<?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-15171277</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:01:07.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>' lil Wayne -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-3409842305092629706</id><published>2007-09-04T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:42:23.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtxUyPfmhOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GIJuDAr0ui4/s1600-h/no.0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtxUyPfmhOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GIJuDAr0ui4/s200/no.0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106049299660571874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtxUyPfmhOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GIJuDAr0ui4/s1600-h/no.0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtxUyPfmhOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GIJuDAr0ui4/s200/no.0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106049299660571874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over at my lil girl's place.. She's sleeping, leaving me alone &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;" wake me up at four, i want mcdonalds breakfast! " No, I'm not going to &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest lil girl, I love you, I really do (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-3409842305092629706?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/3409842305092629706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=3409842305092629706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3409842305092629706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3409842305092629706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/09/d-dearest-lil-girl-i-love-you-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtxUyPfmhOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GIJuDAr0ui4/s72-c/no.0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-6348276271688276708</id><published>2007-08-29T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:44:00.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what do i have to do to get inside of you, to get inside of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos i love the way you move, when i'm inside of you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtRq_vfmhII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9q-G7sHmAms/s1600-h/IMG_6982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103821921030931586" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtRq_vfmhII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9q-G7sHmAms/s320/IMG_6982.JPG" border="0" height="218" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtRq_PfmhHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HADoQXJXVyE/s1600-h/IMG_6981%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103821912440996978" style="width: 294px; height: 218px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtRq_PfmhHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/HADoQXJXVyE/s320/IMG_6981%281%29.JPG" border="0" height="233" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my #1 girl :( She's the sweetest thing on Earth, I swear. The hottest too 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't get to sleep, there's hairdressing tomorrow, which is something that I'm looking forward to. I'm looking for a new school, my mom just sacked my current one. But David's really good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leslie's more like a sales promoter.. Jonathan's always eating.. They're just, weird. I still prefer Andrew, ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtRuJvfmhKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/6P-oxbf8h6I/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/15171277-6348276271688276708?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6348276271688276708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6348276271688276708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6348276271688276708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6348276271688276708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-do-i-have-to-do-to-get-inside-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RtRq_vfmhII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9q-G7sHmAms/s72-c/IMG_6982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-6237396473599267351</id><published>2007-08-23T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:42:35.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you won't you, be the one i always know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i'm losing my control, the city spins around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're the only one who knows, you slow it down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101948585145435202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rs3DNPfmhEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yGQp2oVXkPE/s320/no.0052+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's mine is your's to leave or take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's mine is your's to make your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VivoCity with my girl, bud, &amp; bell on Saturday.. A dozen of doughnuts for my girl (: Dinner, snacks &amp;amp; desserts with cigarettes. Went to pool, then to prawn after Baby left. Went over to Baby's place after that. Slept all the way till 1pm. Went out to buy some stuff, back home to bake. She's a happy girl when she gets to bake :D Home in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, my sweet lil girl bought me food and brought it all the way to my place &amp; left right after she passed them to me :D Thank you, you this sweet lil fella :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairdressing on Wednesday, loving it. Dinner with Florence after that, then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thursday, today)&lt;br /&gt;Met Mel, Laode &amp;amp; friend came, we all got really drenched, even with umbrellas. Dinner, then to somewhere to slack. Went home at nine something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101948589440402514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rs3DNffmhFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/YVmL67_-B4s/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101948589440402530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rs3DNffmhGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/PPnLTS1VDps/s320/vonn.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This just... Explains everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-6237396473599267351?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6237396473599267351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6237396473599267351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6237396473599267351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6237396473599267351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/08/will-you-wont-you-be-one-i-always-know.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rs3DNPfmhEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yGQp2oVXkPE/s72-c/no.0052+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-603600730778188505</id><published>2007-08-15T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:46:10.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let me be the one who calls you baby all the time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surely you can take some comfort knowing that you're mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just hold me tight, lay by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098947699531550290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RsMZ6tbfjlI/AAAAAAAAAXo/r4yB0f57QII/s320/no.+0025+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Take a look at my girl, don't you think she's fucking cute? :D I'm very proud to own her, heehee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098947695236582962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RsMZ6dbfjjI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HVPfsuZ3Uws/s320/no.0015+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098947695236582978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RsMZ6dbfjkI/AAAAAAAAAXg/IMTt4apFnUg/s320/no.0021+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I met my lil girl yesterday for lunch/dinner after school. Just look at how happy she gets when she gets her ice cream.. Aww :D I love you lil one (: Sent my lil girl back home, met Mel for a lil while before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hairdressing today, it was quite alright.. Smoke breaks were the best (sorry baby!) Headed home right after school. Next lesson on Friday :D I really want hairdressing every single day but I've got school, ugh. School's been fine so far so its alrighttt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was me &amp; Baby's 11th anniversary :D &lt;strong&gt;Happy 11th, my dearest girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you terribly, I can't wait to see you. I love you, &amp;amp; you know it right? I'll always be here for you to fall on. You don't have to worry about anything and everything with me around cos I'll always love you &amp; protect you with all my might (: Girl, you mean everything to me &amp;amp; I don't ever, ever want to lose you again. I Love You (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found my place in the world &amp; stare at your face for the rest of my days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be the one who never leaves you all alone, hold me too tight &amp;amp; stay by my side&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-603600730778188505?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/603600730778188505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=603600730778188505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/603600730778188505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/603600730778188505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-me-be-one-who-calls-you-baby-all.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RsMZ6tbfjlI/AAAAAAAAAXo/r4yB0f57QII/s72-c/no.+0025+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-6271384028539452483</id><published>2007-08-12T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T03:29:36.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love sex &amp; cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097754673580838354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rr7c3dbfjdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lvm4fcP4kNE/s320/aug_0008+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;my lady, my bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back with my girl, that lil fella :D We've been shopping &amp; eating a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been pretty busy as my schedule for monday to friday is packed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I'm only getting busier, that means lesser time for my girl ): Sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097754677875805682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rr7c3tbfjfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rc9ciYo0nSI/s320/aug_0063+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally got to meet up with buddy (: 33 months, Bud :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097755515394428450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rr7dodbfjiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1tPnuVMIFzM/s320/aug_0072+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, lil cuckoo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097755309235998226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rr7dcdbfjhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/FXr3758O5BA/s320/aug_0034+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to hold your little hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; be your right hand man till your hands get old&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/15171277-6271384028539452483?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6271384028539452483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6271384028539452483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6271384028539452483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6271384028539452483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-sex-cigarettes-my-lady-my-bitch-im.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rr7c3dbfjdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lvm4fcP4kNE/s72-c/aug_0008+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-6994843179126200095</id><published>2007-08-05T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T03:26:55.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Carve your heart out yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopelessness is your cell&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone, or anyone at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095147795935890834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RrWZ7NbfjZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hKzlv0yzXGs/s320/DSC01705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095147800230858146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RrWZ7dbfjaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-zvI7Y-hrYc/s320/DSC01709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, headed to town with Mel &amp; Steph. Met up with the rest at Spinelli's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Tantrics in the night, had a couple of drinks. Blue Spin's the killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what the hell we did but I ended up at home. Thankyou Steph for sending me home! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095147800230858162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RrWZ7dbfjbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/WpdF2HO1hJo/s320/DSC01710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095147800230858178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RrWZ7dbfjcI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RjpqmBtAJOo/s320/DSC01728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, town then to Play with quite a number of people.. Met up with the rest there :D Bought jugs, played guessing games &amp; all that kind of shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danced all the way to three &amp;amp; it was fucking hot, one of the best nights ever :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supper after that then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, town to meet Calli. Went to look for Kenneth &amp; Andrea at Far East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel came, saw Laode :D Went to Skatepark to meet Anzai &amp;amp; co after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were to many skaters so we drove to Boon Lay's skate park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skated &amp; all, Zai sent me &amp;amp; Mel to Maxwell. Got our supper, back to Mel's place for some DVDs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supper was really goood. Left her place at five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-6994843179126200095?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6994843179126200095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6994843179126200095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6994843179126200095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6994843179126200095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/08/carve-your-heart-out-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RrWZ7NbfjZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hKzlv0yzXGs/s72-c/DSC01705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-332393560438445402</id><published>2007-07-31T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T11:12:37.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There'd be torn up photos every night&lt;br /&gt;Cursing, crying &amp; drawn out fights&lt;br /&gt;Make up sex &amp;amp; a brand new start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't touch me, I've come too far to let you bring me down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright, just that I left earlier for home.&lt;br /&gt;Went to get some things in the night with sissy, then we left to look for Mel &amp; - :D&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with sissy while waiting for Mel &amp;amp; -.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there for a lil while, then left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairdressing tomorrow :D I don't think I'll ever, ever get bored of it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093424805380590978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rq9639bfjYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VEz4RJRC3Dg/s320/DSC01669+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093424801085623666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rq963tbfjXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NI_bTEmc1NM/s320/DSC01666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-332393560438445402?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/332393560438445402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=332393560438445402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/332393560438445402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/332393560438445402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/07/thered-be-torn-up-photos-every-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rq9639bfjYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VEz4RJRC3Dg/s72-c/DSC01669+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-3136030767550429129</id><published>2007-07-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:53:16.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To feel you all around &amp; to take your hand along the sand, I might as well try to catch the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love was the sweetest thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093017595236289890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rq4IhNbfjWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XqJZkSAHHUk/s320/mel+wayne+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday night was good, we were full of plans &amp; stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mox for some drinks with Mel &amp;amp; Clare, to meet Clare's friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The martinis were realllyyy good, free flow from the bartender Leon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Play after that then to Mel's place. Had our Macs supper &amp; watched our favourite skating videos. Got really tired so I left for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Skating on Sunday with Mel, dinner with Bud after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;these pills aren't working anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my guts are spilling out onto the fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-3136030767550429129?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/3136030767550429129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=3136030767550429129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3136030767550429129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3136030767550429129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-feel-you-all-around-to-take-your.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rq4IhNbfjWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XqJZkSAHHUk/s72-c/mel+wayne+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-5351559839895137047</id><published>2007-07-23T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:17:23.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i want domination, i want your submission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i see you're not resisting to this temptation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've got one confession, a love deprivation&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've got a jet black heart &amp; its all fucked up &amp;amp; falling apart&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090435353523752162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RqTb-9bfjOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/__5hoF4GU1Y/s320/IMG_7944+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090435357818719474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RqTb_NbfjPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3nk8QtxGIJw/s320/IMG_7973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090435357818719490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RqTb_NbfjQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/FixMCVE4_qw/s320/IMG_7957+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090435362113686802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RqTb_dbfjRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mQ4x_KgVMBg/s320/IMG_7997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my lil Babygirl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, had a pre celebration for Baby together with Sally, Stan, Grace, Min Hui, this guy, Bud &amp; Bell! :D I met Bud &amp;amp; Bell first to get cake, tulips &amp; movie tickets! Flowers from Paragon really sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met the rest + Baby at Fish &amp;amp; Co, passed Baby all her presents :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had seafood &amp; all, then the celebration began. The whole crew sang birthday song for my lil baby and she was really freaked out. Heehee, I hope you're happy with that though you felt really embarrassed! The rest of them left after that. Took neos with Baby then we left for our movie. After the movie, we went to Coffeeclub for coffee. Arcade for some games with Baby (: Another movie after that, heehee. Went to Maestro after that for supper, then to my place (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby then went home the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;, it's officially Baby's birthday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met her after my school at Vivo. Went for dinner then to coffee club for fondue. I got two pairs of havaianas for me &amp;amp; Baby. Saw Mel, we were disturbing her the whole time, haha. Then met her for her toilet break. Baby came over, then left after awhile ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, my lil pamper girl :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really great to be able to spend your lil birthday with you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope your enjoyed it like how I enjoyed mine with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll have many more birthdays to celebrate with each other, right? Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My world is all about you, everything's about you. I love you, Babygirl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RqTb_dbfjSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s09ZndxShlw/s1600-h/july_0076+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090435362113686818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RqTb_dbfjSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s09ZndxShlw/s320/july_0076+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090443659990502738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RqTjidbfjVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8QSTJbk3mpA/s320/july_0074+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;, I met Bud then I went to get things for Baby! Went to look for Von at Esplanade after that. Had a drink at Harry's, talked then left for home. It was great seeing you &amp; talking to you, Laode :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090442916961160514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RqTi3NbfjUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NDMBYD9xupM/s320/19-07-07_2355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, I went for my hairdressing lesson at 9plus am. Baby came to meet me for lunch during my break. She left after that, then I had lessons all the way until 6pm. Met Dee &amp; her gf then went to Amara Hotel for reservation of hotel but I cancelled it in the end. Met Von &amp;amp; Cj after that to get Baby's things! The whole day they were talking about how stupid I was two years back running straight into a pillar :/ We almost had abs after that, like what Von said, haha. Headed home after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby's going to run to me tomorrow after she gets out of her school! :D Heehee, what a cute lil thing :D I loveee you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-5351559839895137047?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/5351559839895137047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=5351559839895137047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5351559839895137047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5351559839895137047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-domination-i-want-your.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RqTb-9bfjOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/__5hoF4GU1Y/s72-c/IMG_7944+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-5829739680721737064</id><published>2007-07-17T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:47:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lovers hand in hand just to numb the pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RpzUmSZz-hI/AAAAAAAAAUo/B9OCh6JrERs/s1600-h/july_0003+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088175433262037522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RpzUmSZz-hI/AAAAAAAAAUo/B9OCh6JrERs/s320/july_0003+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;drugs or me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shopping at Vivo with Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Central then Clarke Quay after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby slept over &amp; I drank a lil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Harry Potter with my family &amp;amp; Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Home early, B slept over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 10th my lil pamper babygirl :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You mean the world to me, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were there for me to whine &amp; complain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you were always there &amp;amp; I know you'll always be! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School as per normal, I've got new teachers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andrew's nicer still ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;School then home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm QUITE excited for tomorrow cos I'm starting my lessons in Pivot Point Hairdressing school :D&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be rather busy, I'm sorry Babygirl, you know that I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;No Baby, sad me :( I miss you like crazy, I can't stand it :(&lt;br /&gt;Argh :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-5829739680721737064?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/5829739680721737064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=5829739680721737064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5829739680721737064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5829739680721737064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/07/lovers-hand-in-hand-just-to-numb-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RpzUmSZz-hI/AAAAAAAAAUo/B9OCh6JrERs/s72-c/july_0003+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-3971887010023507432</id><published>2007-07-08T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T05:03:22.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i could then i'd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shrink the world tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so that i would find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you and me inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RpDRzDYWpWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-hzBI2FmAlc/s1600-h/no.0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084794654312277346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RpDRzDYWpWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-hzBI2FmAlc/s320/no.0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Die Hard 4 with B &amp; B's bro Fred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner at Beauty World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fred drove above 120 &amp;amp; we wanted to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept over at B's place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS the next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then to Giant at Vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought groceries &amp; went home to cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bb left after a short while ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been spending almost everyday with my Babygirl (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll never get enough of my girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's my sweetest drug, my cute lil thing (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you girl&lt;em&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm your man &amp;amp; you're my lady.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-3971887010023507432?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/3971887010023507432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=3971887010023507432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3971887010023507432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3971887010023507432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-i-could-then-id-shrink-world-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RpDRzDYWpWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-hzBI2FmAlc/s72-c/no.0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-6387037478527195668</id><published>2007-06-28T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:39:40.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get all the sighs and moans just right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clarke Quay last night &amp; returned home at 5 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found a new spot! Thank you Jie (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missed school today cos I wasn't feeling that well &amp;amp; I was too tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to Clarke Quay later on to meet Bud (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you walked away, not me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-6387037478527195668?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6387037478527195668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6387037478527195668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6387037478527195668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6387037478527195668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/06/get-all-sighs-and-moans-just-right.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-2982176982890138963</id><published>2007-06-17T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:02:31.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a warm embrace, it's been a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;since i've seen your pretty face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you'll let me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't think i'd ever leave this place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every shared night just feels so right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i wake up with you in my arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;staring into my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076709611551651458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RnQYfoBY9oI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bIay4vdxJsw/s320/june_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the moment I met you I just knew you'd be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You touched my hand and I knew that this was gonna be our time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont ever wanna lose this feeling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna spend a moment apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babygirl left s'pore last thursday ( our 9th month anniversary ): ) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 9th, Babygirl (: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you all a lil about us, or rather, her (:&lt;br /&gt;My lil Baby's a fucking adorable thing &amp; she's really hot. I'm really glad that she's mine.