<?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-5545960</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:54:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to nature, with love</title><subtitle type='html'>the realisation is universal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-110062223270229050</id><published>2004-11-17T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T00:23:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All By MyselfCeline DionWhen I was youngI never needed anyoneAnd making love was just for funThose days are goneLivin' aloneI think of all the friends I've knownWhen I dial the telephoneNobody's homeAll by myselfDon't wanna beAll by myselfAnymoreHard to be sureSometimes I feel so insecureAnd loves so distant and obscureRemains the cureAll by myselfDon't wanna beAll by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/110062223270229050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/110062223270229050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110062223270229050' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-109397128893477191</id><published>2004-09-01T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T00:54:48.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMEDAY(nickelback)How the hell'd we wind up like thiswhy weren't we ableTo see the signs that we missedand try to turn the tablesI wish you'd unclench your fistsAnd unpack your suitcaseLately there's been too much of thisBut don't think it's too lateNothing's wrongJust as long as you know that someday I willchorusSomeday, somehowI''m gonna make it alrightBut not right nowI know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/109397128893477191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/109397128893477191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109397128893477191' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108895189096952608</id><published>2004-07-04T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T22:38:10.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look What You've Done Lyrics(Jet)Take my photo off the wallIf it just won't sing for you'Cause all that's left has gone awayAnd there's nothing there for you to proveOh, look what you've doneYou've made a fool of everyoneOh well, it seems likes such funUntil you lose what you had wonGive me back my point of view'Cause I just can't think for youI can hardly hear you sayWhat should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108895189096952608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108895189096952608'/><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108895188517148856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108895188517148856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108895188517148856' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108792196618845585</id><published>2004-06-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T00:32:46.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Accidentally in Love(counting crows)So she said what's the problem babyWhat's the problem I don't know Well maybe I'm in love (love) Think about it every timeI think about itCan't stop thinking 'bout itHow much longer will it take to cure thisJust to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love) Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love Come on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108792196618845585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108792196618845585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108792196618845585' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108757252734796987</id><published>2004-06-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T23:28:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Believe In Love Lyrics(tata young)I feel the heat around meI feel the beat surrounds meCould this be for real, I wonderNo need for hesitationIt's time for celebrationWill this be the night I've waited forWhen angels fall in loveHeaven knows, does it show, ohIf this love, will last for eternitySet me on fire[Chorus]I believe, I believe in loveAnd like the stars aboveThey shine,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108757252734796987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108757252734796987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757252734796987' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108757231440266973</id><published>2004-06-18T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T23:25:14.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my happy ending(avril lavigne)Let's talk this overLet's not like we're deadWas it something I did?Was it something tou said?Don't leave me hangin'In a city so dead.Held upso highOnsuch a breakable threadPre-ChorusYou were all the things I thought I knewAnd I thought we could beCourusYou were everything,everythingThat I wantedWewere meant to be, supposed to beBut er lost it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108757231440266973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108757231440266973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757231440266973' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108663593381627770</id><published>2004-06-08T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T03:18:53.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't Fight The Moonlight Lyrics(leann rimes)*Under a lover's skyGonna be with youAnd no one's gonna be around*If you think that you won't fallWell just wait untill'Til the sun goes downUnderneath the starlight, starlightThere's a magical feeling so rightIt will steal your heart tonightYou can try to resist Try to hide from my kissBut you know, but you knowThat you can't fight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108663593381627770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108663593381627770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108663593381627770' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108412141941335197</id><published>2004-05-10T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T00:53:35.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOTH SIDES, NOW Lyrics(joni mitchell)Rosen flows of angel hairAnd ice cream castles in the airAnd feather canyons ev'rywhereI've looked at clouds that wayBut now they only block the sunThey rain and snow on ev'ryoneSo many things I would have doneBut clouds got in my wayI've looked at clouds from both sides nowFrom up and down, and still somehowIt's cloud illusions I recallI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108412141941335197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108412141941335197'/><link 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Shake it up.. shake it up[Verse - Pharrell Williams] (Shae)She makes me think of lightnin' in skies(Her name) She's sexy!!How else is god s'possed to write(Her name) She's sexy!!Move, she wants to moveBut you're hoggin her, you're guarding herShe wants to move (she wants to move)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108288338581959797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108288338581959797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108288338581959797' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108283056203204081</id><published>2004-04-25T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T02:19:03.