<?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-8992905884088605426</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:38:08.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Wankee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992905884088605426.post-2210869298898790850</id><published>2011-03-04T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T01:24:00.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These photographs that hang on my wall meant everything&lt;br /&gt;Looking back they all seem like a fading dream&lt;br /&gt;But waking now I know that it's just a fallacy&lt;br /&gt;I rub my eyes and face reality&lt;br /&gt;How could I just sit and ignore all the signs&lt;br /&gt;Was it easier to say it was fine?&lt;br /&gt;Now the words are out in the open air&lt;br /&gt;I try to make it right but you don't care&lt;br /&gt;Content to be blind, not to see&lt;br /&gt;Put up a wall I can't tear down&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason, you don't have to shut me out&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it seems that you're too good for me&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were like family?&lt;br /&gt;Now you've ruined everything&lt;br /&gt;With everything passing day the space between us only grew&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the person I once knew?&lt;br /&gt;And there were time I called you almost every single day&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd see my name and put your phone away&lt;br /&gt;Funny how expendable some things can be&lt;br /&gt;Like our friendship and your negativity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-2210869298898790850?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571242931570098946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbI9loeyf1w/TVEH7bWkQwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7WAEC3bi2l4/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbI9loeyf1w/TVEHa3XNZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ySeUgCj7V7Y/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571242372153304962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NbI9loeyf1w/TVEHa3XNZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ySeUgCj7V7Y/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY was great, collected quite a large sum of money hahaha(: Happy cny to all friends out there!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-4740326088135902500?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NbI9loeyf1w/TVEJSb7MkvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CJWHGoyFV5E/s72-c/2011-02-04%2B13.20.24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992905884088605426.post-6851310478673570902</id><published>2011-02-03T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:47:07.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope no love no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our lifes,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-6851310478673570902?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992905884088605426.post-3568456703884717515</id><published>2011-01-29T21:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:34:20.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting for me to post about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-3568456703884717515?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/3568456703884717515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=3568456703884717515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/3568456703884717515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/3568456703884717515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/nothing-interesting-for-me-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-826650006509967541</id><published>2011-01-27T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:57:37.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love chocolates when i'm sad. Even God agrees with me(y):D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-826650006509967541?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/826650006509967541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=826650006509967541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/826650006509967541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/826650006509967541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-chocolates-when-im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-8745101505376284184</id><published>2011-01-25T02:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T02:06:30.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess whats today?:D&lt;br /&gt;A TUESDAY YOU DUMB FAG!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-8745101505376284184?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/8745101505376284184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=8745101505376284184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/8745101505376284184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/8745101505376284184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-whats-todayd-tuesday-you-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-7866657061075315683</id><published>2011-01-25T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T02:06:10.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what is today. A TUESDAY DUMB! HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-7866657061075315683?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/7866657061075315683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=7866657061075315683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/7866657061075315683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/7866657061075315683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-what-is-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-8118943643989915188</id><published>2011-01-21T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:23:15.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Left myself in such a mess, my mind can't get no rest.&lt;br /&gt;Fast asleep where i keep my memories, she's calling me out in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;She visits me, what will be? Will i see her again soon?&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so afraid of awaking? She's gone and i feel i've been forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;In sleep is the only place i get to see her, to love her.&lt;br /&gt;And i know that the story ends, the one that's in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Well i'll be alone again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-8118943643989915188?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/8118943643989915188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=8118943643989915188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/8118943643989915188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/8118943643989915188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/left-myself-in-such-mess-my-mind-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-8186329703971673837</id><published>2011-01-20T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:38:06.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored right now, it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and there's nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;Still so set to finding out where we went wrong. The night turns boring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ever since&lt;/span&gt; the conversation ended that night. I'm very very very tempted to talk to you, but you said that we shouldn't contact each other. That was something hard for me, it was such a heavy blow. But i've to stand on both feet and swollow the damage done. If i can go back into time, i swear things wouldn't be the same. So much the same, let the heart not complain. The phone's right beside me and i really feel like talking to youuuu. Temptation~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-8186329703971673837?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/8186329703971673837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=8186329703971673837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/8186329703971673837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/8186329703971673837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-so-bored-right-now-its-friday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-645961677628632361</id><published>2011-01-17T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:05:29.