&lt;br /&gt;She's a great girlfriend who gives in to me most of the time, &amp;amp; she pampers me A LOT, really A LOT. Just like how I pamper her too, hee. &amp; I have to say that she's really a sweet girlfriend who always gives me surprises, doing all kinds of sweet lil things for me. I greatly appreciate all of the things that she has done for me. She's always trying get get my attention by whining. Sometimes I just can't stand it cos she's really fucking adorable (: &amp;amp; I really don't ever want to be without her, she's all I've ever wanted, she's everything that I need. We've been together for 9 months, &amp; we're going stronger each day. I don't ever want to lose this feeling, this love. Her touch, her kisses &amp;amp; her everything. Come what may, I'll never leave her alone. You know I'll always be here.&lt;br /&gt;I think about her day &amp; night, she never left my mind, &amp;amp; she never will. I love you Babygirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076709611551651442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RnQYfoBY9nI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BWBdcJxgimI/s320/09-06-07_2318.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss you so much ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;a simple touch, the look in your eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sound of your voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they do something to me i've never felt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i don't ever want to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-2982176982890138963?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/2982176982890138963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=2982176982890138963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/2982176982890138963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/2982176982890138963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/06/warm-embrace-its-been-while-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RnQYfoBY9oI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bIay4vdxJsw/s72-c/june_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-8850785696941731861</id><published>2007-06-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:02:53.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyday that I'm here with you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that it feels right,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I just got to be near you every day and every night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; you know that we belong together,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just had to be you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076720400509499026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RnQiToBY9pI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ycslidcDmFU/s320/june_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby, I miss you so fucking much, please come back NOW ): Its only the third day, oh man, sigh ): Bb, bb.. Bb... B.. b.. Bbb... Bb. B... Bbbbbbbb ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to meet Bud after school in town. Talked a lot &amp; she accompanied me to shop. I only bought a top in the end. Went to Rocky's after that, slacked around &amp;amp; I got my sissy to bring my deck down. Went to look for my JianQing, Gary &amp; all at Dhoby there. Skated only a tiny lil bit &amp;amp; I sprained my wrist a lil. Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, (today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went out with mommy. OUT WITH MY MOMMY ON A SATURDAY. Okay nevermind about that. I was being so fucking grumpy cos I was so hungry &amp; I had to wait for my sissy to come before we could eat &gt;:( &amp;amp; she took so long to come! &amp; that made me shout at her.. Hee. Had dinner at this restaurant then went shopping after that. Couldn't find the shorts that I want so I became grumpy again. Bought a top in the end &amp;amp; I got happier. Sissy left then I brought mommy to starbucks, &amp; I treated her, heehee. Sat there for quite some time before going home. My mommy kept trying to hold my hands whenever I was beside her. This happens all the time... Haha. Came home &amp;amp; I did housework cos I had nothing to do, then I bathed my cute lil dogs (: Bb I know you want to bathe them too! Cos they're so so so adorable :D So hurry come back Bbb.. Nowww ): Anyway, just take good care of yourself yeah? I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh &amp; I've decided to pierce somewhere below my eye, &amp;amp; its going to be so pretty (: Okay, when my Bb comes back! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-8850785696941731861?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/8850785696941731861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=8850785696941731861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/8850785696941731861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/8850785696941731861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/06/everyday-that-im-here-with-you-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RnQiToBY9pI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ycslidcDmFU/s72-c/june_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-3952620223913410693</id><published>2007-06-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:03:28.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up with just one touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; i don't know what i'd do if i were to lose your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072977516899661394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RmbWLIBY9lI/AAAAAAAAAT4/EMhVdHUZQTo/s320/IMG_7299+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m so addicted to how she’s the sweetest drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My mom booked a chalet for my birthday, on 21st (: Thanks to baby if not my mom wouldn't be able to book it. &amp; thank you baby for getting me the RL wallet &amp;amp; NUM bag :D I love them both very much (: Thank you for every lil thing you've done for me, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met beee last friday &amp; studied at starbucks for quite some time together with B. buddy came after awhile. Went over to B's place after that &amp;amp; stayed over :D Went to town the next day &amp; met buddyy (: Rocky's then spinelli. Left quite early for home then buddy went to club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072978878404294242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RmbXaYBY9mI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cgcRDzVDwkc/s320/IMG_7209+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday,&lt;br /&gt;school, then went to NTUC with my sissy &amp; bought a lot of things. Baked cake &amp;amp; made sushis for B (: Surprised her the next day at 7 am with those &amp; mac's breakfast (: Stayed over &amp;amp; B sent me to school today :D Thank you baby. (i just baked another cake &amp; its yummy (: ) (its for my b anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072977516899661378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RmbWLIBY9kI/AAAAAAAAATw/nSizEB-X-oE/s320/IMG_7290+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;( I want a piercing somewhere below my eye &amp;amp; a few more lip piercings.. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-3952620223913410693?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/3952620223913410693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=3952620223913410693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3952620223913410693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3952620223913410693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-makes-hairs-on-back-of-my-neck.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RmbWLIBY9lI/AAAAAAAAAT4/EMhVdHUZQTo/s72-c/IMG_7299+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-2529026966873358822</id><published>2007-06-06T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:03:43.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josephine Chloe Ong Wei Yu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will always be there for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing I won't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise you all my life I will live for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever we will be together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all of my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know I'll always be right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing else could ever mean so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever we will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me do everything your heart desires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels so good when you get close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still get weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos in these arms is where you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It could only be you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody else will ever do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby its you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I stick to like glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll give you love &amp;amp; hold you tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little tenderness, I'll treat you right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; I'll feel you in my heart, in my blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I'll hear your every thought, see your every dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give you wings when you want to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's love you make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the fire in your night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's love you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will defend, I will fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there when you need me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When honor's at stake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This vow I will make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-2529026966873358822?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/2529026966873358822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=2529026966873358822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/2529026966873358822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/2529026966873358822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-swear-to-you-i-will-always-be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-4271035688913444442</id><published>2007-05-14T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:04:06.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;can u smile with everyone on your back&lt;br /&gt;without the sensitivity there is no fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064672403425291538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RklUt5XjbRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aBMs2DHf3WE/s320/IMG_6982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly, Happy 8th, Baby (:&lt;/strong&gt; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't put my fingers on&lt;br /&gt;Just what it is that&lt;br /&gt;Makes me love you, baby&lt;br /&gt;So don't ask me to describe&lt;br /&gt;I get all choked up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy left s'pore last tuesday for holidays, &amp; he's coming back tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;Changed almost all of the furnitures in my room and painted it (:&lt;br /&gt;Sushi Tei last friday was super yummy. Secret recipe after that then to B's house (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064670075553017026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RklSmZXjbMI/AAAAAAAAASU/BuU9899bpa4/s320/IMG_6861.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Had a great time at Sentosa's Palawan the next day with B, sis, Shirley &amp; Maybelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064670079847984338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RklSmpXjbNI/AAAAAAAAASc/2j2I28FXI3s/s320/IMG_6908+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&amp; I got a new monkey for baby (: She has four monkeys now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064670084142951666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RklSm5XjbPI/AAAAAAAAASs/kwBaEduGzhU/s320/IMG_6970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064670079847984354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RklSmpXjbOI/AAAAAAAAASk/kictoshIVbA/s320/IMG_6946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-4271035688913444442?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/4271035688913444442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=4271035688913444442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/4271035688913444442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/4271035688913444442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/05/can-u-smile-with-everyone-on-your-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RklUt5XjbRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aBMs2DHf3WE/s72-c/IMG_6982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-5537759665561258249</id><published>2007-05-04T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:04:29.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been busy with school work &amp;amp; of course my baby (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School has been great, I'm still loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's sucha sweet lil thing, &amp; I love her very, very much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060658546033781938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RjsSIpXjbLI/AAAAAAAAASM/Awk4-VuKxXQ/s320/babykitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aww, isn't she adorable? I swear she's the best girlfriend that any can ever get&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buddy is currently at my place &amp; we were playing drums just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dogs were making a lot of noise as usual.. But I love them very much still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going for dinner soon, then skate around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy's going to send me for hairdressing course like, again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I graduated like 1 year ago but I forgot about everything so I guess I'm going for a better course this time O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060658546033781906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RjsSIpXjbJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RC0ONOnpyzs/s320/April_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060658546033781922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RjsSIpXjbKI/AAAAAAAAASE/EOcIMzmXrA0/s320/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-5537759665561258249?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/5537759665561258249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=5537759665561258249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5537759665561258249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5537759665561258249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/04/isnt-this-exactly-where-youd-like-me-im.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RjsSIpXjbLI/AAAAAAAAASM/Awk4-VuKxXQ/s72-c/babykitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-7493139588705313907</id><published>2007-04-16T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:04:50.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can make all the moves, y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou can aim all the spotlights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get all the sighs and the moans just right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So say, "What are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been busy with school work. Nothing much happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught "The Reaping" &amp; I think its quite dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with Bud &amp;amp; Jie (: It has been long, I've missed you two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work work, work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough for today I guess. I'm lazy to blog further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-7493139588705313907?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/7493139588705313907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=7493139588705313907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/7493139588705313907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/7493139588705313907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-can-make-all-moves-y-ou-can-aim-all.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-4641867764458600800</id><published>2007-03-27T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:45:38.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It's like I've spent forever searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Now I know that it was worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;With you it feels like I am finally home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgfM8ki0hLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fdx8Q7rN4_U/s1600-h/december_177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046227248465872050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgfM8ki0hLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fdx8Q7rN4_U/s320/december_177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear, Han Bao Bao :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't expressed how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't tell you how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't show you how much I care about you.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't explained the way i feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;br /&gt;You kiss me&lt;br /&gt;You hug me&lt;br /&gt;You sing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;You sleep beside me&lt;br /&gt;You feed me like a pig&lt;br /&gt;You protect me from the thunder and the bad&lt;br /&gt;You shelter me from the rain&lt;br /&gt;You do your silly actions like the rolls and the pokes&lt;br /&gt;You and your cute little tummy&lt;br /&gt;You tell me those 3 words&lt;br /&gt;You pout just to get your way through&lt;br /&gt;You get angry at me for driving you mad&lt;br /&gt;You shout at the other end of the line along with me ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you much more than words can ever say.&lt;br /&gt;Everything and anything that's about you, leaves me asking for more.&lt;br /&gt;You are simply the cutest and the sweetest bao bao!&lt;br /&gt;I could have all the money in the world, you'd still mean more to me.&lt;br /&gt;Because your love makes me richer than the chings.&lt;br /&gt;You are the happiness that i have found and never will i let it go.&lt;br /&gt;You are the best part of my life :)&lt;br /&gt;Without you, life just wouldn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it may sound cliche, but I still got to say.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to spend forever with you &lt;span   font="" style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I love you, BabyEn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;With lots and lots of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Jo &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/15171277-4641867764458600800?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/4641867764458600800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=4641867764458600800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/4641867764458600800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/4641867764458600800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-like-ive-spent-forever-searching.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgfM8ki0hLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fdx8Q7rN4_U/s72-c/december_177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-6553345118692073630</id><published>2007-03-21T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:38:01.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044414119431931042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFb6ki0hKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_ernf3NyJtE/s320/W+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044413926158402642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFbvUi0hFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tOYDVH32Y5M/s320/W+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044413926158402658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFbvUi0hGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/EPbLIEYboXY/s320/W+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044413930453369970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFbvki0hHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fRGApvyyBG8/s320/W+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fremantle, Eshed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044413930453369986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFbvki0hII/AAAAAAAAAQk/lnn5nU3FftI/s320/W+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044413934748337298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFbv0i0hJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XjGVoP2y3mc/s320/W+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044413183129060402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFbEEi0hDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VXjrNQwE9lg/s320/W+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;BBQ&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044413183129060418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFbEEi0hEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/0kSKuXRa8NE/s320/W+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044412242531222514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFaNUi0g_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/lwnQYNnGu7E/s320/W+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044412242531222530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFaNUi0hAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/i-q--f4jYFg/s320/W+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044412246826189842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFaNki0hBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hRbKnYBGXRA/s320/W+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fremantle&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044411808739525586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFZ0Ei0g9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/2O3XAkq8V8c/s320/W+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044411808739525602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFZ0Ei0g-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/UpKO-0t12P8/s320/W+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rolleystone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044411263278678930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFZUUi0g5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/puNNQd69MEk/s320/W+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044411267573646242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFZUki0g6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/DKg7O0OD-VY/s320/W+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044410842371883890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFY70i0g3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/liLZG7nF-R8/s320/W+184+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044410352745612098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFYfUi0g0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/iZV1LsJgw_8/s320/W+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044410357040579410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFYfki0g1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/nodRJdhvR8w/s320/W+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044410361335546722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFYf0i0g2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/6jpI3VwpIY8/s320/W+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409914658947890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFYF0i0gzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1Wx77bGFrh4/s320/W+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HarbourTown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFbD0i0hCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0jx67dn8AB4/s1600-h/W+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409407852806930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFXoUi0gxI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zg3j2kb0q6Y/s320/W+319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409407852806946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFXoUi0gyI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uOSwCVQy_64/s320/W+365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408840917123842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFXHUi0gwI/AAAAAAAAANk/lo4uve-yALI/s320/W+381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408604693922546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFW5ki0gvI/AAAAAAAAANc/7tFf8l5mcaQ/s320/W+384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408050643141346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFWZUi0guI/AAAAAAAAANU/1bp8wRMtfhU/s320/W+565+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407329088635602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFVvUi0gtI/AAAAAAAAANM/cVxFEWFug30/s320/W+608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407324793668290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFVvEi0gsI/AAAAAAAAANE/OuXN03swHiE/s320/W+657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407324793668274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFVvEi0grI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AHj8JEvjWng/s320/W+664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407320498700962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFVu0i0gqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/_J6jfowwoOA/s320/W+705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407316203733650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFVuki0gpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5C2iX8hFOlI/s320/W+714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-6553345118692073630?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6553345118692073630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6553345118692073630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6553345118692073630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6553345118692073630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/03/pictures-fremantle-eshed-bbq-fremantle.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RgFb6ki0hKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_ernf3NyJtE/s72-c/W+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-8412389179985149056</id><published>2007-03-13T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T06:29:51.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is a winding road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’ll make it through together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; we'll never give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, &lt;/strong&gt;mommy's friend came to pick us up &amp;amp; we went to Fremantle market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy left me with Samantha &amp; Brendan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to watch a movie but didn't in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met mommy then had coffee &amp;amp; cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to have seafood after that, then home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They came over for dinner then yadah yadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, &lt;/strong&gt;church in the morning then went to aunty Mary's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went a lot of places after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole time I didn't want to leave the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, &lt;/strong&gt;went Phoenix shopping centre for lunch then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, &lt;/strong&gt;went HarbourTown with mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had lunch, then shopping &amp; more shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is lifeee, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gt a skateboard from there (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy spent so much at the GUESS shop :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh mommy bought a blazer from the skateshop for herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't buy much today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; all went crabbing, I went out to have seafood with cousie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drove around then came home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy and all just came back not long ago with only 3 crabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Claiming they saw a shark so they ran for their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank god my mommy is still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bbq tomorrow 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041398877652288226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RfalkZmEguI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K0ydIU1NOto/s320/809478561m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss Tiny B sooo much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I bought her more things than I bought for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bb you better be happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Tiny B very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've made up my mind this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im gonna break through all these chains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm willing to risk it all, to take the fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos nothing's gonna stop us now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there through good and bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through every step along the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; no one can break the spell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-8412389179985149056?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/8412389179985149056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=8412389179985149056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/8412389179985149056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/8412389179985149056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-is-winding-road-well-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RfalkZmEguI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K0ydIU1NOto/s72-c/809478561m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-3598959582674395500</id><published>2007-03-09T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:32:41.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Each time I see her precious smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It takes me to a place where love meets eternity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not letting go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to be alone in this crazy world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love her so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I'll sacrifice it all to have her in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garden City shopping centre in the noon to get some stuff + have lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pasta was yum yum (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went back home, helped cousie to pack her wedding gifts then went out again when she came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to HarbourTown. I love it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping, &amp;amp; more shopping! :D Had Japananese food for dinner :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then came home while my mommy went to her friend's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi Bb (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tiny Bb's super sweet &amp; cute :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you Tiny B 0_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039931154183258834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RfFurpmEgtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/YuF99DbRp5A/s320/Picture%2B013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a day goes by that I don't thank God for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He blessed me with my angel though I don't deserve you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I met you girl, lonely was my best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that you are in my life, I am stronger within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait to kiss my angel late at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; watch her go to sleep until I see her rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-3598959582674395500?