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I Ain't Got You (alicia keys)If I Ain't Got You Some people live for the fortuneSome people live just for the fameSome people live for the power yeahSome people live just to play the gameSome people think that the physical things define what's withinAnd I've been there beforeBut that life's a boreSo full of the superficialSome people want it allBut I don't want nothing at allIf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108283056203204081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108283056203204081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108283056203204081' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108282774885154907</id><published>2004-04-25T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T01:32:09.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burn(usher)[Intro]I don't understand whySee it's burning me to hold onto thisI know this is something I gotta doBut that don't mean I want toWhat I'm trying to say is that I-love-you I justI feel like this is coming to an endAnd its better for me to let it go now than hold on and hurt youI gotta let it burn[Verse 1]It's gonna burn for me to say thisBut it's comin from my heartIt's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108282774885154907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108282774885154907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282774885154907' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108282743572920377</id><published>2004-04-25T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T01:32:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone Like Me (atomic kitten)Don't let your head rule your heartDon't let your world be torn apartDon't keep it all to yourselfJust let all your emotions run freeWith someone like meThats they way it should beSomeone like meI know it's hardWhen your feelin' downTo lift your feet up off the groundWe make mistakesBut doesn't everybodyYou don't always haveTo agree with someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108282743572920377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108282743572920377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282743572920377' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108282720232032941</id><published>2004-04-25T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T01:33:12.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don't Want To Know (Mario Winans)intro:I just can't believe this man,This is enough of this thought,Can't get this out of my head,Somebody said they saw youThe person you were kissing wasn’t meAnd I would never ask youI just kept it to myself[chorus]I don’t want to knowIf you’re playin’ meKeep it on the lowCuz my heart cant take it anymoreAnd if you’re creeping Please don’t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108282720232032941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108282720232032941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282720232032941' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108222113834444166</id><published>2004-04-18T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T01:01:51.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meant to Live(switchfoot)Fumbling his confidenceAnd wond'ring why the world has passed him byHoping that he's bid for more than arguments,And failed attempts to fly, flyWe were meant to live for so much moreHave we lost ourselves?Somewhere we live insideSomewhere we live insideWe were meant to live for so much moreHave we lost ourselves?Somewhere we live insideDreaming about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108222113834444166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108222113834444166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108222113834444166' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108195935590867840</id><published>2004-04-15T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T00:18:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Solitaire(clay aiken)There was a man, a lonely man Who lost his love, through his indifference A heart that cared that went unshared Until it died within his silence And solitaire’s the only game in town And every road that takes him, takes him down And by himself it’s easy to pretendHe’ll never love againAnd keeping to himself he plays the gameWithout her love it always ends the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108195935590867840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108195935590867840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195935590867840' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108187342170470218</id><published>2004-04-14T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T00:26:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Tell Me(avril lavigne)You held my hand and walked me home, I knowWhy you gave me the kiss, it was something like this, it made me go oh ohYou wiped my tears, got rid of all my fears, why did you have to go?Guess it wasn't enough to take up some of my love, guys are so hard to trustDid I not tell you that I'm not like thatGirls the one who gives it all awayDid you think that I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108187342170470218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108187342170470218'/><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108135089798319721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108135089798319721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108135089798319721' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108126577753862715</id><published>2004-04-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T23:42:17.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In The Shadows (The Rasmus)No sleepNo sleep until I'm done with finding the answerWon't stopWon't stop before I find the cure for this cancerSometimes I feel like going down, I'm so disconnectedSomehow I know that I am haunted to be wantedI've been watching, I've been waitingIn the shadows for my timeI've been searching, I've been livingFor tomorrows all my lifeThey say that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108126577753862715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108126577753862715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108126577753862715' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108126551991751062</id><published>2004-04-06T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T23:34:42.