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-lemme-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109544216037644815</id><published>2004-09-18T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T01:29:20.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a little cool...its like the first time i had a decent conversation with so many different people.. Well ok, went for the tea reception in Ngee Ann for all the societies and Clubs, I was representing the Slackers Union in Ngee Ann...so sad, only me, the president could make it...and considering we have 80% of the student body in the society :) heh..welll catched up abit with some old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109544216037644815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109544216037644815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-was-little-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109504582889280177</id><published>2004-09-13T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:36:26.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I fell on my knees,And they brokeBut Im not a kid anymoreNo Tears</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109504582889280177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109504582889280177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-fell-on-my-kneesand-they-brokebut-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109429197056066278</id><published>2004-09-04T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T17:59:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finished exams, passed all but weren't too good. Been sleeping early the past days, neglecting work...no mood to do the damn website....there is no creativity bubblin under my skull...i started reading "Brillance of the moon" aagain....i have to finish it without dragging too long, les i forget the characters...Lifes been ok, boring mostly, driving is the only time i really forget abt the world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109429197056066278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109429197056066278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/09/finished-exams-passed-all-but-werent.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109319842938529357</id><published>2004-08-23T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T02:13:49.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think im going through my 2nd puberty....Im not just talking abt not procrastinating or not thinking too much..i think i really need to find myself....to find what i really am below my abyss of thoughts...I am soo lost.....but i Will be found</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109319842938529357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109319842938529357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-think-im-going-through-my-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109285398487417285</id><published>2004-08-19T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T02:33:04.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its funny, funny how the journey called life can be so ironic, so deceitful, so full of twists, yet it holds such beauty, such love, such meaning. The roads are so twisted that one can barely see whats coming next. Im confused, confused and the constant question of why things happen keeps popping up inside my head...It feels really terrible, knowing nothing can be done...What good is a shepard if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109285398487417285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109285398487417285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-funny-funny-how-journey-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109271328811516285</id><published>2004-08-17T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T11:28:08.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its study week now, how interesting eh. Why can't they just put the hols after the tests? I'd rather finish all the tests then have a holiday for people to enjoy or catch up to the topics covered. I really hate having sch after test week.hah. I've been studying but not that much, like 1 chapter per day??? I really think I ain't gonna make it DOH &gt;&lt; Time really is flying while you're enjoying..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109271328811516285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109271328811516285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-study-week-now-how-interesting-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109199502683815523</id><published>2004-08-09T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T03:57:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha guess my site aint that evil eh??? Yeah...prolly hidden evil or some shit hah... anyway Happy National Day to u all...:) Have a great year ahead on free soil ...and to those in service of our nation, Thank You!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109199502683815523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109199502683815523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/08/haha-guess-my-site-aint-that-evil-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109124218872827205</id><published>2004-07-31T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T10:49:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  After looking at some blogs, i can see that everyone is having a good time on a friday night. All seems to be well....just plain FUCKED up im stuck at home.....Well its just one of those nights when u seem to HATE EVERYTHING thats around u...everything seems to go wrong or not ure way and what else  can u feel besides the festering sin inside u....whatever man....I see the sun as it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109124218872827205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109124218872827205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/07/after-looking-at-some-blogs-i-can-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109103962403235677</id><published>2004-07-29T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T02:33:44.