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/3598959582674395500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=3598959582674395500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3598959582674395500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3598959582674395500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/03/each-time-i-see-her-precious-smile-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RfFurpmEgtI/AAAAAAAAAMc/YuF99DbRp5A/s72-c/Picture%2B013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-9041656626923312999</id><published>2007-03-08T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:48:32.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You &amp; me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just you &amp;amp; me &amp; no one else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always &amp;amp; always, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, &lt;/strong&gt;went to Carousel shopping centre in the noon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought two skinnies &amp; 3 tops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 hour car ride to crabbing place in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught around 40+ crabs. Then went back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crabs feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, &lt;/strong&gt;Phoenix shopping centre in the noon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crabbing in the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time round, 55 crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today,&lt;/strong&gt; slept for the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went Mathaiyas' house for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BBQ for dinner, yum. Then came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking to Bb now (: Dong xiii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bb I love you very much (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I miss you terribly ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want &amp;amp; need you badlyyy ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't bring my cable over so I can't upload pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next time then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first time I caught a glimpse of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then my thoughts were only of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-9041656626923312999?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/9041656626923312999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=9041656626923312999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/9041656626923312999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/9041656626923312999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-that-were-worlds-apart-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-7470099261347399738</id><published>2007-03-04T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T06:59:38.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the first time I pressed my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm drinking all of the tears you cry &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathing every breath that you sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam's &amp;amp; this other place yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Church today then everyone came over for dinner, yumm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm showing Bb my face now. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna see Bbbbbb ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, webcammed with Nat &amp; my sis today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw Mel! Hahaha. &amp;amp; I finally saw my dogs :D So cutee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Absolutely adorable. But Bb's much better :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing beats my Bb (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038082172025244850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RerdCuTLDLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/U5XhUyvJj3U/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOVE BB VERY MUCH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No words can ever describe my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-7470099261347399738?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/7470099261347399738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=7470099261347399738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/7470099261347399738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/7470099261347399738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-love-from-first-time-i-pressed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RerdCuTLDLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/U5XhUyvJj3U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-1047135073322680374</id><published>2007-03-01T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:17:57.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKOkOnoagQ/RebfLWJkg6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/suNaWAwjAkQ/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKOkOnoagQ/RebfLWJkg6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/suNaWAwjAkQ/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036958619277755298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm yours and you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, there's something about you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Accidents happen strangest of places.&lt;br /&gt;How come they happen at all?&lt;br /&gt;Look for the turning for something or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go because I need you so.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you, you complete my life.&lt;br /&gt;I found my answer, Baby, you are my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find it hard to see but every time you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;There's just no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;The way that I feel about you, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't trade it for all of the money in the world.&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning and feel you next to me,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm blessed from above.&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all so clear to see, that I've got a real love here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love, I just can't stop it now.&lt;br /&gt;Real love, I can't hold it down.&lt;br /&gt;Real love, if I needed to, I'd give it all up for you.&lt;br /&gt;Real love, you are all I want, I wouldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;Real love, you are the reason I'm living for.&lt;br /&gt;This is real love, you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I might try,&lt;br /&gt;No way of hiding what I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure more than diamonds and pearls,&lt;br /&gt;My simple love for this one girl.&lt;br /&gt;From her head to her feet, she's the best part of me.&lt;br /&gt;She makes me smile the whole night through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, My Everything and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you as my Guardian Angel, why would I still need wishes for.&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever replaced you and the place you have in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;When you're close to me, it's the only time, I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forever&lt;/span&gt;, you will stay by my side &lt;span font="" style=";font-size:85%;color:RED;"  &gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babyy, I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span font="" style=";font-size:85%;color:RED;"  &gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/15171277-1047135073322680374?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/1047135073322680374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=1047135073322680374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/1047135073322680374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/1047135073322680374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-yours-and-you-are-mine_01.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5SKOkOnoagQ/RebfLWJkg6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/suNaWAwjAkQ/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-2192650441527029844</id><published>2007-03-01T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:47:15.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos all I've ever wanted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; you alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I love you so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More than you'll ever know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I've ever wanted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Marcus' place today then to Sam's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had dinner &amp; lunch at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fremantle tomorrow :D Mommy says shopping for the whole of tomorrow (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam's place on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats aboout it I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I still don't know how to blow a bubble ):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Called Bb today :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohman, it has only been five days &amp; I alr miss you so much ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet Bb just wants me to bring goodies back for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not me &gt; : (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben dan B was being so mean on the phone ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I love you very much still :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I do is for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; you are every part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I don't want to face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-2192650441527029844?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/2192650441527029844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=2192650441527029844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/2192650441527029844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/2192650441527029844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/03/cos-all-ive-ever-wanted-is-you-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-6738603591474446604</id><published>2007-02-28T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:06:17.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty girl you are the light of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean my everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the one I'm gonna choose to be my wife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's why I'm gonna make you wear my ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went Victoria Park today, then to Town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went back to Victoria Park for lunch at this restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked around &amp; all, shopped for groceries then went back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had shark's fins after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then cousin brought me out for a ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fishing &amp;amp; crabbing really soon I guess. Shopping tomorrow, (thats what my cousin says)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna go Fremantle market! Uh shall blog tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; when I'm feeling down and out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one who will bail me out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love will always guide me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yay, called my sick baby today (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; she's still sick ): Oh man, I miss her sooo much ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was sooo good to hear her voice :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay I'm going to call her every day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I love my Bb very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty girl don't ever say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ever let me be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you do, you know that I would die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mean that much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My pretty girl, hear what I have to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's something you should know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You brought me sunshine on my darkest day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-6738603591474446604?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6738603591474446604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6738603591474446604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6738603591474446604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6738603591474446604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/pretty-girl-you-are-light-of-my-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-1352847699971165915</id><published>2007-02-27T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T04:57:04.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would give up my life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To spend just one night with you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos my love don't stop &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't lie you bring out the best in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had breakfast &amp; went to Garden city today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopped around &amp;amp; they have this shop that's similar to Topman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; they sell nicer clothes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came home, had lunch. Did some baking then I went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up, helped to prepare dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had western food for dinner, yum :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg I think I put on weight! Finallyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS BB LIKE FUCK ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sick little babyy ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please please please take superrrrrr good care of yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought I know you're too dumb to! Alright, just kidding but please take super good care of yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll buy you many many goodies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen now baby, I'll tell you true &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just how much that I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a sweet feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know is real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This kind of love you can't conceal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your love, for your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would give the stars above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your love, for your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would give you all I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-1352847699971165915?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/1352847699971165915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=1352847699971165915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/1352847699971165915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/1352847699971165915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-would-give-up-my-life-to-spend-just.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-6144643356012253589</id><published>2007-02-26T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T07:22:40.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL3Ajr6NfI/AAAAAAAAALE/dKdk15h-w0s/s1600-h/Feb_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL3Ajr6NfI/AAAAAAAAALE/dKdk15h-w0s/s320/Feb_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035858922305107442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi dearest Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Destiny cannot be shaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fate will send us where we need to be&lt;br /&gt;Many turns our love has taken&lt;br /&gt;But in the end you're standing here with me&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a long road to forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But together I know we'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're standing on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Edge of the eternity you and I&lt;br /&gt;We're standing hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will break our love&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish you each day till I die&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's filled with &lt;a style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL37Tr6NgI/AAAAAAAAALM/KOBfl_ERlnk/s1600-h/Feb_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL37Tr6NgI/AAAAAAAAALM/KOBfl_ERlnk/s320/Feb_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035859931622422018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;such emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're the reason for the air I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I pledge to you all my devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Until death do part you away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never been so close to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;As the moment when I looked into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;And baby together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;There is so much we have yet to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And now &amp; forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I pray you'll always be here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eternally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't imagine where I'll be without you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you every day more than words can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;And for all lifetimes to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;This night will never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL0-zr6NbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JLIQljmTmOc/s1600-h/Feb_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL0-zr6NbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JLIQljmTmOc/s320/Feb_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035856693217080754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;You take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been sure that a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Could've brought you here to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven's all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught up in every touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel the rush of this moment back when we're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Each time we kiss I can't resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're there by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;In every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that you would not forsake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I give you my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Would not think twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your love is all I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL15Dr6NeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_olNuaontng/s1600-h/Feb_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL15Dr6NeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_olNuaontng/s320/Feb_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035857693944460770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; I may not say it quite as much as I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I say I love you darling that means for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;So open up your heart and let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will love you 'til forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Until death do us part we'll be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;So take my hand and hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;And we'll get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm wondering how I ever got by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Without you in my life to guide me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where ever I go the one thing that's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is everything I do I do for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;So when ever you get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just reach out for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL1eTr6NdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rdwD-o0HvhE/s1600-h/Feb_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL1eTr6NdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rdwD-o0HvhE/s320/Feb_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035857234382960082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never let you down my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                            And I will love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;till forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Until death do us part we'll be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;So take my hand and  hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;And we'll get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;This I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't wanna want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't wanna need you so bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't wanna wake up  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;And find that I was falling so fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't wanna need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't wanna need anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now look what you've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I can't go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL4EDr6NhI/AAAAAAAAALU/z4AZfkvOgyc/s1600-h/Feb_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL4EDr6NhI/AAAAAAAAALU/z4AZfkvOgyc/s320/Feb_0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035860081946277394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm naked, I cant fake it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not that strong without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Never thought I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love you the way I do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your touch, your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; Cant believe the way you let me in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't rush tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you like the ocean needs the tide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I vow to give you everything you need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I give you the sun and the moon and the stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever you want babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I'll take good care of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever you need babyy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;You can call on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your provider, your supplier,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Its my desire to take you higher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baby, I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15171277-6144643356012253589?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6144643356012253589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6144643356012253589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6144643356012253589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6144643356012253589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-dearest-baby-destiny-cannot-be_26.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/ReL3Ajr6NfI/AAAAAAAAALE/dKdk15h-w0s/s72-c/Feb_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-5598583849005700680</id><published>2007-02-26T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T05:48:58.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would it take, for you to see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To make you understand that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll always believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and I, can make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay the time here is one hour faster than S'pore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I reached here at 7:15am yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home then to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had lunch after that then to my friend's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Home after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Called Bb :D Yay I finally heard her voice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, &lt;/strong&gt;went Phoenix shopping centre to shop for groceries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came home, had curry for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just ate crabs for dinner :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's too much food here omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to put on weight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man Bb you better not dump me by then ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you sooooooo much ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to call her :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay, crabbing and fishing sooooon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is lifeee. Only if Bb's here ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I´ll see you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether far or soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I need you to know that I care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;, I miss You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-5598583849005700680?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/5598583849005700680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=5598583849005700680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5598583849005700680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5598583849005700680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-would-it-take-for-you-to-see-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-2304657160556077182</id><published>2007-02-24T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T04:30:35.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Alrighties, gotta catch my 1am flight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally going back to Aussie (:&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone, takecare.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Bb, I'll miss you terribly ):&lt;br /&gt;Please take good care of yourself!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-2304657160556077182?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/2304657160556077182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=2304657160556077182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/2304657160556077182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/2304657160556077182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/alrighties-gotta-catch-my-1am-flight.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-4694298961736328212</id><published>2007-02-21T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:59:39.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every second, every moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've got to, we've gotta make it last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I touch you once, I touch you twice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't let go at any price&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need you now like I needed you then&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me now, you'll never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033673749071242786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RdszmvCZpiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JNcw3N7MCGQ/s320/Feb_0243+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pierced my lip again on Friday (: Thankyou Mel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CNY's really boring. Luckily there's B (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been meeting B almost everyday, &amp; thats really good :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been eating a lot, but I don't seem to grow any fatter, tmd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught midnight movie at Vivo with B on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ghost Rider's quite a nice show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now B wants me to turn into a skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033673749071242770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RdszmvCZphI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pawSqU2UsHE/s320/Feb_0241+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presenting you B en Junior (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033673753366210098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rdszm_CZpjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UIVa1yF14tk/s320/Feb_0194+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033673753366210130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rdszm_CZplI/AAAAAAAAAJg/V9xD392sOOc/s320/Feb_0198+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033673753366210114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rdszm_CZpkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yjwZ5nqBbC0/s320/Feb_0201+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Girl, I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause if your love is all I had in this life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well that would be enough until the end of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So rest your weary heart and relax your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I’m gonna love you girl until the end of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-4694298961736328212?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/4694298961736328212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=4694298961736328212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/4694298961736328212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/4694298961736328212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/every-second-every-moment-weve-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RdszmvCZpiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JNcw3N7MCGQ/s72-c/Feb_0243+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-6396741420779172695</id><published>2007-02-15T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T08:14:27.