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life(Monty Python)Some things in life are bad,They can really make you mad,Other things just make you swear and curse.When you're chewing on life's gristleDon't grumble, give a whistle.And this'll help things turn out for the best.And....Always look on the bright side of life, (whistle)Always look on the bright side of life, (whistle)If life seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108126551991751062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108126551991751062'/><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108083258397012573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108083258397012573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108083258397012573' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-108047068022482693</id><published>2004-03-28T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T18:47:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)(Baz Luhrmann)If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience... I will dispense this advice nowEnjoy the power and beauty of you youth; oh, nevermind, you will not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108047068022482693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/108047068022482693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108047068022482693' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107988289599944702</id><published>2004-03-21T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:30:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything (Fefe Dobson)Ayo ladadayoAyo ladadayo ladeedaSometimes I give in to sadnessSometimes I don'tDoo doo doo doo ...ooooh...At times I'm part of the madnessSometimes I won'tGive in to youYou see in a wayI have been drifting down a riverTo nowhereAnd you've given me nothingBut if you're ready to be my everythingIf you're ready to see it through this timeAnd if you're ready </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107988289599944702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107988289599944702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107988289599944702' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107961240237805771</id><published>2004-03-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T20:22:26.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bounce (sarah conner)(Chorus)Bounce baby out the doorI aint gon' take this no moreBounce baby out the doorGet up and moveDont make me act a fool!Just bounce baby out the doorI aint gon' take this no moreBounce baby out the doorGet up and moveDont make me act a fool!Just Bounce!(Verse 1)Said you're going with your boys today and "Don't worry cause I'll be home late," But I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107961240237805771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107961240237805771'/><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107936677097011595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107936677097011595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107936677097011595' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107919695490295374</id><published>2004-03-14T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T00:58:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Road I'm On(3 doors down)She said life’s a lot to think about sometimesWhen you’re living in between the linesAnd all the stars are sparkling, shine everydayHe said life’s so hard to move in sometimesWhen it feels like I’m towin' the lineAnd no one even cares to ask me why I feel this wayAnd I know you feel helpless now, and I know you feel aloneThat’s the same road, the same road </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107919695490295374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107919695490295374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107919695490295374' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107919641157610137</id><published>2004-03-14T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T00:49:10.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fallen(Sarah McLachlan)Heaven bend to take my handAnd lead me through the fireBe the long awaited answerTo a long and painful fightTruth be told I've tried my bestBut somewhere along the wayI got caught up in all there was to offerAnd the cost was so much more than I could bearThough I've tried, I've fallen...I have sunk so lowI messed upBetter I should knowSo don't come round </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107919641157610137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107919641157610137'/><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107911178637111438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107911178637111438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107911178637111438' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107832859615995836</id><published>2004-03-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T23:45:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not In Love (Enrique Iglesias)You call me on the phoneI act like nothing's going onWe're driving in my carI pretend that you don't turn me onYou sexy thing an yeah you know it (yeah)You move around an yeah you show it(Chorus)I'm not in loveIt's just a phase that I'm going thruI'm always looking for something newBut don't go running awayIt's almost 3amI'm hoping that you don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107832859615995836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107832859615995836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832859615995836' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107824047005150100</id><published>2004-03-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T23:16:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leave Right Now (will young)Verse 1I'm here just like I saidThough its breaking every rule I've ever madeMy racing heart is just the sameWhy make it strong to break it once again?And I'd love to say I doGive everything to youBut I can never now be trueSo I say...ChorusI think I'd better leave right nowBefore I fall any deeperI think I'd better leave right nowFeeling weaker and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107824047005150100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107824047005150100'/><link 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again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107770436706163860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107770436706163860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770436706163860' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107711790916447017</id><published>2004-02-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:27:04.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shut Up (black eye peas)(Chorus)Shut upJust shut upShut up [3x]Shut it up, just shut upShut upJust shut upShut up [3x]Shut it up, just shut up, shut upWe try to take it slowBut we're still losin controlAnd we try to make it workBut it still ends up the worstAnd I'm craaazzzyfor tryin to be yo laaadddyI think I'm goin crazyGirl, me and you were just fine (you know)We wine and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107711790916447017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107711790916447017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711790916447017' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107711695618458761</id><published>2004-02-18T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:11:11.