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ashes to ashes dust to dust... The wind blows hard, mixed with death's scent... a speck of dust enough to blind..a scar for eternity, reminiscence of its wake....It all forms a wall around me.....slowly the vision becomes clearer, the wall becomes merely a veil of shadow but what i see at the other end is just darkness....for I am part of that veil but for another....I am just a speck......Dust </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109103962403235677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109103962403235677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-believe-love-is-never-there-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-109025409282272032</id><published>2004-07-20T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T00:21:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont know why i feel so fucked up ....never got stoned so much too   oh yes and happy bdae to u J</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109025409282272032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/109025409282272032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-dont-know-why-i-feel-so-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-108990539270818705</id><published>2004-07-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T23:29:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Snow Falls...Heavens sorrow poured into each drop...As it hits against skin, it seems to feel as one. The snow gets into my eyes, and they cry tears that were never meant to be. Every flake makes the ground harder to tread...And they come varying in size. Though warmth of the clothes do well to keep the cold away, they also hide the frostbites...These scars may be visible to just the clothes,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108990539270818705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108990539270818705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/07/snow-falls.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-108926995103446581</id><published>2004-07-08T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T14:59:11.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blue Winter may explode without warningMEXPLOSIVEUsername:From Go-Quiz.comSo this means ill blow up one day??? Brace yourselves! *snigger*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108926995103446581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108926995103446581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/07/blue-winter-may-explode-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-108813270130468772</id><published>2004-06-25T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T15:14:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was hard to wake up, but not just cause i was tired. I had a dream(s) last night, not just any dream..Its one of those dreams that come once in a blue moon but leaves the heart hanging and the mind wandering for eternity..It was so sweet, nice, funny, crazy annnnnd realllly weiiirrrd(ahah! crys, spelled this right). I mean it was really weird and wrong??? Yet it was so innocent..Dreams can be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108813270130468772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108813270130468772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/06/it-was-hard-to-wake-up-but-not-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-108775298163868129</id><published>2004-06-21T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T01:36:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmmmmmm im a little slow with my blog...dont know why i have no urgency to blog when i feel like it...heh....well..lots of things have happened...cheryl came back, i signed up my advance theory, the foc camp finished already....anddddd I went to centro...lol....ah well....sch hols coming to an end, back to studying..urgh and slavery...lately been sleeping late coz of soccer...damn gotta adjust </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108775298163868129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108775298163868129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/06/mmmmmmmm-im-little-slow-with-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-108594287035575348</id><published>2004-05-31T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T02:47:50.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zooooom...going off to australia later....haha fast eh..june already..be back on the 10th, gonna buy lotsa stuff ...nougats being the most sought after goods..lolz.....well guys just send me a mail of what u want...what ill buy is a different story :) haha....take care all and ill see u guys when i get back !!!! gonna keep it short n sweet, bye guys!-^_^arC</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108594287035575348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108594287035575348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/05/zooooom.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-108496646334854241</id><published>2004-05-19T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T19:34:23.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah...after so long finally gonna update this page....Just 1 day after the exams my attatchment started...talk about a break lolz. Had flu symptoms when my exams were on but it blew into full effect....and other ppls faces..:P ...had to take 2nd day off work but i managed to do some designing at home.not bad aye? The days pass rather fast..another week and im off to Australia! when im back June </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108496646334854241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108496646334854241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/05/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-108028482361982078</id><published>2004-03-26T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T15:10:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-82- more days!Haha......Dang im a dopeugh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108028482361982078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/108028482361982078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/03/82-more-days-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107996887411882209</id><published>2004-03-22T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T23:28:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-86 days-Took a damn long questionnaire....tsk  I scored91½%on the classic 400 Point Purity Test!Take the test here!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107996887411882209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107996887411882209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/03/86-days-took-damn-long-questionnaire.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107988343011189911</id><published>2004-03-21T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:40:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like Im caught within time...Things seem to be happening so slow these few days, Sleeping alot..too much mabybe yet still I feel fatigued...Sleep isnt doing its job...Had unpleasant dreams too..and its of things ive never really dreamt i would ever dream about ...wierd.......gonna start blogging more often i guess...finishing my Social psych presentation for tmr...:(...feel like skipping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107988343011189911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107988343011189911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-feel-like-im-caught-within-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107970232292666802</id><published>2004-03-19T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:22:03.