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every little thing that you have said and done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feels like it's deep within me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doesn't really matter if you're on the run&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems like we'meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031787309240526210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RdR_5fCZpYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HwCOkSLOgmg/s320/Feb_0155+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031791282085275122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RdSDgvCZpfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Yx4EKe10xP8/s320/Feb_0170+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th Feb; &lt;/strong&gt;Spent Valentines' day with Bb (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was the best Valentines' day I've ever had so far (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; Jo Chloe Ong WY is officially my girlfriend, after four months (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031787317830460834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RdR_5_CZpaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9c8DIxTBrIM/s320/Feb_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031788730874701266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RdSBMPCZpdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LkKgP3TgJg4/s320/Feb_0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031793270655133186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RdSFUfCZpgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Y4HIbOZK0Gc/s320/Feb_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanna love you forever &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp; this is all I'm asking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ten thousand lifetimes together &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is that so much for you to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cos from the moment that I saw your face &amp;amp; felt the fire in your sweet embrace &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I swear I knew I'm gonna to love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stop thinking of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what's written in your history&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as you're here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-6396741420779172695?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6396741420779172695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6396741420779172695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6396741420779172695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6396741420779172695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/every-little-thing-that-you-have-said.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RdR_5fCZpYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HwCOkSLOgmg/s72-c/Feb_0155+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-464284001241316437</id><published>2007-02-14T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T08:01:52.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it's hard to make things clear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or know when to face the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I know that the moment is here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll open my heart and show you inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love has no pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's, B (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; I promise to love you more each day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're all I've ever wanted, ever needed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold on tight, don't ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I've finally found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Courage to stand my ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you want me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be around, forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RdDcsPCZpWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UvKs6gKMrcY/s1600-h/yoyo!0005+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-464284001241316437?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/464284001241316437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=464284001241316437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/464284001241316437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/464284001241316437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-its-hard-to-make-things-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-3638361850778086208</id><published>2007-02-11T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T13:44:49.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh love, hang on,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've gotta say this right&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos I only get one shot,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once in my life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos I want to grow old with you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I want you to hold me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went town yesterday to meet B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Nat &amp;amp; all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; JJ was being so irritating, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that cabbed to Rayner's place to get something then to B's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stayed over (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030291616944465186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rc8vkvCZpSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FXSW7xJGFh8/s320/Feb_0124+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030292819535308098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rc8wqvCZpUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/u5WU_V1xbA8/s320/Feb_0126+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, went church in the morning with B &amp; family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then had breakfast at Ghim Moh market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that they went shopping then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss Bb so much ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get well soon B, I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we come together, you cant stop this good thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No you can't put it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we come together, try to stop this good thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; it will burn you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos without you, I'm nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna hold you forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-3638361850778086208?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/3638361850778086208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=3638361850778086208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3638361850778086208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/3638361850778086208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-love-hang-on-ive-gotta-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rc8vkvCZpSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FXSW7xJGFh8/s72-c/Feb_0124+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-398351360734291521</id><published>2007-02-08T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:16:48.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're so fine I want you mine; you're so delicious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about you all the time; you're so addictive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you know what I can do to make you feel alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029187599895995586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RctDefCZpMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DEs87dVjhoc/s320/IMG_4680+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029189176148993298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RctE6PCZpRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XhM0OqPsk0Y/s320/IMG_4626+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029188037982659794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RctD3_CZpNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vCrKImOMMSM/s320/yoyo!0007+((.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029189171854025954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RctE5_CZpOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NUDDKSsplsU/s320/december_159+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029189171854025970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RctE5_CZpPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kEddBWb17sI/s320/IMG_3732+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029189176148993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RctE6PCZpQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/B36wwm67AsM/s320/January_0103+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; its your love that my heart beats for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bb, &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-398351360734291521?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/398351360734291521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=398351360734291521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/398351360734291521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/398351360734291521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/youre-so-fine-i-want-you-mine-youre-so.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RctDefCZpMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DEs87dVjhoc/s72-c/IMG_4680+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-4873156361178638368</id><published>2007-02-08T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T05:55:59.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Close to you, so far away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A rented room, anempty space&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sirens bleeding through the open door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie scene in black and white&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The snow falls down alone tonight&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one's ever felt like this before &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Calli (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029181058660803762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rcs9hvCZpLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qhYRuTeWsbk/s320/592556647l+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One night stand @ Marina Mandarin Hotel with Jie &amp; Bud, ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028871965664878130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RcokaJ5gHjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4mFlgTAvpD4/s320/19-01-06_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;19th January, DXO (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028871965664878146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RcokaJ5gHkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DKriziVL7M8/s320/IMG_3774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every letter that you wrote stays with me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; every promise that I broke, stays with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; everything that's left inside, stays with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It stays with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My apologies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it too late?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-4873156361178638368?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/4873156361178638368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=4873156361178638368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/4873156361178638368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/4873156361178638368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/close-to-you-so-far-away-rented-room.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Rcs9hvCZpLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qhYRuTeWsbk/s72-c/592556647l+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-1284121212366709405</id><published>2007-02-04T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T03:39:31.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hand in mine, into your icy blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; then I'd say to you we could take to the highway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With this trunk of ammunition too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember when you came with me that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We said forever, that you would never let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here I am again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With nothing left inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No I don't wanna but I gotta let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the one mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really didn't mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So beautiful, unmercifully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too little and too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-1284121212366709405?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/1284121212366709405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=1284121212366709405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/1284121212366709405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/1284121212366709405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/02/hand-in-mine-into-your-icy-blues-then.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-6938626015156083751</id><published>2007-01-31T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T03:19:52.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who left, or those who stayed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Everyday I get closer and closer to releasing this on you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roll it in, I can snap it in half and let the others make this happen to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I see is someone afraid of my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's inside me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're all abortions to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fucking lying to me as if I don't need an apology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't give a fuck who you think you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, you make me sick and it doesn't help your case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's so serious I can't stop laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I cannot wash my mouth off this taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You try to destroy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afraid to face the facts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how much longer you can live a lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want the whole world to burn every single thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For once it's not on my head "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-6938626015156083751?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6938626015156083751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6938626015156083751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6938626015156083751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6938626015156083751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-good-with-my-words-causing-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-8897467830422238663</id><published>2007-01-29T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:18:08.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the only one thing that I'm sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only one thing that is so pure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pure enough my heart can cure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so much I can endure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Searching places you might be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhere I'll go if I can meet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and tell you how I need you here with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't live without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't I just give up and let go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's over and I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everywhere I looked for high and low &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't find you and it shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you don't want me to come to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come to you again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I tried &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to live my life without you here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what I run into is more fear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you hear my words it's so sincere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I really need you near &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't you see this is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's too late to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These words of redemption &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should've known better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I can turn back the clock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll do anything and everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-8897467830422238663?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/8897467830422238663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=8897467830422238663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/8897467830422238663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/8897467830422238663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-only-one-thing-that-im-sure-only.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-6065352263578053087</id><published>2007-01-29T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T09:25:42.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I've reached the lowest point in life that no one has ever reached.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curse Wayne, hope she dies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-6065352263578053087?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/6065352263578053087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=6065352263578053087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6065352263578053087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/6065352263578053087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/yeah-ive-reached-lowest-point-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-5125748450330887342</id><published>2007-01-23T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T04:29:42.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear, a voice say &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be so blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's telling me all these things, that you would probably hide&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I, your one and only desire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I the reason you breathe, or am I the reason you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went town before going &lt;a href="mailto:Soft@DXO"&gt;Soft@DXO&lt;/a&gt; on saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Nicky, Nat, Keith, Calli, Andrea, &amp; friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ddr-ed with Nat as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took prints with Nicky&amp;amp;Nat (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabbed to Esplanade in the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with Fel &amp; friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got in &amp;amp; yeah it was as bad as &lt;a href="mailto:Sense@DXO"&gt;Sense@DXO&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was over crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drank at Harry's before that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tequilla + Barcadi 151 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went into DXO, danced a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left cos it was too crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fel treated me to beer at Harry's (: Thanks girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left at five something am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023216019215208802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RbYMWvdf0WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7dtWHWeTwLU/s320/gf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023216019215208786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RbYMWvdf0VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ClLpoK6L-eU/s320/dsfds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023216023510176114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RbYMW_df0XI/AAAAAAAAADE/E5kKEWWekJw/s320/jhbhbj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went Vivo to meet baby yesterday &amp; she was late for 7 minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha I was being damn irritating over the 7 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate &amp;amp; all then b sent me home (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023218097979380098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RbYOPvdf0YI/AAAAAAAAADM/46-i88rrtcs/s320/yoyo!05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023218102274347410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RbYOP_df0ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/U-WjaxB5WvY/s320/yoyo!0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023222968472293826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RbYSrPdf0cI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fB1bltM5n70/s320/yoyo!0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, bb came over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time passed so fast &amp; I'm missing her alr ):&lt;br /&gt;I love you B (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are mine there's no other one for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep in mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make my life complete &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; tonight we'll make love endlessly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos you're mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep for all time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-5125748450330887342?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/5125748450330887342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=5125748450330887342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5125748450330887342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5125748450330887342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hear-voice-say-dont-be-so-blind-its.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/RbYMWvdf0WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7dtWHWeTwLU/s72-c/gf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-7366327207084908184</id><published>2007-01-18T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:28:37.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; in my honest observation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During this operation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found a complication in your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So long, cos now you've got &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe just two weeks to live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that the most the both of you can give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just maybe a little more than two weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skated on Wednesday with AnZai &amp; co. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bronson &amp;amp; JJ came down to look for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then stayed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went town the next day with Calli, Andrea, Trico &amp; Nicky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Stacy &amp;amp;amp; Jaey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calli &amp; Andrea got me a hat (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; then Calli got me my favourite hello panda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slacked at Starbucks after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home at 12am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon I'll be without phone again I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great, I need to work. Fucked up, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DXO this Saturday, I hope everything turns out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; then I met this girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shots, pills, or cuts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh maybe sex's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If life ain't just a joke &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then why am I laughing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-7366327207084908184?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/7366327207084908184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=7366327207084908184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/7366327207084908184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/7366327207084908184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-my-honest-observation-during-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-5548146457617943879</id><published>2007-01-16T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T09:53:21.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020686377967145282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0PqPdf0UI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BnJsBxKFUHg/s320/326101356l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020685248390746418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0Oofdf0TI/AAAAAAAAABs/8Ez67Fcj6Jg/s320/968147232l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020683079432261746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0MqPdf0HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Dwxq7rFBmKA/s320/W+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020683367195070594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0M6_df0II/AAAAAAAAAAU/6Ku34Flku0k/s320/W+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wayne, Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0Nh_df0KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8EjKOtf-9bk/s1600-h/W+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020684037209968802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0Nh_df0KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8EjKOtf-9bk/s320/W+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wayne, Nicky, Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020683367195070610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0M6_df0JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TMQZRG9Bw3o/s320/W+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wayne, Nicky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0Nh_df0MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oR_sRMRC01Q/s1600-h/W+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020684037209968834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0Nh_df0MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oR_sRMRC01Q/s320/W+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Priscilla, Wayne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020684041504936146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0NiPdf0NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VOZU910FtpU/s320/W+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0NiPdf0OI/AAAAAAAAABE/PKXNkVzZK8g/s1600-h/W+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020684041504936162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0NiPdf0OI/AAAAAAAAABE/PKXNkVzZK8g/s320/W+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Calli, Wayne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020684037209968818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0Nh_df0LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EJ4Ee7LVc00/s320/W+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wayne, Jo, Calli, Meifen, Priscilla&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020685239800811762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0On_df0PI/AAAAAAAAABM/eWSfKiZ457o/s320/W+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Meifen, Calli, Wayne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020685244095779074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0OoPdf0QI/AAAAAAAAABU/H67ej9xIFSE/s320/W+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wayne, Meifen, Stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020685244095779090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0OoPdf0RI/AAAAAAAAABc/4qchbmON5lI/s320/W+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out the monkey in my room, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-5548146457617943879?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/5548146457617943879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=5548146457617943879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5548146457617943879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/5548146457617943879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/pictures-saturday-no-more-wayne-keith.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IwK30ji_h_s/Ra0PqPdf0UI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BnJsBxKFUHg/s72-c/326101356l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15171277.post-116895475224222268</id><published>2007-01-15T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T05:39:12.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well it rains and it pours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're out on your own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I crash on the couch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I sleep in my clothes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos I've spent the night dancing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm drunk, I suppose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it looks like I'm laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm really just asking to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, got my haircut at my teacher's salon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went town after that &amp; met many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went DXO in the night with Josephine, Meifen, Celine, Priscilla, Calli, Stacy &amp;amp; friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sucked. They were playing techno in the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was f crowded so I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to court in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents tagged along -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally went in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; I'm finally released,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have to go anymore :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dexter &amp;amp; my parents left then Dorris &amp; Pearl came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that we all went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I better be going school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to skate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if I'm going DXO this coming Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd rather skate tho.&amp; my dance partner's not going ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blogger's being irritating, I can't upload pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall upload another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I think I'm better off on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116895475224222268?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116895475224222268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116895475224222268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116895475224222268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116895475224222268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-it-rains-and-it-pourswhen-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116863153138287895</id><published>2007-01-12T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T12:23:52.