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Good (blaque)Yeah UhNew Blaque Darckchild, Darkchizzle The jump off [Chorus:]I’m good I’m good without you I’m good I’m good I’m good I’m good without you I’m good I’m good Is it true that I'm the one making you nervous?Trying real hard as if I’m for sure priss By you and your crew, that's helpless You saw that X5, that's me outside I know you, kinda seem so confused You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107711695618458761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107711695618458761'/><link 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~我真的真的想放弃你始终没有爱过你在敷衍我一次一次忽略我的感受我真的感到力不从心无力继续这感情不值得我犹豫不值得我考虑不值得我爱过你这种回忆不值得我提起不值得想起不值得哭泣这段感情早就应该放弃早就不该让我浪费时间找奇迹这样的你不值得我恨你不值得我为你而坏了心情我决定不为你而毁了心</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107660402087394923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107660402087394923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660402087394923' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107660315760195487</id><published>2004-02-13T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T00:27:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>should i stay(dreamz fm)Had a driveDriven by your loveBut when you messed aroundI lost the drive I foundThought you neededNeeded someone trueBut you changed your mindOr had I failed you?Wish you’d been Careful with my heartBut you tore it apartAnd broke an angel’s heartThe kiss was trueHas to end somehowBut I am livin’ proof of what love is aboutIt’s hard holding youLoving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107660315760195487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107660315760195487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660315760195487' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107634289134433346</id><published>2004-02-10T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T00:09:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dangerously In Love 2(beyonce)I love you...I love you, I love you...Baby I love you, you are my lifeMy happiest moments were incomplete if you weren't by my sideYou're my relation and connection to the sunWith you next to me there's no darkness I can't overcomeYou are my raindrops, I am a seaWith you and God, who's my sunlight I'm blooming grown so beautifullyBaby I'm so proud, proud </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107634289134433346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107634289134433346'/><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107603103217460345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107603103217460345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603103217460345' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107548006898782438</id><published>2004-01-31T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T00:29:24.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Won't Change You Lyrics(sophie ellis bexter)I used to change my accent, change my stance My phone number, the way I dance Some people change lovers like they change their sheets But I won't change you honey, you're for keeps I used to think I had to change the way I am To feel better, to get a man But once I stopped trying I fell for you You fell for me so I'll stay the same for you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107548006898782438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107548006898782438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107548006898782438' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107536369140932419</id><published>2004-01-29T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T16:09:46.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Way(clay aiken)1st verse:There's something about the way you look tonightThere's something about the way that I can’t take my eyes off youThere's something about the way your lips inviteMaybe it’s the way that I get nervous when you're aroundAnd I want you to be mineAnd if you need a reason why1st chorus:It’s in the way that you move me And the way that you tease meThe way that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107536369140932419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107536369140932419'/><link 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paradise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107531107810247748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107531107810247748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531107810247748' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107521993504430968</id><published>2004-01-28T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T00:13:48.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 Become 1 (jewel)I watch u while you're sleepingMessy hair, chest bare, moonlight on your skinI wanna breathe u inIn the silence, words come easyI can tell u now just how simple it's been 2 let u inDon't move, this mood is a paintingWe'll never find the same thingCHORUSLove, do not make a soundMelt into me now2 become 1Love is so close 2 hurtingWith a shake we could wake from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107521993504430968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107521993504430968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107521993504430968' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107496208577301288</id><published>2004-01-25T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:38:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snow On The Sahara Lyrics(anggun)Only tell me that you still want me hereWhen you wander off out thereTo those hills of dust and hard winds that blowIn that dry white ocean aloneLost out in the desertYou are lost out in the desertTo stand with you in a ring of fireI'll forget the days gone byI'll protect your body and guard your soulFrom mirages in your sightLost out in the desert</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107496208577301288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107496208577301288'/><link 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tablesI wished you'd unclench your fists And unpack your suitcaseLately there's been to much of thisDon't think its too lateNothin's wrong Just as long as you Know that someday I willSomeday, SomehowI'm gonna make it alright but not right nowI know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107461385354297452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107461385354297452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461385354297452' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107441427091049841</id><published>2004-01-18T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T16:25:54.