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all in how you mix the two and it starts where the light exist.&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling that you cannot miss, it burns a hole through everyone that feels it. Well your never gonna find it when your looking for it, won't come your way. Well you're never gonna find it, if you're looking for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-645961677628632361?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/645961677628632361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=645961677628632361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/645961677628632361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/645961677628632361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-all-in-how-you-mix-two-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-8069381729316044040</id><published>2011-01-15T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:41:03.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So bored~ Went to sentosa yesterday with mms. It rained but it was still a fun day. I wrote your name on the sand, got washed away. I screamed and shouted into the air but the pain was still there. I ran under the rain, hoping it'll cool me down, but it was still clinging onto me. I tried to be happy but i could do it for a short while. The devastating feeling will still come and haunt me. Sleepless nights..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i saw you again. At your shop it was. When i was walking there, i didn't know you would be there and my heart pumped faster than 15 november. The adrenaline filled my body and yes, yesterday was the 15. Just when i saw you, a brush of happiness was shot into my blood stream. I could only feel happiness and i was lost for words. When i was leaving, i was still looking out for you. I'm satisfied with even a glace of your beautiful face, and yes you noticed me noticing you. Satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;If only time can be bought with money~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when you called, someone in my dream told me to wake up and answer my call. It wrote your name on my phone. I thought i was still in a dream but no, it was reality. I miss your voice, i miss you even more. I'll remember what you told me last night and i know you meant what you said to me. Istillloveyou my dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-8069381729316044040?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/8069381729316044040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=8069381729316044040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/8069381729316044040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/8069381729316044040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-bored-went-to-sentosa-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-27838029083669000</id><published>2011-01-12T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T02:26:57.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>15 more days, 15 more days, 15 more days.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself i could do it, but why must that strange feeling keep popping out even before that actual day? I rather take the blow at once rather than to suffer day by day, looking at my otherself rot and decay. I would be half conscious when i took it all at once, which keeps me from thinking and thinking when i'm still conscious. I've seen the tallest tress fall down, it wasn't as hurting as this. Oh shit i just realise it isn't 15 days left. It is JUST A WEEK. A WEEK. A WEEK. A WEEK. A WEEK. A WEEK. And the longer I lay here I know it's harder to get up without you, lose another day here, i'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodnight. I'll move on. You'll call it fate, I'll call it karma. We had our time, it was funwhile it lasted. I'll look back with honor and no regrets. I won't be mad, won't feel bad. These memories will never leave me. Don't be sad, cause life goes on, life goes on. It's getting too late. Tomorrow is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-27838029083669000?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/27838029083669000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=27838029083669000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/27838029083669000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/27838029083669000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/15-more-days-15-more-days-15-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-2336664433255782351</id><published>2011-01-10T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:12:24.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How the fuck are we supposed to know. When I'm a monster, with the way, you refuse to die. How the fuck are we supposed to know. If we're in love or if we're in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a tightrope walker. Can't find my circus and I'm damaged beyond repair.Now you're just a coffin of a girl I knew and I'm buried in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes I dream I'm an exterminating angel. A travelling executioner from heaven, sent to give you the prettiest death I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I still remember how it all came back together just to fall apart again. I hear your voice inside mine. I breathed your name into the air, i etched your name into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I tore the wiring of my brain, i tried my best to keep it clear. So dear no matter how we part, i hold you sweetly in my head. And if i do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If i can't love you as a lover, i can love you as a friend. What a bunch of fools we lovers are. Like a city sick of storms and sick to wait for God to call the floods out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-2336664433255782351?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/2336664433255782351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=2336664433255782351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/2336664433255782351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/2336664433255782351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-fuck-are-we-supposed-to-know_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-3879122761316190624</id><published>2011-01-10T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T06:56:37.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How the fuck are we supposed to know. When I'm a monster, with the way, you refuse to die. How the fuck are we supposed to know. If we're in love, or if we're in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a tightrope walker. Can't find my circus and I'm damaged beyond repair. Now you're just a coffin, of a girl I knew and I'm buried in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are we in love or are we in pain? Is my wound a front door to you? Am I my own shadow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-3879122761316190624?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/3879122761316190624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=3879122761316190624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/3879122761316190624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/3879122761316190624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-fuck-are-we-supposed-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-4600662046238834772</id><published>2011-01-10T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:50:30.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday all my troubles seems so far away~&lt;br /&gt;Alright yesterday was a really splendid day, had so much of fun with baby. Although time flies but at least it means that it is precious. So that makes me cherish the time spent with her even more:D And i'm quite surprised baby wrote on my blog hahaha thanks baby appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;I can count on you yes i know, i know you'll be there(: Why never say that phrase in korean?! :@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-4600662046238834772?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/4600662046238834772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=4600662046238834772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/4600662046238834772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/4600662046238834772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/yesterday-all-my-troubles-seems-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-2999812575411630805</id><published>2011-01-09T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:04:02.