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm scratching out my whole life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never to break through the skin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My body's always folding, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm lost in a complex machine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondering if the world stops only to tuck me in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it all stops, you see right through these colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went skating with Bronson &amp; guys on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a bag &amp;amp; gloves for skating from Spitfire (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday, celebrated Nicky's birthday in town (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday, met B at Vivo &amp; caught Spirits Of The Victims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smuggled sushis &amp;amp; doritos in :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't understand the show at all &amp; I swear I wanted to run out of the theatre ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bb protects me! :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to be a little more man luhhh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, went to meet mom at Vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a new phone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a new topman top (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a new pair of shoes (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom talked to me &amp; she's still as nice as ever (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you mommyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to skate more ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it has been raining like shit, tmd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clubbing on saturday at DXO if B's not staying out.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I miss B so much ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't seen her for 2 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're supposed to see each other everyday ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm dying, B ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my B freaking much (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; she said she's gentle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha, so cuteee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay I'm high-maintenance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad, too late for regrets :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Wei Yu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is for B :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're in my veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A look could take my breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; all these things you give away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I take for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just like poetry inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hear you breathing by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I’m in Heaven and I’ve died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So glad you're with me for this ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see your face to start my day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makes my all bad dreams go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; all the stupid games we play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn't have it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel like I am home again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel like I am whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However far away, I will always love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However long I stay, I will always love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever words I say, I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be the one I need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be the one I trust most &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't stop inspiring me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it's hard to keep on running &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We work so much to keep it going &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't make me want to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please say you'll stay, don't ever go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116863153138287895?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116863153138287895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116863153138287895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116863153138287895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116863153138287895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-scratching-out-my-whole-lifenever.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116845054926933312</id><published>2007-01-12T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T10:55:25.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its going 2 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still the one that you used to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think I'll ever cry this much for a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything that you do affects me but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you know how much I trust you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were there to hear me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really, treasure you &amp; love you a lot as a friend so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please don't ever leave cos I need you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could get back what we had last time, I would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those times when you made me laugh when I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you've got new companies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, I'm sad but still, I'm happy for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always here, &amp;amp; always will be &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Febuary 7th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116845054926933312?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116845054926933312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116845054926933312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116845054926933312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116845054926933312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-going-2-years.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116826475341010636</id><published>2007-01-08T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T05:59:13.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; X'mas Eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/1600/880809/IMGP1250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/719995/IMGP1250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/134456/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/789423/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/26740/Saycheese014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/798825/Saycheese012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/894534/Saycheese011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/737404/IMG_4725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116826475341010636?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116826475341010636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116826475341010636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116826475341010636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116826475341010636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/xmas-eve-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116792205472917438</id><published>2007-01-04T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T06:53:23.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do you have to be so cute?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's impossible to ignore you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must you make me laugh so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's bad enough we get along so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/830193/IMG_4680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day of school was boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 hours talk in hall, tmd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Irritating classmates &amp; dumb teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabbed back home after school, baby waited for me at my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then cabbed to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched Night at the museum, I fell asleep cos I was too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; baby did something to my hair &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took neos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sent baby home then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/241566/IMG_4652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/557032/IMG_4651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/61262/IMG_4659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/160645/IMG_4654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't go school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept for the whole day then went to see doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tmd they took blood out of me, so painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby's sick too ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; heyyo I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/793741/IMG_4689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I guess I'm ready&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For settling down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; fooling around is over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I swear it's true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No buts or maybes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm falling down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's always someone who saves me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; girl it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well it's feeling right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So let's do it right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praying that some how&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will understand the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's feeling right now baby somehow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't let this slip away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116792205472917438?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116792205472917438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116792205472917438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116792205472917438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116792205472917438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-do-you-have-to-be-so-cuteits.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116775522479797018</id><published>2007-01-03T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:33:22.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna feel the way you make me feel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm with you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna be the only hand &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You need to hold on to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been so long since I last blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 2007!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye to 2006, it has been a bad one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping &amp; skating for the last two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent X'mas eve, New year's eve at Coco Latte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got drunk on X'mas eve, dead drunk on New year's eve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was fun dancing on podiums &amp;amp; fagging like chimney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drank 4 shots + 2 burbon + beer on X'mas eve &amp; 2 shots + 2 jugs + 1 housepour on New year's eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Maryanne &amp;amp; co before X'mas eve @ Coco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took prints (: Shall upload it next time since it doesn't allow me to upload now &gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;X'mas eve @ Coco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keith unbuttoned my freaking top &amp; all the girls saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that me &amp;amp; Nicklaus frenched 4 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a crazy night -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supper at Spize then went to Jobelle's place after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New year's eve, met Calli &amp; went to get my vest &amp;amp; shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Keith at Anchorage after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slacked around then went to pick Stacy up to Clarke Quay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brewerks was packed so we packed the drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Countdown was quite okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought sprays then me &amp; Keith started running around spraying at people cos we were too bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went Coco after that &amp;amp; we missed the free flow ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Baby, Jobelle, Trico, Ally, &amp; others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went in, drank &amp;amp; danced. Had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fell off the podium, &amp; was falling everywhere, &amp;amp; I was actually lying on the dancefloor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guys had to carry me out &amp; I fell off the stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby was having a hard time taking care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry baby &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went Ally's place after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept, woke up &amp;amp; left for Keith's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby left for town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept at Keith's place, got up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bathed &amp; changed, went town to meet Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took prints, had sushi, met Nicklaus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went off to meet Buddy &amp;amp; 'Jie' with Baby after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went somewhere &amp; supper was great (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything was great :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only baby knows 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at eight something cos baby had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/435954/wayne%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/916124/IMG_4629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; I miss baby/samba/b/biba/ben dan so muchhh ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lately I'm so tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I took it all out on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never meant to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I left you outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ever felt I ignored you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, my life is all you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I gonna make it up to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I'm gonna make love to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight you're gonna know how much I missed you, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I dedicate my heart to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I gonna be a part of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight you're gonna know how much I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I miss you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna act like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that you'd be mine forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I hope it's forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want you to feel like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take you for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever we are together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116775522479797018?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116775522479797018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116775522479797018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116775522479797018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116775522479797018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wanna-feel-way-you-make-me-feel-when.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116665933609157800</id><published>2006-12-20T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T09:32:47.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, &lt;/strong&gt;Nicklaus, Jaey, &amp; Stacy came over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got ready &amp;amp; we left for town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Kelly &amp; me, Stacy &amp;amp; Kelly were wearing the same thing -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had dinner, then off to Clark Quay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Nat &amp; others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Popped a few shots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liquid Cocaine, B52, Tequilla, &amp;amp; Quickfuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a little high, just a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/zaedren/waynepaupausmelliefatpigshots.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/506656/DSC09994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/374497/bill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think thats only for the drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/199361/biggroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A group of weird people came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then off to Attica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got in then yeah came out, tried to help others in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all danced on the podium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drank a little inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; I stripped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha, was grinding Nicklaus all the while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How gayy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got off after some time &amp;amp; dance outside the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was really spacious there luh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music didn't suck that much though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; the dancefloor was too packed :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got out at two something am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat outside &amp;amp; all, got drenched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to buy drinks for the drunkards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I left at three something am when they were okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/329125/DSC09967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/477962/DSC09976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/15284/DSC09977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/901029/DSC00026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/12141/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today,&lt;/strong&gt; baby called &amp;amp; I woke up, then back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at five pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went out with dad to meet mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought two shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to buy this super nice jeans from G-star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but didn't get in the end ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had dinner at Din Tai Feng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached home at eleven pm. &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/15171277-116665933609157800?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116665933609157800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116665933609157800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116665933609157800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116665933609157800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-nicklaus-jaey-i-woke-up-then.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116646864964246849</id><published>2006-12-19T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:04:09.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/1600/434602/fei%20moooooooi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/973906/fei%20moooooooi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yo, guess who?! Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/947148/JZW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prints taken on Saturday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/495120/P1040444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/384815/P1040449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/992159/P1040443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/598380/P1040441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/691287/P1040439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/234147/P1040436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/643203/P1040433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/595459/P1040437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, Evan's Hostel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/127782/december%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/683063/december%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/816737/december%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/215893/december%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never in my life I expected this to come from you. I have never done a single thing to you. &amp; I'm sure you know how I used to treat you. How can you be so fucking ungrateful to me? I thought we were good friends, really good friends. I trusted you &amp;amp; this is what you're giving me. You're so despicable &amp; I finally know how disgusting a person can get. I fucking loved you as a friend. Shared what I had with you. Those tears &amp;amp; joy we had but I guess I didn't mean anything to you if not you wouldn't have done such a thing to me. Thank you, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think this is funny &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wayne &gt; &amp; the whole world comes crashing down on you. says:&lt;br /&gt;STACY4EVA YO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodnight &amp;amp; Go; says:&lt;br /&gt;WAYNE4ETERNITY&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight &amp; Go; says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight &amp; Go; says:&lt;br /&gt;coolios right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wayne &gt; &amp; the whole world comes crashing down on you. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodnight &amp;amp; Go; says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wayne &gt; &amp; the whole world comes crashing down on you. says:&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS4LIFE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodnight &amp;amp; Go; says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah man!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight &amp; Go; says:&lt;br /&gt;enemies4death&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight &amp; Go; says:&lt;br /&gt;yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Court tomorrow, then Stacy, Nick, &amp; Jaey's coming over to spoil my drums, HAHA. Stacy's gonna help me pick what to wear &amp;amp; then off to Attica! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116646864964246849?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116646864964246849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116646864964246849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116646864964246849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116646864964246849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/12/yo-guess-who-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116631400173650235</id><published>2006-12-17T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T07:11:34.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harsh words can push you aside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you won't make me cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth hurts baby that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just came home from town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zhi picked me up &amp; we went to town (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Zhi got the same earring cause we only needed one each (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slacked around &amp; stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ddr-ed with Nat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched Midnight Sun with Stacy, Nat, Nick, Kelly, &amp;amp; Jaey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was really boring &amp; when I wanted to cry, the show ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sang birthday song for Jaey outside PS, &amp;amp; in the bus to Cityhall (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAEY :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with JianQing &amp; co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of them went off, Jaey left after awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy stayed with me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went town's Skatepark after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't bring my skates out though ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't see Zai &amp;amp; co ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had supper at Hongkong Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy was being so !#$%^&amp;*&amp;amp; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy left at five am so I went skateboarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crapped with JianQing &amp; co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Yay I'm pretty) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm gonna take up Thai Boxing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fagged like a chimney &amp;amp; yeah came home at six something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attica this Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've got to go Court before that, grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember grinding my sis in a club last time, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All this time, you've been telling me lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hidden in bags that are under your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; when I asked you, I knew I was right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if you turn your back on me, now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I need you most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you chose to let me down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won't you think about what you're about to do to me and back down?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you knew my heart would break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116631400173650235?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116631400173650235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116631400173650235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116631400173650235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116631400173650235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/12/harsh-words-can-push-you-asidebut-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116613817778340138</id><published>2006-12-15T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:16:17.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; &lt;em&gt;my heart's sinking like a weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How would you feel if everyone has been lying to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause sometimes not knowing's better than knowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never in my life I'd want to know all these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shouldn't have cared so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I opened up &amp; let you in, but all I got was, lies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you, I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How am I supposed to feel about the things I've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if I should &lt;strong&gt;stay or turn around &amp; run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116613817778340138?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116613817778340138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116613817778340138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116613817778340138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116613817778340138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-hearts-sinking-like-weight-how.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116610492735655300</id><published>2006-12-14T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:32:39.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so predictable no shadow of doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're suffering know who sold you out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck your opinions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck your lack of spine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're miserable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, &lt;/strong&gt;went town to meet Jo &amp; Evan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met bro after such a long time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evan was drunk @ four something in the afternoon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a hard time taking care of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pool-ed a little then went to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went Brewerks with Jo, Evan, Singh &amp;amp; Fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to order a tower butt settled down with two jugs in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drank &amp; I guess I was a little gone, but wasn't drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evan, Singh, &amp;amp; Fish left for Zouk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to have supper with Jo. Ordered quite a lot I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stingray was great :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought some stuffs then cabbed to Evan's hostel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched Bring it on (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evan came back, me &amp; Jo went to the rooftop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat around, then went back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept at ten am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up, ate, slacked around &amp;amp; slept at four something am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jo went off at about one pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up &amp; went JP with Evan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought groceries &amp;amp; I cut my hair :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ two packs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess I'm staying for another night since I'm so lazy to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall upload pics another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, I miss you ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116610492735655300?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116610492735655300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116610492735655300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116610492735655300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116610492735655300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-so-predictable-no-shadow-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116576745787751274</id><published>2006-12-10T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T08:53:38.