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I Look To The Sky(train)When it rains it pours and opens doorsAnd floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dryAnd in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we loveThat have to say goodbye And as I float along this oceanI can feel you like a notion that won’t seem to let me go Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you’re here with me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107441427091049841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107441427091049841'/><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107400880048121861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107400880048121861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107400880048121861' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107371893273825901</id><published>2004-01-10T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T15:16:59.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hot in here(nelly)Hot in here...So hot in hereHot in here.... OH!!((with a lil bit of ah, ah, and a lil bit of ah ah))I was like, good gracious ass is bodaciousUh, Flirtatcious, tryin to show facesLookin fot the right time to shoot my steam (ya know)Lookin for the right time to flash them keysThen I'm leavin, keep believin (OH!)Me and the rest of my heathensCheck it, got it locked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107371893273825901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107371893273825901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107371893273825901' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107212069090029212</id><published>2003-12-23T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T03:24:39.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sunday morning(maroon 5)Sunday morning rain is fallingSteal some covers share some skinClouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettableYou twist to fit the mold that I am inBut things just get so crazy living life gets hard to doAnd I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knewThat someday it would lead me back to youThat someday it would lead me back to youThat may be all I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107212069090029212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107212069090029212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107212069090029212' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107212055486465121</id><published>2003-12-23T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T03:16:52.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the trouble with love is(kelly clarkson)Ooooohhh…Oooohhhh yaMmmmmLove can be a many splendid thingCan't deny the joy it bringsA dozen roses Diamond ringsDreams for saleAnd fairy talesIt’ll make you hear a symphonyAnd you just want the world to seeBut like a drug that makes you blindIt’ll fool you every timeThe trouble with love isIt can tear you up insideMake your heart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107212055486465121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107212055486465121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107212055486465121' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-107141494857229999</id><published>2003-12-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:16:38.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i believe in a thing called love(darkness)Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feelMy heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheelTouching you, touching meTouching you, God you're touching youI believe in a thing called loveJust listen to the rhythm of my heartThere's a chance we could make it nowWe'll be rocking 'til the sun goes downI believe in a thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107141494857229999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/107141494857229999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107141494857229999' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106925837762540322</id><published>2003-11-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T00:13:44.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life for rent(dido)I haven't really ever found a place that I call homeI never stick around quite long enough to make itI apologize that once again I'm not in loveBut it's not as if I mind that your heart ain't exactly breakingIt's just a thought, only a thoughtBut if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buyWell I deserve nothing more than I getCos nothing I have is truly mine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106925837762540322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106925837762540322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106925837762540322' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106925801015701008</id><published>2003-11-20T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T00:07:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Voice Within(christina aguilera)Young girl, don't cryI'll be right here when your world starts to fallYoung girl, it's all rightYour tears will dry, you'll soon be free to flyWhen you're safe inside your room you tend to dreamOf a place where nothing's harder than it seemsNo one ever wants to bother to explainOf the heartache life can bring and what it meansWhen there's no one else</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106925801015701008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106925801015701008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106925801015701008' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106813009716667501</id><published>2003-11-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:48:14.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>out of my heart(BBMak)I feel fine Now the rain has gone and the sun has come to shineNothing can get me down todayHead over heels Got my mind made up as I'm driving through the fieldsNothing can get me down againCatch me if you canI've gotta make a getawayAs the sun goes downWaking up my dreamsAnd in my mind you're with me once againOut of my heart into your headAnd inside my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106813009716667501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106813009716667501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106813009716667501' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106805091172637846</id><published>2003-11-06T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T00:48:29.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something beautiful(robbie williams)You can't manufacture a miracleThe silence was pitiful-that dayAnd love is getting to cynicalPassion's just physical-these daysYou analyse everyone you meetBut get no sign the-loving kindEvery night you admit defeatAnd cry yourself blindIf you can't wake up in the morning'Cause your bed lies vacant at nightIf you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106805091172637846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106805091172637846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106805091172637846' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106805049926692368</id><published>2003-11-06T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T00:50:11.