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheryl Left todayDidnt sleep much...woke up late...took 53 and made it before she left..Well...it was rather rushed and she was pretty busy, we didnt get a chance to play the song for her. But i guess at least she took the prezzies...heh....we stayed around bk toking crap n eating...haha was pretty funny...........i asked the counter guy what burger was that on the "shelf" and he told me "BK"...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107970232292666802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107970232292666802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/03/cheryl-left-today-didnt-sleep-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107944921014794013</id><published>2004-03-16T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:03:26.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a real eventful day.....wracked my brain at parkway....cant hardly find a good place......so many considerations so little time......haiz.....stopped by delifrance for a meal...dont know why i got pissed so easily today.....ppl are really hard to understand sometimes..i jjust dont get it.....it always comes down to money....everyone always uses a lame excuse like ohh "mz is rich" or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107944921014794013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107944921014794013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-been-real-eventful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107893969044178855</id><published>2004-03-11T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:14:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now on ill update my blog with a lil story ...Comments welcome....=====1. The GirlThe Comb slid through her Long jet-black tresses so effortlessly that it was like a living testament of the power of products, only this was natural.  Equally as effortless, she tied a half-bun with the aid of the comb's tip. It was already Seven in the morning and she had to be in school in less than thirty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107893969044178855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107893969044178855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/03/now-on-ill-update-my-blog-with-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107893420979840789</id><published>2004-03-10T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T12:50:20.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gazed at the stars tonight,And thoughts of you filled me with de-light.A Blanket of light covered my heart,The same light which blinded my eyes.The stars remind me of a time,When I could always find you up there......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107893420979840789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107893420979840789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-gazed-at-stars-tonight-and-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107755745283357422</id><published>2004-02-24T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T01:33:39.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is a lil poem i wrote during lecture..was pretty bored...haha!---------Naked and bare on Winter's Hand,I stand without motive, intention nor plan.The swiftness of the blowing winds which carry,The Frost-Bitten leaves across the crystal quarry.Oh how cold it is out here!Like the freezing waters of Lleven's Pier.Tis the chill emiting from thy frozen heart,To mine own it doth lie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107755745283357422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107755745283357422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-is-lil-poem-i-wrote-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107624902316039244</id><published>2004-02-08T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T22:06:09.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dont know whats wrong with me...there always seem to be complications in life...wether in frenz, family, schwork, internally or even in love......and the worse thing is that its always the same thing or similiar......ah well.......after reading the email on Reasons Seasons and liftime...i realise so many of my frens whom i thought were close are actually just a phase.....come and go ...and come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107624902316039244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107624902316039244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/02/dont-know-whats-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107608314446243357</id><published>2004-02-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T00:01:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something so true.....sighz-------------------------Am I a reason, a season or a lifetime??Are You A Reason, A Season, Or A Lifetime?Pay attention to what you read. After you read this, you will knowthe reason it was sent to you! People come into your life for a reason, aseason or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will knowWhat to do for each person.When someone is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107608314446243357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107608314446243357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/02/something-so-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107382703884766626</id><published>2004-01-11T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T13:31:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A nice little poem from 10 things i hate about you------------- I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick - It even makes me rhyme.   I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107382703884766626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107382703884766626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/01/nice-little-poem-from-10-things-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107339738727433817</id><published>2004-01-06T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:56:46.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life....same ole boring routines....well...sch has started. First week will be holidays still since there is only lectures that need to attend. The lectures are all introductory lectures too...how sickening......suddenly feel so lost...neither here nor there, friends not free, all have sch,army, work? No game, Song nor Show can replace the company of friends....got not much to write...havent been</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107339738727433817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107339738727433817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/01/life.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107330311689525235</id><published>2004-01-05T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T19:45:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Happy New Year Everyone..may 2004 be your year..!