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This constant pressure that keeps hanging over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes me feel so empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's more than anything that I could ever be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else could you take from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting harder to relate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't want to make the same mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/980898/IMG_3774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, &lt;/strong&gt;went town to meet Jo &amp; Evan was there with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Isabelle &amp;amp; friends, went Heeren then to PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drummed a little &amp; I swear my left hand's paralysed ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabelle &amp;amp; co went to CCK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evan, Jo, &amp; me went Cineleisure for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slacked at Rockys, &amp;amp; Jo kept stealing my drink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went Clarke Quay after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drank at Brewerkz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was really yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ordered a jug + draft selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/531414/IMG_3729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/970920/IMG_3751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/382814/IMG_3727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/370542/IMG_3732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/839941/IMG_3734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/60040/IMG_3745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/143002/IMG_3756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I swear Jo's a lousy drinker! She got drunk before me?! K I didn't get drunk. &amp; its the first time in my life that someone got drunk before me. Walked to town after that. Evan disappeared halfway. Then I sent Jo home. Walked around CCK for quite some time then went home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Jo violated me when she was drunk + whacked me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/309136/CIMG3735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no solution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me truth to my conviction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it my own confusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality or fiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I out of my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116576745787751274?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116576745787751274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116576745787751274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116576745787751274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116576745787751274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-constant-pressure-that-keeps.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116558809085048607</id><published>2006-12-08T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T05:47:12.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't have the strength to fight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suddenly you seemed so right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/60284/december_168%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/1600/290506/december_173.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday,&lt;/strong&gt; went Bugis to collect my specs. Then cabbed to Jo's place. Watched some show &amp; ate a lot of junk food again! &amp;amp; I drank quite a lot of Vitagen. Watched television &amp; Jo sewed something for me :D Okay, for us. I didn't get to sleep ): I was so tired! Kor finally got his driving license. So my whole family went out in the middle of the night (with my dogs too) &amp;amp; wanted to pick me up &amp; drive around? They're nuts I swear. I told them my friend was driving me around, so they didn't pick me up! Hahaa. Stayed up until around four am, then went to sleep. Woke up late, so was late for Court. Jo cooked noodles for me :D Okay, cup noodles! Haha. Ate, then left at ten thirty am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/1600/898196/december_165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/667111/december_165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/1600/156458/december_170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/391222/december_170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/1600/927956/december_161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/991979/december_161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/1600/769448/december_172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/388965/december_172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/1600/295838/december_183.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/1600/950643/december_185.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be there by nine thirty am. Couldn't get a cab at all. Waited for quite some time. Then took a bus instead. Reached the Court at around twelve pm. Sat around then yeah had break until two thirty pm so I cabbed home. Then cabbed back. After fifteen minutes they released us. Then I went home. Kor's gf. I was so bored so I followed kor to pick my mom up, send his gf home, then came home. Mom was nagging at me in the car cause I went to make a pair of specs myself two years ago, paid, but didn't retrieve it. So they called my dad yesterday &amp; he went down to collect so now I've got two pairs of specs. I can finally see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love will remain a mystery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But give me your hand and you will see &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your heart is keeping time with me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116558809085048607?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116558809085048607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116558809085048607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116558809085048607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116558809085048607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-didnt-have-strength-to-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116535222775572446</id><published>2006-12-06T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:00:43.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh but I'm craving and counting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm begging and pleading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be mine tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'm waiting and dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm wanting and waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To show you how much I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just hung up with Jo not long ago :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, &lt;/strong&gt;sis accompanied me to Court. Had breakfast somewhere nearby. Met Dorris, Dexter, &amp; Pearl. As usual we waited for so long. Luckily Dexter brought his laptop + vcds so it wasn't that bad. Break at twelve forty five pm I think. Walked around &amp;amp; all. Jo came down to look for me :D Ate at Delifrance. Went back to Court at two forty five pm. Waited until four pm &amp; it wasn't our turn yet so we went home. Me, sis, &amp;amp; Jo cabbed back to my place. Watched this movie until me &amp; Jo fell asleep. Woke up, watched television then Jo went back at eight pm. K so she reached home, &amp;amp; her mom cancelled her tuition so yeah she's going Malaysia later on ): &amp; I still have to go Court. Thinking of going either Genting or Cameron next week with Dorris &amp; friends then maybe Jo? :D I stayed in Singapore for the whole of this year &amp;amp; I didn't even go back Aussie ): Bro's still in America. Buddy's missing -_- I miss the both of them luhh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just took out all my stitches myself cause I missed the appointment the other time :/ K its actually quite fun to pull out threads from your skin/nails. &amp;amp; yesterday I only slept for two hours. I have two hours to sleep now then I'll have to get ready for Court. So nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where I'll be touching and holding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caressing and giving you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll get you dreaming and lusting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And burning and crying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For more of this ecstacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116535222775572446?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116535222775572446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116535222775572446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116535222775572446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116535222775572446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-but-im-craving-and-countingim.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116516868094583831</id><published>2006-12-04T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T09:58:00.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not stop searching till I am where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I have is nothing without you right here with me&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything that I need is everything you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; I would wait right here forever&lt;br /&gt;Just to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I would trade it all in a second&lt;br /&gt;Just to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have all the answers&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I know is that&lt;br /&gt;Where you are going is where I want to go&lt;br /&gt;Don't have all the words to tell&lt;br /&gt;I know cause I've already tried&lt;br /&gt;aAll I know is that when you are here&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to feel&lt;br /&gt;To feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you whisper&lt;br /&gt;the words that are priceless to me&lt;br /&gt;Tust to know you more&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;To lose myself in you&lt;br /&gt;Is all I want&lt;br /&gt;All I want&lt;br /&gt;Just to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; there is nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Just to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there is nothing that I wouldn't go through&lt;br /&gt;Just to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; thats how I feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &amp;amp; I just want to let you know that I really do love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116516868094583831?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116516868094583831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116516868094583831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116516868094583831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116516868094583831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-will-not-stop-searching-till-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116507582085456681</id><published>2006-12-03T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T14:51:50.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause maybe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday I could learn to trust you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; just stop thinking with my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause maybe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday I could learn to let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lose control but that's okay with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lose control but tell me what's wrong with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, &lt;/strong&gt;rushed down to Zhi's place cause I wanted to meet bro for a ltitle while but I was too late. So met Michelle &amp;amp; we cabbed to town. Went Spinelli to meet Evan, Lyanne, &amp; Jo. Nat came, then Isabelle &amp;amp; friends. Went Cineleisure, ddr-ed as usual with Nat. Evan, Lyanne, &amp; Jo went Kpool. The rest of us went Rocky's. Slacked around then I went to Kpool to look for them. Talked to Evan &amp;amp; yeah. Had relapse &amp; I so wanted to die. It wasn't as bad as last time though. But I didn't have my medicine so hahaha. K then it went away after quite some time. Zhaopian came to look for me (: Talked. Then Evan, Lyanne, &amp;amp; Jo left. Went Takashimaya with Zhaopian + two friends. Walked around &amp; yeah talkeddd. Then cabbed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do I have to know everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; why does everything always have to make sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do I always have to have you figured out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I just want to take your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached home at around eleven something pm, changed &amp; went out. Sis asked me out for to drink so I brought my skates &amp;amp; cabbed to Esplanade. &amp; I totally forgot that I was going to Esplanade &amp;amp; there was a party. &amp; I dressed like crap. &amp;amp; MY SIS JUST HAD TO MEET ME RIGHT OUTSIDE DXO. What a fucker. &amp; I couldn't see without my specs so greatt I was waiting for her to spot me. Before I met my sis &amp;amp; friend I heard Nat's screaming. But I couldn't see so yeah. Then I called her. Met her &amp; I had to take care of three drunkards. &amp;amp; of course I got whacked &amp; shit like this. My sis &amp;amp; friend went to buy drinks. Yeah asked me out to drink but forgot to buy for me. Greatt. Finally sent Nat off &amp; yeah she taught me how to draw moon+stars. &amp;amp; I wanted to go in to DXO cause the music was fucking goodd. So cabbed to Skatepark with sis &amp; friend. Skated around then JianQing &amp;amp; friends came. One Slalom skater, more than six skate boarders? Skate boarded a little. Sis &amp; friend went to get some stuffs &amp;amp; sis' friends came. Then four more people came. Skated until six something am then went off cause it was drizzling. &amp; I wanted to go breakdancing so much but they were all tired ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg I have to go somewhere near court tomorrow for some interview shit thing for the court case. Then Tuesday, Wednesay, Thursday &amp; Friday I have to go court. K shall upload the pictures next time, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; you say if I fall I will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall straight into your arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should I trip over my feet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; if I start to slip I will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slip right onto my knees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into the center of your hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116507582085456681?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116507582085456681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116507582085456681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116507582085456681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116507582085456681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/12/cause-maybe-someday-i-could-learn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116489958885801251</id><published>2006-11-30T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:43:53.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So won't you show me your devotion, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heal my aching heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its like a neutron bomb explosion, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tearing me apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday, &lt;/strong&gt;woke up one something. I was supposed to be at Jo's place by one? Hahaha. Left Von's house, took a cab to her place. She told me to turn left but it was right -_- I went through her photo albums hahaha. &amp; my baby photos are on her wall :D Watched shows &amp;amp; ate a lot of junk food + green tea. Most of the time I was trying to sleep but she just didn't let me. Then I forgot what we did &amp; fell asleep at five am? Woke up at twelve pm. Obviously I didn't have enough sleep. BUT she didn't let me sleep again. K so she went to buy more junk food + green tea. &amp;amp; Jo wastes fooooood! She wastes a lot of food. Hahaha k then she had to go town with her family. So yeah dropped me at Cineleisure &amp; I cabbed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be the one, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to help you weather the storm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be there &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter where &amp; when,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can always count on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'ma take it from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; JO COOKED FOR ME. Okay not really. She toasted bread for me. So she gave her first to me! Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/282967/november_091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/594068/november_089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6843/1114/320/59845/november_090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116489958885801251?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116489958885801251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116489958885801251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116489958885801251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116489958885801251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-wont-you-show-me-your-devotion-heal_30.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116489815010348454</id><published>2006-11-29T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T06:49:10.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's got a pretty face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such a lovely name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want my friends to see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They might take her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Away from me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's one I won't forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a long, long, long time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now i really want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world to see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That she is the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Von's house nowww :D Went town to meet Jo just now :D Walked around and all. Had dinner at far east. I hate staircases. Why can't they have escalators everywhere?! I was so frustrated cause my vision was so blur! Okay it is still blur though. Fine, I feel frustrated everyday cause I can't see anything. I don't know how I even lost my specs. I need to get new specs soon! Okay &amp; I think I just a little dumber &amp;amp; a little slower cause I keep injuring my head. Oh man, I kill a lot of brain cells ): K so we met Von &amp; Xav at Paragon. Paragon's too high class for Von! Haha, &amp;amp; then we went to Toys'R'us. I'm still deprived of childhood. Children nowadays get such good toys! Haha, then yeah we walked to Cineleisure. Von finally got me the mickey studs! :D &amp; for the whole day I kept asking Jo to carry my bag. &amp;amp; I brought the little monkey out! Okat Jo I know I need to be a little more man! I shall be a little more. Just a little! Hahaha. Went to the foodcourt cause Von wanted to eat but didn't eat in the end. Xav and Jo went off together cause they live near each other. Then my and Von took a long bus ride back to her place. I went to buy ciggs and they checked meee Hello Panda. Haha but my ID's ninteen so Von don't you laugh at me. I still think Hello Panda's really nice. But Jo likes the vanilla one :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no denying when I look in your eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;girl I'm out of my head over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hung up with Jo not long ago &amp; she somehow fell asleep on me cause I refused to sing her to sleep. Next time luhh okay. You stupid dan! &amp;amp; EVAN'S STILL SLEEPING AT HOME?! Its 4:33am &amp; she should be here like way earlier?! Now she switched off her phone. DEE didn't come you ass. You still owe me my balls! &amp;amp; GREAT, I didn't bring my phone charger. Von's sleeping. Omg today's supposed to be a fun day luhh ): We were supposed to have "Vulgarity Mahjong Session", "Drinking Session (Baileys+Anlene Milk) Cause she has no fresh milk! But it still tastes as nice. Boo ): I'm so bored and no one's entertaining me. Everyone's sleeping &amp; for a little moment I was being emo. Hahaha. I shall drink alone then. &amp;amp; I'm feeling hungry again though I just cooked &amp; ate not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought I'd lay my heart on the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everything about you is tellin' me this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time I know and there's no doubt in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp; I miss stupid dan ): Yay I'm going over to your place later &amp;amp; we shall watch Casino Royale :D &amp; drink Vitagen (since you like it so much) &amp;amp; dan, you better be honoured okay. You're the only one I talk to the phone to yet you're so mean to me ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116489815010348454?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116489815010348454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116489815010348454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116489815010348454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116489815010348454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/shes-got-pretty-facesuch-lovely-namei.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116455865745479394</id><published>2006-11-27T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T06:46:07.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treat me right only when there's you and me and no one else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hard to phantom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; I just want to get back to Australia and forget about all these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause its hurting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I didn't try hard enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope so much that one day there'd only be you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you'll always treat me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They all say I'm heading for suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think I'm feeling alright tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I just want to pop those shots &amp; pop those pills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;, &lt;em&gt;knockout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/15171277-116455865745479394?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116455865745479394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116455865745479394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116455865745479394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116455865745479394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/treat-me-right-only-when-theres-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116455472333554828</id><published>2006-11-26T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:02:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it is breaking me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching the world spin 'round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While my dreams fall down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is anybody out there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is breaking me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, &lt;/strong&gt;went town to meet Bro (: Talked things out and yeah, Bros always (: Met Von for awhile, then sent her up to her workplace (: Oh yeah and I saw Nat (: Then went to meet Jo &amp; Evan. Went to the arcade, ddr-ed with Bro like how we used to (: Went Rocky's. Met Nicklaus and friends. Had fun. A lot of nonsense though. Met buddy for awhile (: Thanks for coming down! Then Jo disappeared. So me and Evan skated to PS hoping to find her on the way but we failed. So we skated back to Cineleisure. &amp;amp; I fell once. Evan almost fell though. Haha. I perspired like shit and yeah then went to look for Von. Left our skates with her then we went for dinner. It was my breakfast+lunch+dinner though. Sorted things out at LJS. I was trying to be cool and Evan had to play along. Hahaha. &amp; I just want to be what I was trying to be (Evan, keep quiet about it okay) Then yeah went to look for Von. Watched her eat and yeah after a while she went back to work. Pool-ed with Evan. I lost touch already hahaha. Jo came, finally (with a monkey) Quite cute luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You didn't say you're sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't care that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went Skate park to meet An zai &amp;amp; co. Couldn't skate there because it is booked. So yeah drove to Raffles there. Quite cool to skate there luhh but nothing much there. So drove to Bedok. Skated there. Its a big Skate park. I actually skated up the bowl which looks like a plate. &amp; I got in! Haha the bowl plate's quite fun to skate. Skated to Macs with Evan to get Happy Meal -_- Okay got the toy for Jo. &amp;amp; Jo's a happy girl now. Haha. While skating back I actually went straight into a chain. I didn't see until I crashed into it. &amp; oh before that I fell at the skatepark and knocked my head. So I fell again and knocked my head really hard and yeah thats double hit + I injured my stomach. I think I injured my neck too cause its hurting now and my head hurts. I'm in need of a pair of new specs. Went back, skated a little more then went Evan's place with Jo. All the while I was trying to sleep but I had to entertain Jo cause she couldn't sleep. Haha in the end I fell asleep and I think she went to look for Evan -_- Then she woke me up. Left Evan's house, sent Jo to town then I went home. Bathed, went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, you lied straight to my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I believed you 'cause I loved you more than life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116455472333554828?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116455472333554828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116455472333554828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116455472333554828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116455472333554828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-it-is-breaking-me-downwatching.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116439437077982683</id><published>2006-11-25T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:52:50.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running to the future &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you right by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm so sorry that I've fallen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me up lets keep on running&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me fall out of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 2:25am now. Heading to town later to meet Jo (: Then yeah skating in the night with Anzai &amp; co. I wanna go for a car ride though. Speeding up Mt Faber will do. I hope I won't crush any of my fingers anymore. It was really a bad experience. I shan't touch those heavy platforms. I shall let guys do the job next time, haha. Went shopping on Friday. Only bought a few things. K I don't have the mood to blog anymore so yeah, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be the one I need &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be the one I trust most &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't stop inspiring me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it's hard to keep on running &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We work so much to keep it going &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't make me want to give up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Found out some stuffs, &amp; somehow I feel disgusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Used to talk about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Used to feel digusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loser to successful at appearance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but always a loser at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Games you love to play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one will ever entertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Steals all your fame and puts your name to shame"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes not knowing is better than knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the start I shouldn't have known so many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New lover, happy ending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Old lover, there crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything's not what it seems to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then to breakdown and cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So forget about everything and start all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always &amp;amp; forever, not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116439437077982683?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116439437077982683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116439437077982683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116439437077982683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116439437077982683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/running-all-timerunning-to-future-with.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116414113721173335</id><published>2006-11-22T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:37:06.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days. All the fun and laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Super long ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/P5120529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/von%26wayne%26cheryl%26kaesen%20%28hungryy%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/wayne%26jia%20kissing..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/wayne%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; I just digged a super, super old photo out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't look like me at allll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/cwe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's all I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116414113721173335?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116414113721173335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116414113721173335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116414113721173335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116414113721173335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116412704536078875</id><published>2006-11-21T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:37:25.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyday love me your own special way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melt all my heart away with a smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take time to tell me you really care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we'll share tomorrow together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; baby, I'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid dan came over today :D Watched Eye ten, and some other television programmes. Then slept a little. Went to my house area and yeah sat around. Then went to eat. After eating, Evan came (: Took her things, then yeah sent them off. Stupid dan bought me a lot of sweets today but I'm already finishing it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss buddy, laode, Zhaopian! &amp; of course you ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laode! 28th okay? :D We'll have all the fun in the world! Must get DEE too :D Okay I'm so so so looking forward to it. &amp;amp; don't you ever forget my mickey stud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28th, 28th, 28th! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow I still can't believe. So disappointing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116412704536078875?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116412704536078875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116412704536078875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116412704536078875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116412704536078875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/everyday-love-me-your-own-special.