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feel(robbie williams)Come on hold my handI wanna contact the livingNot sure I understandThis role I've been givenI sit and talk to GodAnd he just laughs at my plansMy head speaks a languageI don't understandI just wanna feel real loveFeel the home that I live in'Cause I got too much lifeRunning through my veinsGoing to wasteI don't wanna dieBut I ain't keen on living either</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106805049926692368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106805049926692368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106805049926692368' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106736291426040161</id><published>2003-10-29T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T01:41:53.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Immortal (Evanescence)I'm so tired of being hereSuppressed by all my childish fearsAnd if you have to leaveI wish that you would just leave'Cause your presence still lingers hereAnd it won't leave me aloneThese wounds won't seem to healThis pain is just too realThere's just too much that time cannot eraseWhen you cried I'd wipe away all of your tearsWhen you'd scream I'd fight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106736291426040161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106736291426040161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736291426040161' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106736171613502809</id><published>2003-10-29T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T01:21:55.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iris(googoo dolls)And I'd give up forever to touch you'Cause I know that you feel me somehowYou're the closest to heaven that I'll ever beAnd I don't want to go home right nowAnd all I can taste is this momentAnd all I can breathe is your life'Cause sooner or later it's overI just don't want to miss you tonightAnd I don't want the world to see me'Cause I don't think that they'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106736171613502809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106736171613502809'/><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106736149956359960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106736149956359960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736149956359960' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106736115949544843</id><published>2003-10-29T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T01:12:38.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>harder to breathe(maroon 5)How dare you say that my behavior's unacceptableSo condescending, unnecessarily criticalI have the tendency of getting very physicalSo watch your step, cause if I do, you'll need a miracleYou drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even hereThe double vision I was seeing, is finally clearYou want to stay, but you know very well I want you goneNot fit to fuckin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106736115949544843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106736115949544843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736115949544843' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106736095527662340</id><published>2003-10-29T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T01:09:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the long goodbye(ronan keating)I know they say if you love somebodyYou should set them free (so they say)But it sure is hard to doYeah, it sure is hard to doAnd I know they say if they don't come back againThen it's meant to be (so they say)But those words ain't pulling me throughCos I'm still in love with youI spend each day here waiting for a miracleBut it's just you and me going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106736095527662340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106736095527662340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736095527662340' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106692614382445345</id><published>2003-10-24T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T00:22:23.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>breathe(michelle branch)I've been driving for an hour,just talking to the rainThey say I've been drivin crazy, and it's keepin you away.So just give me one good reason.Tell me why I should stay,'Cause I dont wanna waste another momentin saying things we never meant to say.And I take it just a little bit.I hold my breath and count to ten.I been waiting for a chance to let you in.If</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106692614382445345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106692614382445345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106692614382445345' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106641242317640256</id><published>2003-10-18T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T01:40:22.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>once in my life(michael buble)For once in my lifeI've got someone who needs meSomeone I've needed so longFor once unafraidI can go where life leads meAnd somehow I know I'll be strongFor once I can touchWhat my heart used to dream ofLong before I knewSomeone warm like youCould make my dreams come trueFor once in my lifeI won't let sorrow hurt meNot like it's hurt me beforeFor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106641242317640256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106641242317640256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106641242317640256' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106641226546650038</id><published>2003-10-18T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T01:37:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kissing a fool(micheal buble)You are farWhen I could have been your starYou listened to peopleWho scared you to deathAnd from my heartStrange that you were strong enoughTo even make a startYou'll never findPeace of mindTill you listen to your heartChorus:PeopleYou can never change the way they feelBetter let them do just what they willFor they willIf you let themSteal your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106641226546650038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106641226546650038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106641226546650038' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106554734615295490</id><published>2003-10-08T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T01:22:26.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ticket to heaven(3 doors down)I'm walking a wire, it feel likes a thousand ways I could fallTo want is to buy, but to live is to die and you can't take it allAnd everything is said and done I won't have one thing leftWhat happened to everything that I've ever knownAll he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven,said to lie in the bed that you makeNow I'm restless and I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106554734615295490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106554734615295490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106554734615295490' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106554536074741423</id><published>2003-10-08T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T00:49:20.