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha hi!!!!! Guess who am i? I'm here to give you a surprise blog entry! Well baby, what you said was actually true... The one month we had shared actually seems more like a year. Went through quite alot tgt and hopefully more to come okay? In the future that is. If fate is still on our side. Well, actually i really thank God for blessing me with a guy like you. Someone who is so understanding, mature and pretty!! ^^ Just so you know, 'm sooooo glad that i can call you mine. :) And just wna let you know, come what may, be it rain or shine, i'll be there together with you to pass through this tough phase of your life. You know you can count on me. Love you higher than the sky and as deep as the ground &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-2999812575411630805?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/2999812575411630805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=2999812575411630805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/2999812575411630805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/2999812575411630805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/hahahahaha-hi-guess-who-am-i-im-here-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-9140820233466819690</id><published>2011-01-08T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:12:33.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the days pass slow yet quick,&lt;br /&gt;I feel more intimidated than the previous minute.&lt;br /&gt;It tortures me in day and torments me in my dream at night.&lt;br /&gt;A woman held my shield through the battles we did wrong,&lt;br /&gt;a man would tell me wisdom through the static we were gone.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when you're gone your name will echo through the stars,&lt;br /&gt;every start has an ending athough we've learnt to rise about it all.&lt;br /&gt;Out where the waves crash timorous on the land,&lt;br /&gt;I was trembling for fear for the uproar.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that if you're cold i'll keep you warm.&lt;br /&gt;And what's more i adore you.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what's there to fear my dear?&lt;br /&gt;You think some celestial being up above is trying to rob us of or love?&lt;br /&gt;My dear you know there's not.&lt;br /&gt;And we will hear the seraphs cry and still envy you and i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-9140820233466819690?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/9140820233466819690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=9140820233466819690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/9140820233466819690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/9140820233466819690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-days-pass-slow-yet-quick-i-feel-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-7381930090025931486</id><published>2011-01-07T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T08:40:02.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Rise!" Said the Boy to his Lover,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Darling, get up. I've brought you my love, and brought it far!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Leave!" Said the Girl to her lover, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I've given in. If love is a bridge, we built it wrong!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Curb your anger, still your fist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You held my hand but you were too afraid to speak,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were too afraid to speak &amp;amp; i could never understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember when you lean in quick to kiss me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear not a single force on Earth could stop the trembling in my hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember how you smiled in a crowded little coffeehouse,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and laughed at all my jokes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still remember the way that you dressed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How you wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I remember when I knew that you'd be leaving, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how I barely kept up breathing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember how we held so strong to this, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though we had never really settled on a way out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been alone here, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been afraid my dear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-7381930090025931486?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/7381930090025931486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=7381930090025931486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/7381930090025931486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/7381930090025931486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/rise-said-boy-to-his-lover-darling-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-2491373402646401568</id><published>2011-01-06T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T07:07:01.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FML! school's in for summer!&lt;br /&gt;Okay today's the third day of school and it seems like i'm missing the good old days during the school holiday. AWWW so sad, if i didn't retain, today i would be waiting for me god damn results. So school was alright,  same old daily life like usual. So i should really work hard to achieve what i want in my future(y) Life is hard, but before enjoyments is a long road filled with hardships. I guess i should put triple amount of effort more than last year and the days are counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life's not really a bitch sometimes, today i ended school at 1230 and tomorrow too! So its great that school's hour ain't that long(y) After school i went home directly and i forgot what i did when i got home. Then baby came to my house and we spent some precious time with each other:D Baby i'll be there, don't worry, i'll help you in boosting your confidence!:D:D:D:D:D After baby went off i had dinner with family and went to look for mms:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4 OF ME NOT SMOKINGGGGG!&lt;3 Love you bby!&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-2491373402646401568?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/2491373402646401568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=2491373402646401568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/2491373402646401568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/2491373402646401568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/fml-schools-in-for-summer-okay-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-4380506214442542631</id><published>2011-01-02T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:14:33.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently its quite late in the night, listening to close your eyes-song for the broken. We're now in 2011 and it feels like 2010 was just like yesterday. Actually its only 3 days ago but it seems like i can't let 2010 go.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a year of fun memories, went through a lot together with my close friends. We see each other laugh, cry and get angry. I could remember it like as if it just happened. So overall 2010 was a great year and never will i forget the contents of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year eve, new year-&lt;br /&gt;It may seem to be a typical way to celebrate but the events that happened during that few hours was unforgetable. The fireworks and all was nothing unique. The crowd will always be the same for the last day of the year. Everyone was overwhelmed with eagerness to move on to 2011. And during the last few minutes of 2010, you'll feel that time can't wait for us, so that last few moments was precious. After the fireworks, we went to esplanade to slack around. Played with sparkles and all, chit chat, laugh, make jokes. All along i felt there was someone missing, which is my lover): The feeling was unbearable, i wanted to see her badly. And yes i saw her that day. I did not give up, i'm proud of myself that i didn't. That morning was perfect although it took a lot of effort:D&lt;br /&gt;Loveeee you babyyyy&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-4380506214442542631?