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116402352750350210</id><published>2006-11-20T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T03:58:10.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say candy is sweet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it just can't compete with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've got everything I need &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And nobody can please like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You do, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things are so fucked up now, but with you around I have no fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;, I don't think I made the wrong choice. If I could choose again, it'd still be her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's left to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its quite upsetting that I don't know you at all after all those shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yay gather together and talk bout her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; realise how she's like and hate her even more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it'd fun for you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116402352750350210?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116402352750350210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116402352750350210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116402352750350210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116402352750350210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-say-candy-is-sweet-but-it-just.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116394839666596450</id><published>2006-11-19T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T06:59:56.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always needed something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've got all I want when it comes to lovin' you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my only reason, you're my only truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Jo in town (: Then walked around and all. Wanted to catch a movie but yeah some stuff happened. After that, went to PS with Jo and Cookie. Bought tickets for The Convenant. Then Cookie went off to meet her friends. Watched with Jo. The show's quite cool though. Went Orchard Emerald to for dinner after that. Then to Cineleisure. Met Cookie, then yeah sat around. Saw Keith and co. So went Cuppage cause they wanted to play pool. Me and Jo watched cause I didn't want to play. Talked to Keith and Cookie (: Finished at one something am? Then went off to Cineleisure's Cheers cause they wanted to get some thing to eat. After that, went to Skate park. Skated a little, then stopped cause there were a few people biking. Cookie, Keith, and friend went off. Roamed around in town with Jo. Then went to macs, at PS. Played with the bubble bubble thing that Jo's mom gave her?! Hahaha, then Anzai messaged me and all. So walked to Orhcard point. Anzai picked us up. Went Mt Faber. He was speeding like shit when going up Mt Faber cause he competting his friend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slacked around there then yeah went to West Coast. Played around, I climbed up the spider web thingy. And I realised I was so high up and I wanted to diee. Anzai and co are damn funny. They always make my day :D Then yeah they sent me and Jo to Clementi after that. Wanted to send Jo home but she brought the wrong keys out? Jo's damn dumb, I swear. Then went BPP. Sat at macs for quite some time. Then we took a bus to Marina to pass time. Thennn she went to her aunt's place, then I went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Changed, went to bed straight away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116394839666596450?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116394839666596450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116394839666596450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116394839666596450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116394839666596450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-always-needed-somethingbut-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116376975717906607</id><published>2006-11-17T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T05:22:37.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just can't stop crying. I'm sorry, everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116376975717906607?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116376975717906607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116376975717906607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116376975717906607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116376975717906607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-cant-stop-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116370333486628161</id><published>2006-11-17T02:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:39:59.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know its worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinking of getting an electric drumset. I'm sick of my acoustic one. I don't even know how to tune it. By the way, Jo came over yesterday. Watched BOO. &amp; some other television programmes. Then went to the park. She played the swing, and I watched. I couldn't see the stars. I need to get a new specs soon. Then sat around. Jo went off at around eleven pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take care of your stomach please! Oh and Jo's going KL tomorrow :/ Okay la have fun Jo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chatting with DEE now. &amp;amp; we were talking bout her blog url :/ &lt;a href="http://orgasmclit.blogspot.com"&gt;http://orgasmclit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; HORNY DEE! Orgasm clittoris :/ Fucker, &amp; you're actually working at ESKIBAR? How unfair is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay luh what's your blog url?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;never link me right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orgasmclit.blogspot.com"&gt;www.orgasmclit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;you got link me meh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;whats yours AGAINNNNNNNNN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF HORNY FUCKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;eh what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;ORGASMCLITORIS RIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;ORGASMCLIT -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;you thought it that WAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THAT WAY, HORNY FUCKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO AINT HORNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha okay fine thats true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; we continued and continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay thenn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;So sweeet LAH OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;HOLD HER TIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;dont let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I know, I won't let go okay. Thanks, DEE! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116370333486628161?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116370333486628161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116370333486628161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116370333486628161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116370333486628161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-know-its-worth-fighting-for-im_17.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116370332921812180</id><published>2006-11-17T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:55:29.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know its worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinking of getting an electric drumset. I'm sick of my acoustic one. I don't even know how to tune it. By the way, Jo came over yesterday. Watched BOO. &amp; some other television programmes. Then went to the park. She played the swing, and I watched. I couldn't see the stars. I need to get a new specs soon. Then sat around. Jo went off at around eleven pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take care of your stomach please! Oh and Jo's going KL tomorrow :/ Okay la have fun Jo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chatting with DEE now. &amp; we were talking bout her blog url :/ &lt;a href="http://orgasmclit.blogspot.com"&gt;http://orgasmclit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; HORNY DEE! Orgasm clittoris :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay luh what's your blog url?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;never link me right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orgasmclit.blogspot.com"&gt;www.orgasmclit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;you got link me meh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;whats yours AGAINNNNNNNNN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF HORNY FUCKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;eh what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;ORGASMCLITORIS RIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;ORGASMCLIT -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;you thought it that WAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THAT WAY, HORNY FUCKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO AINT HORNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne &gt; But do you need me like how I need you? says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha okay fine thats true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; we continued and continued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay thenn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;So sweeet LAH OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;HOLD HER TIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DEE says:&lt;br /&gt;dont let her go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I know, I won't let go okay. Thanks, DEE! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116370332921812180?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116370332921812180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116370332921812180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116370332921812180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116370332921812180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-know-its-worth-fighting-for-im.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116357508098681625</id><published>2006-11-15T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:09:46.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.poisonkiss-.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.poisonkiss-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116357508098681625?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116357508098681625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116357508098681625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116357508098681625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116357508098681625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116343316922088908</id><published>2006-11-13T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:03:59.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning always comes too quick when you're around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You leave me lying here so they don't find us out, they'll find us out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tear me open at the seams, take everything you need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my heart if you like the beat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;take my lungs if it's hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jo came over today (: Watched House Of Wax and another movie with her, then buddy came (: Jo left in the evening, then I went to fag with buddy. Went to have dinner. Okay I didn't eat. I'm losing my appetite ): I eat really really little now. Not even one meal a day, haha. Then went to the park to talk (: Buddy's still the best :D Then she went off at seven forty, to meet jie. So I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to hospital this wednesday. Who wants to come with me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't feel my fingers now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116343316922088908?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116343316922088908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116343316922088908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116343316922088908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116343316922088908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/morning-always-comes-too-quick-when.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116334291620308533</id><published>2006-11-12T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T06:48:36.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've been thinking about leaving since the day that we met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause if I don't get close when it's all over I'll just forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I have seen the end so many times I've played it in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I am scared to death I never want to see your dark side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should have known not to fall so deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its all too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A scream or a cry, the truth or a lie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I just want to hold you, every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116334291620308533?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116334291620308533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116334291620308533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116334291620308533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116334291620308533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-ive-been-thinking-about-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116334213197579987</id><published>2006-11-12T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T06:35:31.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went town to meet Zhaopian (: Walked around Cineleisure, met bro, then wen tto the arcade. Ddr-ed a little, then went K pool with Jo, Lyanne, bro, Cookie, Zhaopian, and a friend. Opened two tables, then Nat came. Went Rocky's after pool. Talked, fagged, then decided to go PS to watch The Guardian. Drummed a little, Sj came, then went for the movie. Bro and Sj went to PS' Rocky's cause they didn't get the movie tickets. First row, I wanted to puke. It was really damn sucky. Half an hour before the movie ended, me, Nat, and Zhaopian went out cause we couldn't take it. They went to play some kids' thingy and the thing that moves on the floor. I think its damn cute and I want to buy it to travel around my house. Then we went to Rocky's to look for bro and Sj. Fagged a little, Cookie and Jo came down, then Nat skated to skate park (my poor skates) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ask me what I want from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you know that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry Jo, for attituding you for the whole of yesterday. Jo went off when we reached the skate park. Nat and bro left after a little while. So yeah I wanted to practice grinding so I was shifting this platform that weighs more than 100kg, with Sj, and yeah I crushed my fingers, cause I didn't let go of it when Sj let it go. Its was freaking painful. Cookie went to get bandages, cream, and water. I swear I wanted to die. Anzai and co came and it was still bleeding. It bled for four hours non stop. I realised my nails were coming off and one of my fingers' flesh was splitting so Cookie called my mom to meet us at the hospital. Anzai and co drove us to the hospital and they waited until I was out. Thanks guys (: Went for X-ray, had five injections, twelve stitches, and I've got fractured bone. Took out my nails cause they're dead alr. Doctor did something to it and stitched it back to my finger. I was trembling like shit when he was doing my fingers. When I came out Cookie was so amazed by my hand and she even took a picture. My hand looks like a pig's hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Anzai and co left. Zhaopian and Cookie came to my place. Slept, woke up cause I was in pain :/ Then ate my medicine, tried to sleep but couldn't. Slept for quite some time, then they left at eight something pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankyou Anzai and co, Zhaopian and Cookie for waiting for me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116334213197579987?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116334213197579987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116334213197579987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116334213197579987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116334213197579987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-went-town-to-meet-zhaopian_12.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116309137718076685</id><published>2006-11-10T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:50:51.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey chew toy head &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're swollen and disfigured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I stretch out your face do you feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any bigger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I piss in your eyes will you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you think that you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, &lt;/strong&gt;rushed out when I received ZhaoPian's call. Cheer up okay, I'm always here. Then walked around and talked. Elle came down, and we went to Cineleisure. Met Kenny, slacked around, then went off at ten something. Went to Elle's place. Ate, then went to sleep. Woke up the next morning, Elle decided not to go to work so yeah slept somemore. Then woke up, got ready, cabbed to town. Sent Elle for lesson and I waited for her. Bro came to look for me (: Drummed a little, then went Cineleisure. Sat at Rockys for a while then bro went off. Me and Elle went to walk around. Then went back to PS. Walked around, drummed a little, then some things happened, sent Elle to Clementi. Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We made it last for fourteen months but now I think its over. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care, Elle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I need to skate! I think stunt bike's quite cool. I think my skates are giving up on me. They sound weird after I cleaned them ): Skating on friday(later) anyone? Or saturday? I want new wheels, new barrings, new frames. Okay I want new skates but my skates are quite new. I'm starting to dislike my skates okay I still have to love them they cost me a bomb. I hope it doesn't rain on friday(later) or one saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamed that I was you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamed your ego died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said who loves you more than I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll bask in your forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fucking waste of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angels fuck and devils screw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116309137718076685?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116309137718076685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116309137718076685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116309137718076685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116309137718076685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-chew-toy-head-youre-swollen-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116289312588097255</id><published>2006-11-07T17:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:52:05.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing on my doorstep in the rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make up running down your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look so good right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's bittersweet that you run to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I bleed you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would give up breathing for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you would take my breath and hold it in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to be inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jo came over yesterday to pass me my stuffs and yeah she kept playing with my toy atm machine :/ 19 years old already still like that. Jo's as deprived as me. Then Jo went off, so I went to VivoCity to meet Nat. Walked around, saw Sj and friend. Talked a little, then they went off. Nat and I went to supermarket. I love supermarkets (: Then we ate at this chicken rice place. Went Harbourfront to meet Elle. Then Nat left. Went Yoshinoya to watch Elle eat. Then, off to Elle's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me where it hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me what love's done to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't try to move, you'll only make it worse than it is already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had to be so strong and I had to be so useless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always fuckin' useless, useless without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept really early. &amp;, Wayne&amp;amp;Elle patched (: Woke up at seven something the next morning, got ready, sent baby to work. I stayed there for three hours watching her. Baby's a promoter! (: Then mommy came down cause her office is just beside the place baby's working at. Mommy bought me an Abercrombie shirt, then me and mommy went to have lunch, then she left. Waited for a little while more, then I cabbed home. Bro came over for a little while (: I helped her to cut her hair and I swear it looks damn nice now and I like it a lot. That's the hairstyle that I wanted, but too late, my hair's gone. Then bro went off. But Nat insisted on coming and bro couldn't stop her so they gave me a surprised :/ Nat played my drums, and I hope they're fine still. Then they went off after like, fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears ran down your face like rain on the window you were looking out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you looking for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't ask tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need this, just one kiss, a gentle touch, your sweet caress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart will break my ribs if I hold this in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby might be coming over for dinner. I hope she's coming cause I'm going to prepare dinner. Baby's still at work ): Shall blog later, I'm going to irritate my little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate myself for needing this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love our twisted little mess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it's wrong but it just feels right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The taste of tears is bittersweet tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116289312588097255?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116289312588097255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116289312588097255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116289312588097255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116289312588097255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/standing-on-my-doorstep-in-rain_07.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116289312392500776</id><published>2006-11-07T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:52:03.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing on my doorstep in the rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make up running down your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look so good right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's bittersweet that you run to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, I bleed you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would give up breathing for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you would take my breath and hold it in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to be inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jo came over yesterday to pass me my stuffs and yeah she kept playing with my toy atm machine :/ 19 years old already still like that. Jo's as deprived as me. Then Jo went off, so I went to VivoCity to meet Nat. Walked around, saw Sj and friend. Talked a little, then they went off. Nat and I went to supermarket. I love supermarkets (: Then we ate at this chicken rice place. Went Harbourfront to meet Elle. Then Nat left. Went Yoshinoya to watch Elle eat. Then, off to Elle's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me where it hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me what love's done to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't try to move, you'll only make it worse than it is already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had to be so strong and I had to be so useless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always fuckin' useless, useless without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept really early. &amp;, Wayne&amp;amp;Elle patched (: Woke up at seven something the next morning, got ready, sent baby to work. I stayed there for three hours watching her. Baby's a promoter! (: Then mommy came down cause her office is just beside the place baby's working at. Mommy bought me an Abercrombie shirt, then me and mommy went to have lunch, then she left. Waited for a little while more, then I cabbed home. Bro came over for a little while (: I helped her to cut her hair and I swear it looks damn nice now and I like it a lot. That's the hairstyle that I wanted, but too late, my hair's gone. Then bro went off. But Nat insisted on coming and bro couldn't stop her so they gave me a surprised :/ Nat played my drums, and I hope they're fine still. Then they went off after like, fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears ran down your face like rain on the window you were looking out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you looking for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't ask tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need this, just one kiss, a gentle touch, your sweet caress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart will break my ribs if I hold this in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby might be coming over for dinner. I hope she's coming cause I'm going to prepare dinner. Baby's still at work ): Shall blog later, I'm going to irritate my little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate myself for needing this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love our twisted little mess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it's wrong but it just feels right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The taste of tears is bittersweet tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116289312392500776?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116289312392500776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116289312392500776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116289312392500776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116289312392500776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/standing-on-my-doorstep-in-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116274280930640527</id><published>2006-11-05T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T08:06:49.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romance left this place long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If these walls could talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then they'd tell me it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabbed to town yesterday, went to get a haircut, then bought a jacket (share) Then went to meet Jo and Lyanne at Cineleisure, arcade. Ddr-ed, drove my truck, then went to get movie tickets for The Grudge 2. It was damn scary, and I was shivering. Ate chicken baked rice in the theatre though. Cookie was sleeping, Nat was doing don't know what, I think Lyanne only watched half the show, Jo watched the whole freaking show. &amp; I'm really proud of myself. I finished the whole show (: Buddy and 'jie' watched the show too. Same theatre. After the show, 'jie' came to scare me ): Then we went to the arcade. Played a little, then off to Spinelli. Fagged, drank, talked (: Went back to Cineleisure, walked around, then, buddy and 'jie', Jo, Cookie went off. So me and Nat went skatepark to meet my friends, Anzai and co. Didn't bring my skates ): So I borrowed their's. I still think Anzai's damn pro, and he's damn cute. Went home at six am. Reached home, bathed, slept at seven plus am. Woke up at six pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we kiss,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing that it's our last one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pull the sheets from the mattress,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep hasn't found us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tear the curtains from the window &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the world see this last dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My chest is hurting now ): Going Bugis tomorrow with Nat to check some stuffs (: I made my mom sad. My atm had four digits around one to two weeks ago. Now, it has only two digits ): Holidays are here, there won't be work ): Shall blog later if I have to mood to, BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone else can hang pictures over the holes in the walls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duck and take cover from the screams in the hall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing you to sleep when you're hurt from the fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And somehow I will miss this... all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116274280930640527?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116274280930640527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116274280930640527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116274280930640527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116274280930640527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/romance-left-this-place-long-agoif.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116273822206440743</id><published>2006-11-05T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T06:50:22.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Few days ago, Lyanne's place! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%205.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%207.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%2020.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%2027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%2032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%2036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%2058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%2059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/Picture%2070.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116273822206440743?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116273822206440743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116273822206440743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116273822206440743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116273822206440743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/few-days-ago-lyannes-place.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116262559460432536</id><published>2006-11-04T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T06:22:31.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My throat is sore from pleading.