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here w/o u (3 doors down)A hundred days have made me olderSince the last time that I saw your pretty faceA thousand lies have made me colderAnd I don't think I can look at this the sameAll the miles that separateDisappear now when I'm dreamin' of your faceI'm here without you babyBut you're still on my lonely mindI think about you baby and I dream about you all the timeI'm here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106554536074741423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106554536074741423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106554536074741423' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106344235275755678</id><published>2003-09-13T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T16:47:19.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy In Love(beyonce)[Intro - Jay Z] Yes! It's so crazy right now! Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bee, It's ya boy, young. [Intro - Beyonce:] You ready? Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no [Intro - Jay Z] Yea, history in the making, Part 2, it's so crazy right now [Verse 1 - Beyonce] I look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106344235275755678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106344235275755678'/><link 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for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106320823828620551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106320823828620551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106320823828620551' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106252173188076528</id><published>2003-09-03T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T00:57:36.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All In My Head(kosheen)I wonder whyYou act so flyWhen you try, so hard to try, to try, to try, to tryI see the sky, is open wideTake a look insideIts wild like a giant sweetC'mon! It's all in my head,It's all in my headUs only, you and meWherever you go I will beJust close your eyes and you'll seeAnd wherever you go I will beOn the other sideOf life we glideGot our pride</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106252173188076528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106252173188076528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106252173188076528' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106252162873561515</id><published>2003-09-03T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T00:53:48.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Far Away(staind)This is my lifeIts not what it was beforeAll these feelings I’ve sharedAnd these are my dreamsThat I’d never lived beforeSomebody shake meCause I, I must be sleeping(chorus)Now that we're here,It's so far awayAll the struggle we thought was in vainAll the mistakes,One life containedThey all finally start to go awayNow that we're here its so far awayAnd I feel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106252162873561515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106252162873561515'/><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106252143792169051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106252143792169051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106252143792169051' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-106015120564993931</id><published>2003-08-06T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T14:26:45.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unwell(matchbox20)All day staring at the ceilingMaking friends with shadows on my wallAll night hearing voices telling meThat I should get some sleepBecause tomorrow might be good for somethingHold onFeeling like I'm heading for a breakdownAnd I don't know why[Chorus]But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwellI know right now you can't tellBut stay awhile and maybe then you'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106015120564993931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/106015120564993931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106015120564993931' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105958906658160651</id><published>2003-07-31T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T02:17:46.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deep 无底洞 (tanya chua)有时后寂寞太沉重 身边仿佛只是观众 你的感受没有人懂 难得谁自告奋勇 体贴让人格外感动 爱上他前后用不到一分钟 嘿 回想恋情的内容 有谁想过有始有终 不过是一时脆弱让人放纵 穿梭一段 又另一段 感情中 爱为何总 填不满 又掏不空 很快就风起云涌 人类的心 是个 无底洞 尝试亲吻 尝试拥抱 或沟通 没有好感 再尝试也没有用 大多数人都相同 喜欢的只是爱情的脸孔 没有谁背后怂恿 不该爱又爱的冲动 是你害怕孤单而拼命补充 嘿 回想恋情的内容 有谁想过有始有终 不过是一时脆弱让人放纵 great piece of lyricssomehow...if u dun understandhrmmcan ask me for translationbut..haha...my chinese-english</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105958906658160651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105958906658160651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105958906658160651' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105906800210733406</id><published>2003-07-25T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T01:33:22.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Night(the corrs)Long day and I'm readyI'm waiting for your call'Cause I've made up my mindMy heart aches with a hungerAnd the want that you were mineNo I cannot denySo for one nightis it all rightThat I give youMy heartMy loveMy heartJust for one nightMy bodyMy soulJust for one nightMy loveMy loveFor one nightOne nightOne nightWhen morning awakes meWell I know I'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105906800210733406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105906800210733406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105906800210733406' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105889362108584801</id><published>2003-07-23T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T01:07:01.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Fall in Love(diana krall)I have a feeling, it's a feeling, I'm concealing, I don't know why It's just a mental, sentimental alibi But I adore you So strong for you Why go on stalling I am falling Our love is calling Why be shy? Let's fall in love Why shouldn't we fall in love? Our hearts are made of it Let's take a chance Why be afraid of it Let's close our eyes and make</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105889362108584801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105889362108584801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105889362108584801' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105889321658446461</id><published>2003-07-23T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T01:00:16.