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/4380506214442542631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=4380506214442542631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/4380506214442542631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/4380506214442542631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2011/01/currently-its-quite-late-in-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-7608527584087396570</id><published>2010-12-27T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T02:20:57.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas eve(y)&lt;br /&gt;Christmast eve was great, as i expected it was filled with fun, love, joy, laughter and memories. First we headed down to sentosa, half way to harbourfront it rained heavily.The rain made yiwei's and jamis's birkenstock spoil, and made my shoe wet. After that we went to vivo and headed down to sentosa, it was still raining so we waited at the beach station. Then when its not that heavy we tramed to siloso beach. The beach was quite empty and the sand was wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started swimming at 6.15 cause the lifeguards said that we can only swim after 6.15. When we started swimming, i saw something floating on the water. I thought it was a snake so i shouted and everyone shouted, then the 'snake' started swimming towards the rocky area. But it turned out to be a monitor lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming, we went back to vivo to meet yongren junqin and ade. Then had dinner at subway. The food like shiok ah, then became full like hell. Then went to skypark to slack. Then when baby finished work she came to vivo to meet me. Was really very happy to see her! Christmas wouldn't be the same without you. Then slack around till 12 cause we have to leave the area before they lock the sliding door. Then went to the water fountain area to sit down lepak. Had a walk with baby after that and we saw some statue that is similar to her ring. I didn't know things would turn out this way but that place was the first time i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith, God told me to have faith and everything. If time is what you need, you can take your time. I won't rush, i won't rush a single minute of your time. I can take it slow, as slow as how the see the aeroplane flying from down below. I hope my dreams and wishes come true, if i cannot love you as a lover, i will love you as a friend. I don't wanna worry, cause i have more to worry about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-7608527584087396570?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/7608527584087396570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=7608527584087396570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/7608527584087396570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/7608527584087396570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-evey-christmast-eve-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Wankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07162416813871598292</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-8992905884088605426.post-324076481817704598</id><published>2010-12-22T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:09:14.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away!&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16 for two days already and it seems rather good,&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt so good in my life for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;19 seemed like an ordinary day but it was filled with&lt;br /&gt;love, fun moments, happiness and all by the people who&lt;br /&gt;was there. Then yesterday, baby came to meet me. I gave her&lt;br /&gt;something and she likes it^^ Then went to town with baby,&lt;br /&gt;her friends and gary. Met alex, kianteck and vera there.&lt;br /&gt;Then hung out till the sun was down(: Time spent with baby&lt;br /&gt;was short but it was precious, just one more week and time&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be a problem^^ just bear with it(y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-324076481817704598?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/324076481817704598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=324076481817704598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/324076481817704598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-8992905884088605426.post-3348519088143559493</id><published>2008-04-24T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T05:51:27.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dum Dee Dum...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a superhero neither am I Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to save the world...like as if you would believe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;I cam from pluto which is filled with candies.&lt;br /&gt;I crawl like Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;I fly like superman.&lt;br /&gt;I drive like batman.&lt;br /&gt;I live in wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;George Bush is my friend, so is peter pan :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-3348519088143559493?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' 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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-8992905884088605426.post-6338061443876520555</id><published>2008-03-10T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T05:45:53.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am home again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am whole again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am young again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You, make me feel like I am fun again&lt;br /&gt;However far away, I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;However long I stay, I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever words I say,&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am free again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am clean again&lt;br /&gt;However far away,&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;However long I stay I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever words I say I will always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-6338061443876520555?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/6338061443876520555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=6338061443876520555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/6338061443876520555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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what to do&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;There can be no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;There cannot be a close second to youI don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;I've got a perfectly normal heart&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and broken from within&lt;br /&gt;At times I don't know how to start&lt;br /&gt;To let you in here&lt;br /&gt;To let you in here&lt;br /&gt;So forgive meCause&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;There can be no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;There cannot be a close second to you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to doWhen you look at me&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;There can be no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;There cannot be a close second to you&lt;br /&gt;To let you in here&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;There can be no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;There cannot be a close second to youI don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;There can be no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;There cannot be a close second to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8992905884088605426-1947808388211086367?l=daddy-wankee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddy-wankee.blogspot.com/feeds/1947808388211086367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8992905884088605426&amp;postID=1947808388211086367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8992905884088605426/posts/default/1947808388211086367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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