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't feel much like singing tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I can stop the bleeding I know that I will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to court on Tuesday. Waited for nine freaking hours there. Then went somewhere. Went to court on Wednesday, Waited for three hours, then went to chalet. Bought pink Crocs for Cookie. Bought cake, poppers, and balloons. Slacked at the chalet, surprised Cookie at twelve am though all the candles melted. HAPPY BIRTHDAY COOKIE (: Though its the 4th now. Stayed over, went somewhere the next day. Went home on friday, changed, went to Lyanne's place. Ddr-ed like mad, played piano, cam-whored. I think I look like L in some pictures -_- Then went to Nat's place. Then cabbed to Cookie's hostel to pass her a gift from Nat. Surprised her, then watched some shows, then I went to sleep. Cookie sent Nat home and she's still at Nat's place and I'm at her hostel alone and they took my lighter away. But I found one here, luckily. Jo and Lyanne's waiting in town for us and I'm waiting for Nat and Cookie. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said I always sang too loud to sing you a love song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I save my soft voice for the things I really mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always said I had a hard time saying what's on my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, here it goes: I hate you for what you've done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; fuck you faker. I won't forget what you've done you fucking faker. What a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116262559460432536?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116262559460432536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116262559460432536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116262559460432536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116262559460432536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-throat-is-sore-from-pleading.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116212388135266632</id><published>2006-10-29T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:54:24.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You roll the dice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Release my hell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebel in eyes that will never tell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To me you're not the only one to feel redemption&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Met Ruth at seven thirty pm, Skatepark. She was late for twenty minutes. Then Nat and Cookie came. Skated a little, then Nat and Cookie went to Cineleisure, Hong Kong Cafe cause they were hungry. They brought our shoes there :/ Me and Ruth skated to Cineleisure. Took off skates, walked to Hong Kong Cafe only with our socks on, haha. I splurged on food again.. Then Jo came. Went arcade, and I spent quite a lot there. I drove my truck! :D I still think its damn fun. &amp; ddr-ed until I wanted to die. Then we went to buy movie tickets for The Prestige. Bought for buddy too (: Then went outside Cineleisure to meet buddy. Some things happened and I don't wish to mention so yeah went for the movie. It was a nice show, just that Jo was being damn irritating! After movie, Jo left. Me, buddy, Nat, and Cookie went to Skate park. They watched me skate. &amp;amp; me and buddy talked! (: Nat and buddy left after a while. So me and Cookie went to make friends with two good skaters. Friendly guys (: Skated with them, Cookie watched. They left after a while. So me and Cookie went Coffee Club to eat. The girl that served us is really nice (: She gave us free ice mocha. Haha, then cabbed home at six plus am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prophecies merge into seeds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing only to crush our dreams &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let down your game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supposed to go Bedok police station today but I was feeling sick. So the officer came down to my place :/ Signed some things and I have to go court on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday for some shit thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I need to tune my drums! They sound weird.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if there's work tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna go skatepark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I think, goodbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I left my soul behind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I grew my conscience blind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loved myself too much, to handle the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116212388135266632?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116212388135266632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116212388135266632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116212388135266632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116212388135266632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-roll-dice-release-my-hell-rebel-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116202878022665386</id><published>2006-10-28T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:46:20.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you go then I'll forget you.&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone I won't miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that's just the way I've learned to deal with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My drums are finally here (: Might be going skate park later. I want to get a new skateboard! &amp; Salom(?!) skates. I need to learn grinding. &amp;amp; going down stairs :/ I have tuition later, but I'm not going. I'll go tomorrow. Might be going holland too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Few drops left of my hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I bleed in the name of faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Decisions I've made, decisions of fools&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Why am I bleeding for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy ate my food when I was helping to fix the drums ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She drank my tea too ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and I brought my dogs for injections today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They kept shivering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing the one who gave me nothing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one who dreamed my dreams away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flaming pride in your eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of the ashes I'll build mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason and feelings will never meet in me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why am I bleeding for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't live life like you could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'm still the one misunderstood &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't be the dream, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the lonely heart to seal your scheme &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't live the life you love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116202878022665386?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116202878022665386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116202878022665386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116202878022665386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116202878022665386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-you-go-then-ill-forget-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116197598408907444</id><published>2006-10-28T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:06:24.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the darkness and broken glass,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll come for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; if you only ask,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there I'll stand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabbed to Queensway shopping centre to get new lip studs. Only got two in the end. Then cabbed to town to meet Jo and Cookie. Went Vil'lage to eat. I'm spending a lot on food. Even when I'm not hungry :/ Ate steak and sausages, drank wine with Cookie. Then went Spinelli. Drank fagged, took pictures. Went Cine, played at the arcade, then bought movie tickets for Deathnote. While waiting for the movie to start, we went to Coke Red Lounge. Took pictures. Then went for the movie. The movie's not bad. Second part is coming out soon (: I kept whacking the both of them in the theatre. And I whacked Cookie's specs off so she couldn't see for fifteen minutes. &amp;&amp;amp;, I CAUGHT JO SLEEPING IN THE THEATRE LIKE WTF. I bit both of them though. Now I'm addicted to biting people. After the movie, went Maestro Bistro for dessert. Then cabbed back to Cookie's hostel. Dropped Jo off. Yeah fagging marathon though :/ I slept at one something. Cookie slept at four something. And she slept on the floor! Cause she didn't want to wake me up. Aww, how sweet :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm calling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For our love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up, fagging marathon -_- Then Cookie went out for a while. And I was damn bored, and was talking to Nat so I asked her over. She had a hard time looking for the place though. She came over, and I was talking to 'mommy' online (: I LOVE YOU MOMMY (: I miss you so much ): Slacked a little, called a cab, then cabbed to town. Met Sj, went to arcade, then bought movie tickets for Silk. We went to buy snacks cause Cookie brought a bag. So we smuggled snacks in, and a lot of Yakult. The show is nice, not that scary. After the movie, Sj went off. Me, Nat, and Cookie went Spinelli, then took a cab to VivoCity. Bought a lot a lot of food, then went Sky Park to eat. Played in the water, had fun. Nat left like eleven something. Then me and Cookie went to the arcade. Played a little, then me and Cookie went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm finally at home (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I keep spending a lot nowadays :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you cry, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll hold your head up high,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be there by your side,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be your guardian angel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will do the things that I can to light your life and see your smile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it breaks my heart in two..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116197598408907444?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116197598408907444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116197598408907444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116197598408907444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116197598408907444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/through-darkness-and-broken-glassill.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116184295963883394</id><published>2006-10-26T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:09:19.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe you're thinking too much, asshole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;piece of shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll live my life better than your's, fucker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116184295963883394?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116184295963883394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116184295963883394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116184295963883394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116184295963883394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/maybe-youre-thinking-too-much-asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116183684050169979</id><published>2006-10-26T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:06:18.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because, I can see us holding hands &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see us on the country side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting in the grass laying side by side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can be my baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me make you my lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl you amaze me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't gotta do nothin crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See all I want you to do is be my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cookie came over on tuesday night. Cabbed to work with Cookie at around six fifteen am. Reached there, unpacked things, placed them on the carpet. Coached Mayflower Primary yesterday. Coaching was fun, packing was a terror. Fucking stubborn students. I wanted to throw them down. Haha, tried S boarding(?!) quite fun. Matthew thought me how to go down stairs on blades. And her thought me how to do Salom(?!) But my blades are not for Salom(?!) I want to get Salom(?!) skates. Fagged quite a lot though :/ Me and Cookie left at three thirty pm. Cabbed to Harbourfront for Sakae. After eating, I cabbed home, Cookie took bus. Slept at six pm? Cause I was damn tired. Missed work today, cause my sis didn't wake me up when I asked her to. So I woke up at ten something am today. SORRY COOKIE ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I drank a lot of water yesterday and ate a lot of fags)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meeting JosephineChloeOngWeiyu and Sj later (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; my drum's coming on saturday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUDDY I MISS YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116183684050169979?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116183684050169979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116183684050169979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116183684050169979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116183684050169979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/because-i-can-see-us-holding-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116169888952072279</id><published>2006-10-24T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:16:06.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday's photos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_227.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/1600/october_181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_208.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After biting Jo ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_234.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/october_235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116169888952072279?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116169888952072279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116169888952072279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116169888952072279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116169888952072279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterdays-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116161424892341372</id><published>2006-10-23T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T07:40:34.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could surrender my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shed the clothes that became my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out to meet buddy and Jo today. Buddy was late for fifteen minutes and Jo was late for freaking forty minutes :/ Went to walk around and all. Waited for daddy to come to make my atm card. He came, then made it, then he went home. Went Toys'R'Us :D &amp; I'm still deprived of childhood. Got hungry, wanted to eat at Sushi Tei, Vivocity, but couldn't find it. Went harbour, wanted to eat at Sakae, but it was damn crowded. So went Noodle Hut. Ate quite a lot (: Then went back to Vivocity. Went to the Sky Park. Sat down, talked a lot, took pictures then went to walk around again. Went back to Sky Park, sat down at the beach-like thing. Went to play with water, and I threw Jo's slippers to the other side of the beach thingy. Luckily I wasn't wearing slippers. Slacked a litte, then went to buy cakes for mommy and daddy. Cabbed home, and here I am. I need to pack my room later cause my drumset's coming tomorrow! (Okay, my cousin's lending me his drumsets cause he's afraid that I'll lose interest in it really soon) Then I'll buy my own drumset soon (: Gotta go my aunt's place tomorrow for Hari Raya. Then to my cousin's place (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall update photos later. HAPPY DAYYY (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Jo says I'm pretty hahahahaha shit you.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't believe you're such a person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116161424892341372?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116161424892341372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116161424892341372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116161424892341372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116161424892341372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wish-i-could-surrender-my-soulshed.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116161296122102381</id><published>2006-10-22T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T07:16:01.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relax your mind take your time with me&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you deeper if you cry for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's birthday today (: Ordered food cause daddy didn't want to go out. After eating dinner, went church with mom. It wasn't one hour, it was one hour and forty minutes today ): I almost died in church. Then went to Vivo city. I wasn't in the walking-around mood so went home after &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a very short while. And I found this nice place in Vivo city! Went home, ate, went online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You just made me hate you even more. Somehow, I can't believe you're such a person though&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've known you for so long. I thought you were different from others, but I was wrong. &amp; I thought you knew me, you could understand me, but I was wrong, again. You're taking away my friends, you're always taking away my friends. &amp;amp; all I want is to get you out of my life. Carry on with your life, I won't give a single fuck anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyway, I might be meeting Jo tomorrow. She wants to watch movie, but I want to go to Sentosa. Yeah, see you Jo! If possible. Goodnight people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116161296122102381?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116161296122102381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116161296122102381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116161296122102381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116161296122102381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/relax-your-mind-take-your-time-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116143082668734512</id><published>2006-10-21T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:05:08.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And other times I feel like I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went out to meet mom at cityhall, 630pm. went to look at drumsets, and i still prefer the brand Pearl. went to eat a bit, then mom sent me to town. met nat and family, then my mom went off. went to this japanese restaurant for dinner at far east shopping centre. i only ate a litte. it was quite nice. then me and nat went off to bro's house area. i brought my skates though. talked a little, borrowed her skateboard and cabbed to nat's place. when we stepped into her room, we saw a live crab crawling around and nat kept screaming :/ left the crab there cause we didn't dare to touch it. she changed, then we went to skate at like twelve plus one am. buddy came :D just to look for me :D i love you buddy! i missed my buddy a lot, and i finally got to see her. went to have supper, then i had bad stomachache. must be the food :/ and i almost died. &amp;&amp;amp; NAT CAN'T SKATE FOR NUTS hahaha she went straight into the drain. hahaha. then went back to nat's place. bathed, then i went to rest. slept, then buddy had to leave. SORRY BUDDY, i didn't send you off, i was too tired. i woke up at nine plus am cause nat took up a lot, a lot of space. so i didn't want to sleep anymore. went online, saw jo online, so asked her to come over. then yeah it was quite fun. hahaha then i went to sleep. when i woke up i saw maple :/ hahaha then yeah slacked a little then they went town and i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reached home, watched television. it was America's Top Dog. the dogs are super smart. but my dogs? :/ then mommy and sis came home. i prepared dinner. sis went out so had dinner with mom and dad. more like had dinner with mom :/ it was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm talking to C is for Cookie now. maybe going skating later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i feel like drinking :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's daddy birthday! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116143082668734512?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116143082668734512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116143082668734512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116143082668734512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116143082668734512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-i-get-feeling-shes-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116125869268531921</id><published>2006-10-19T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T04:53:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about that situation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All night procrastination &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leading to the point when you lead her to her door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing left there to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess you best be on your way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But before you go you've got to do that chore&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/200/crab.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;i was hungry and i was craving for crabs so i drew it and it made me feel worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/200/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then my friend saw my display picture, so she went to draw a fish to keep my crab company.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/200/starfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;couldn't see the fish when i put as my display picture so i asked her to draw a starfish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="96" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/200/turtle.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she was bored so she drew a turtle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my crab has many friends now, haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/200/bro.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;then i drew this for bro (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/200/waynesean.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;then bro drew this (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love bro, always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116125869268531921?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116125869268531921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116125869268531921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116125869268531921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116125869268531921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-about-that-situation-all-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116123291912871424</id><published>2006-10-19T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:47:19.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or the last thing I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are never coming home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never coming home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could I, should I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my results back and its damn depressing ):&lt;br /&gt;i'm an emo shithead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss seeing bro almost everyday ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the best for your exams bro (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you, always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the things that you nev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er ever told me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never coming home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never coming home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could I, should I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116123291912871424?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116123291912871424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116123291912871424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116123291912871424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116123291912871424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-end-of-world-or-last-thing-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116118516873862846</id><published>2006-10-18T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:26:08.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prints taken on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/1600/neh4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/neh4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/1600/October169.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/October169.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/October170.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/October171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/October173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/1114/320/October177%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116118516873862846?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116118516873862846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116118516873862846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116118516873862846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116118516873862846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/prints-taken-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116117674708783501</id><published>2006-10-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T06:44:00.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home from chalet today, at pasir ris. it was a nice place but it was fucking boring and i kept sleeping. took cab with cookie, dropped her off at eunos, then went home. the uncle went the wrong way so the cab fare was about twenty three bucks. i didn't bring my keys so i rushed home. k no one was home so i fucking waited for four hours outside my house listening to my dogs barking. then my sis came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a fucking bad day but i finally got to talk to bro (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;,&lt;br /&gt;bye elle, i'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didn't i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was my stranger lover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116117674708783501?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116117674708783501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116117674708783501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116117674708783501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116117674708783501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-unashamed-im-gonna-show-my-scar-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116076388155899827</id><published>2006-10-14T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T05:43:57.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was painful to see you in coma&lt;br /&gt;it was painful to see you half paralysed&lt;br /&gt;it was painful to see you trying to grab my hand when you couldn't see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was painful to be by your side &lt;em&gt;just to watch you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;it was painful to feel you turn cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd do anything to get you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been two years and i'm still not over it&lt;br /&gt;the pain is too much.&lt;br /&gt;i miss having you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've been missing you, and i still miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116076388155899827?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116076388155899827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116076388155899827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116076388155899827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116076388155899827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-was-painful-to-see-you-in-coma-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116076071197965155</id><published>2006-10-14T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:35:41.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too many fakers, too many liars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so emo now and i don't know what to do bout it. it has been so long since i cried like this. i'm so stressed and.. sigh i don't know. i don't want to get back my results, i don't want to face another disappointment. and i decided to not stay out today cause i just wanted to come home. everything's so screwed up. there's no one to help me. i just want to fly to australia now and forget bout every single thing here. i've been thinking for the whole day. this place is not where i want to be and i wanna start my life afresh. wayne's not wayne anymore. i'm trying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've made too many mistakes and i know i'll never forgive myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then we'll meet again '&lt;br /&gt;bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116076071197965155?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/feeds/116076071197965155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15171277&amp;postID=116076071197965155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116076071197965155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15171277/posts/default/116076071197965155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waynecwe.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-many-fakers-too-many-liars-im.html' title=''/><author><name>lil wayne</name><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-15171277.post-116071398358192564</id><published>2006-10-13T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T21:34:35.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay since Jo blogged nice things bout me, i shall blog nice things bout her too (haha)&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm meeting Jo sooooooooooooooooooooooooooon and i'm going to scare the hell out of her while watching movie (okay that didn't really sound nice) okay Jo's nice, she's always cheering me up :/ cause i'm so emo. but i'm nicer. i searched for pictures for her and i faxed her a prata cause she was hungry but she didn't receive ): &amp; i still think i'm nicer hahaha. aiya i can't think of anything nice bout her now i shall blog more nice things bout her when i come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is for Jo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stand up with you forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there for you through it all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as a friend k) hahaha i love jo (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-15171277.post-116069715901787876</id><published>2006-10-13T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:52:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sis is such a sucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hahaha eh fucker you're late for school.&lt;br /&gt;sis: eh why didn't you wake me up!&lt;br /&gt;me: EH i was jumping on your bed at 6:30am to wake you up, but you scolded me.&lt;br /&gt;sis: huhhhhhhhhh.. really.. oh okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she went back to sleep :/ tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is for cookie, cookie cookie cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; bro i miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15171277-116069715901787876?l=waynecwe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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