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Look of Love(diana krall)The look of love Is in your eyesThe look your smile can't disguiseThe look of loveIs saying so much moreThan just words could ever sayAnd what my heart has heardWell it takes my breath awayI can hardly wait to hold youFeel my arms around youHow long I have waitedWaited just to love youNow that I have found youYou've got the look of loveIt's on your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105889321658446461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105889321658446461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105889321658446461' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105889233358939282</id><published>2003-07-23T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T00:45:33.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faint(linkin park)I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregardHandful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everybody can seethese scarsI am what I want you to want what I want you to feelBut it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believethis is realSo I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always doFace away and pretend that I'm not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105889233358939282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105889233358939282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105889233358939282' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105889169883596359</id><published>2003-07-23T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T00:34:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Than This(provided by roxy musicget the version sang by norah jonesdiff jazz singers use diff kind of intepretation)I could feel at the timeThere was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the nightWho can say where they´re blowingAs free as the wind Hopefully learningWhy the sea on the tideHas no way of turningMore than this--you know there´s nothingMore than this--tell me one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105889169883596359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105889169883596359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105889169883596359' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105889060487130452</id><published>2003-07-23T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T00:16:44.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Know Why(norah jones)I waited 'til I saw the sunI don't know why I didn't comeI left you by the house of funI don't know why I didn't comeI don't know why I didn't comeWhen I saw the break of day I wished that I could fly awayInstead of kneeling in the sandCatching teardrops in my handMy heart is drenched in wineYou'll be on my mindForeverOut across the endless seaI would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105889060487130452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105889060487130452'/><link 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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105888991562003772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105888991562003772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105888991562003772' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105872079505896976</id><published>2003-07-21T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T01:34:49.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heaven(Live)You don't need no friendsget back your faith againyou have the power to believeanother dissidenttake back your evidenceit has no power to decieveI'll believe it when I see it, for myselfI don't need no one to tell me about heavenI look at my daughter, and I believe.I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truthI can see the sunset and I perceiveI sit with them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105872079505896976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105872079505896976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105872079505896976' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105838389898378526</id><published>2003-07-17T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T03:31:39.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Searchin' My Soul(Vonda Shepard )I've been down this road walkin' the lineThat's painted by prideAnd I have made mistakes in my lifeThat I just can't hideOh I believe I am ready for what love has to bringGot myself together, now I'm ready to singI've been searchin' my soul tonightI know there's so much more to lifeNow I know I can shine a lightTo find my way back homeOne by one, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105838389898378526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105838389898378526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105838389898378526' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105837938741325044</id><published>2003-07-17T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T02:16:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drops of Jupiter(Train)Now that she's back in the atmosphereWith drops of Jupiter in her hair eah eah eahShe acts like summer and walks like rainReminds me that there's time to change eah eah eah Since the return from her stay on the moonShe listens like spring and she talks like June eah eah eahBut Tell me did you sail across the sunDid you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105837938741325044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105837938741325044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837938741325044' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105777488790817915</id><published>2003-07-10T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T02:21:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring. He sends you a sunrise every morning. Face it, friend - He is crazy about you! Send this to every "beautiful person" you wish to bless. God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105777488790817915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105777488790817915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105777488790817915' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5545960.post-105735277522077635</id><published>2003-07-05T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T14:41:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah and it is the best time to find some1 to hug u to sleep *winkz* stay happy la and i know u r happy judging the way u keep repeating about him and him and him and him HAHAHA errps dun wanna suan u liao...if not u paiseh! haha AL? dunno leh..should i? if i meet him the next time i would but u know ICQ always kills my romance in a way or another i gotta get out to meet him mah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105735277522077635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5545960/posts/default/105735277522077635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flingner.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105735277522077635' title=''/><author><name>relacon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqw_Kg01Q3I/R-wN0IWKEZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6799QGEd0Sk/S220/IMG_3139.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