----I stand gazing at the Crimson Moon,A gentle hymn resonates the evening skies,The Faded Sonance of the sparrow's song that he so gently croons.The warm blanket of fire which covered the land,Is slowly swallowed by the gaping maw of Night,The turn of the page, This last day would soon end.The night comes alive for one last time,As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107330311689525235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107330311689525235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2004/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107244213536572470</id><published>2003-12-26T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T20:35:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Xmas....The Moon tonight shines with undaunted fervour,As the folk across the land dance with ceaseless vigor.The sparkles along the streetlights seem to come alive,The Air is pierced by the resounding joy like knives.This is the Atmosphere of Christmas.I stop for a breath, hanging by a moment.Engulfed by the fireflies of the night they torment,Every Minute a dizzying ecstasy of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107244213536572470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107244213536572470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2003/12/merry-xmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107185308585257854</id><published>2003-12-20T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T01:24:12.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My wishlist for this year...=======One is the Spirit of Confidence which I've Lost.Two is the Strength to Carry my own cross.Three is the Harmonious Atmosphere of my Adobe.Four is the Assurance of Kinship everyday.Five would be a Lovely Surprise that need not be expensive.Six is the gift of Someone's Heart without Ulterior Motive.Eight would be a DvD collection of The Lord of the Rings </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107185308585257854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107185308585257854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-wishlist-for-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107158442133343310</id><published>2003-12-16T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:28:39.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I shalt be abit different....Maybe time to write a real "blog" ? Haha.....OH well.....This Mornin went to play soccer at nyjc...Met kev at 10:30 outside my house..kao la..he cycle there make me run next to him lol!!! in the end reach there,found out that the main gate was closed! wtf...then we walk 1 big round, also all the gates closed or blocked...tHen we bo bian dowan to go 1 HUGE round </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107158442133343310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107158442133343310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2003/12/today-i-shalt-be-abit-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107150379470327220</id><published>2003-12-15T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T23:56:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just another day again,Strangely this time theres no pain.Seems time has done its job real good,Or is it just my friends who brought up my mood.I found out the truth about 5 minutes ago,Wasn't a surprise, just not easy to let go.Read Wendy's blog earlier today,Alots been happening, sad to say.Sometimes I just wonder what is friendship all about,Its not just the bond of 2 strangers who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107150379470327220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107150379470327220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2003/12/just-another-day-again-strangely-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107133441960961217</id><published>2003-12-14T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T13:30:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today kinda fucked up!!!! sorry for vulgarities bear with it........just wrote this....dono whats wrong with life la.....this afternoon was having fun n all at SSB...then now feeling shit ?? wtf man..........Well...ive thought about it and made up my mind.....time to get on.....i dont give a Sh*t...................-Why-Once in a long while I miss,Your kiss and your smile all top of my list.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107133441960961217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107133441960961217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2003/12/today-kinda-fucked-up-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107107133669656253</id><published>2003-12-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:49:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today...been thinking about the past again. Seems the pictures still haunt me...-Paintings-Beneath a dust covered blanketLie a window to the soul.A rich kaleidoscope of emotions,And words of a thousand thoughtsAll Blend as one to portray the image of the heart.Expressions flow, reality distortsTime stops as the world is at your fingertips.The tool of creation that so masterfully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107107133669656253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107107133669656253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2003/12/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107064602156275198</id><published>2003-12-06T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:49:46.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Song is my personal Edit of 'First Love' by Utada Hikaru...A really beautiful song with truly great meaning....Ill change the title to avoid copy issue haha.I might improve it in the future againtoo,not sure..I hope I didnt spoil it too much tho^_^..This goes out to all of u...especially to that someone.....-Memory-Verse1:I cant Forget, How you touched my heartInstilling hope and joy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107064602156275198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107064602156275198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2003/12/this-song-is-my-personal-edit-of-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137955.post-107004211889330196</id><published>2003-11-29T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:50:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This poem is dedicated to those who feel the same way ...-Seasons-The source of man's strength both young and old,is elusive yet abundant, richer than gold.Love is the key, its power is beyond apprehension,It heals the past, yet destroys the future in glorious redemption.The 4 seasons of existence so old,Reflects this love, which men so dearly hold.They say the beginning of love is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107004211889330196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137955/posts/default/107004211889330196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blue-winter.blogspot.com/2003/11/this-poem-is-dedicated-to-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus "Marzipan" Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951738554211459294</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></entry></feed>
