<?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-23949234</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:25:34.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere only we know</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-4581214789532486993</id><published>2007-02-21T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:21:22.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNI HAS MOVED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and I offically proclaim this blog&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll miss you trusty blog  )':&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-4581214789532486993?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/4581214789532486993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=4581214789532486993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/4581214789532486993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/4581214789532486993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/02/anni-has-moved-and-i-offically-proclaim.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-1240392710131381754</id><published>2007-02-16T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:52:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back from vivo. we(sam+i) just got joshua+jonah matching ties! desiree happily gave a random person's email address and told me it was jonah's new one, then i added that and it was some random person. IT WAS EMBARRESSING thankyouverymuch. therefore moral of story, never listen to desiree. ok i'm sad. i can't take this anymore. OH BUT TODAY WAS RATHER FUN. (: i'll post pictures later. (AND there's exclusive picture of SAM, yes really, and me emo-ing!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-1240392710131381754?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/1240392710131381754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=1240392710131381754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/1240392710131381754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/1240392710131381754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-got-back-from-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-6643207303913443782</id><published>2007-02-10T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T15:47:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANNI IS HAPPY!  being sick makes anni HAPPY whoohooo. a bunch of aunties just left. and they brought me FRUITS AND FLOWERS! awwwww. well i'm not dying or anything, but still, i LIKE THE ATTENTION. hurhur. i didn't go to school since wednesday. OHHCRAP i missed PHYZIKS QUIZ. hahahahah. ANDAND, sam+et+josh+ben came over last night IT WAS SO COOL. the bunch of idiots brought me ICECREAM. HELLO I'M SICK PLEASE. but still its the thought that counts. i ended up watching them eat the ice cream while i had PORRIDGE. eeeeeeew. either way, its the thought that counts. ohh now i have a SQUISHY BANANA! courtesy of friends. i love stuffed toys! oh and i had the lamest conversation with kyung tae. i shall tell more about it later, we cannot risk having people know about it already. OHGOSH THIS IS SUCH A RANDOM/DUMB POST, but evs. GO FALLOUTBOYCONCERT xoxo !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-6643207303913443782?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/6643207303913443782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=6643207303913443782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/6643207303913443782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/6643207303913443782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/02/anni-ia-happy-being-sick-makes-anni.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-3863623384925554705</id><published>2007-02-05T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:15:50.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is twelve minutes late, i know. But still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RcYGOMzLf_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ptM85tuNce0/s1600-h/ELJ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RcYGOMzLf_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ptM85tuNce0/s320/ELJ.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027712875029561330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HEART YOU MANY MANY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and i'll bake you cakes, cupcakes, cookies, muffins, brownies, ANYTHING YOU WANT! &lt;3 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-3863623384925554705?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/3863623384925554705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=3863623384925554705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/3863623384925554705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/3863623384925554705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-twelve-minutes-late-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RcYGOMzLf_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ptM85tuNce0/s72-c/ELJ.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-6947953695224744848</id><published>2007-02-03T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:17:39.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RcRvHszLf-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HwPqulD3hKs/s1600-h/AHHHH.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RcRvHszLf-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HwPqulD3hKs/s320/AHHHH.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027265262127906786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A QUIZ YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Single, taken or crushing ?- for you to find out, and for me to let you find out.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy with your life now ?- maybe?&lt;br /&gt;3. When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast ?- depends. actually, i have no clue&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had your heart broken?- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?-never thought of it, but no&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you take someone back if he cheats on you ?-  again, no.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you talked about marriage with another before ?- Yes. (once upon a time i wanted to marry hannah ng+channing tatum+ORLANDO BLOOM+bill gates and john abraham, but now i want to marry wen ying+channing tatum+ORLANDO BLOOM+PETE WENTZ, and more than a dozen other people)&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want children ?- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;9. How many ?- 2. peyton kingston wentz and esmeralda anastasia bloom (:&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you consider adoption ?- i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;11. If someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his feelings ?- i'm not sure. just TELL ME?&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting in relationship ?- yeah if the feeling's there.&lt;br /&gt;13. Be honest, what is the furthest you and your ex did ?- never had one -smiles&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in love at first sight ?- nope.&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you romantic ?- i am a hopeless romantic dude (haha, LOOKY LOOKY, FARAH)&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe you can change someone ?- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could get married somewhere, where would it be ?- depends, orlando and i haven't discussed it yet.&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever broken a heart?- yes, but never because of a boyfriend thing(maybe thats because i've never had one)&lt;br /&gt;19. If one day your best friend falls in love with the guy you're deeply in love with, what would you do?- don't know&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you missing somebody now?- yes, quite a lot. (and its amazing how someone halfway across the world can make you feel so much better. thank you,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-6947953695224744848?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/6947953695224744848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=6947953695224744848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/6947953695224744848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/6947953695224744848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/02/quiz-yay-1.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RcRvHszLf-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HwPqulD3hKs/s72-c/AHHHH.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-4131019258227919120</id><published>2007-01-31T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:54:49.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was supposed to be happy, but now i'm emoing with Nick Lachey's lame song.it scares me that it describes exactly how i feel. i hate you. i really do. and maybe if i keep saying it, one day i'll even believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An empty room can be so deafening, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The silence makes you wanna scream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It drives you crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I chased away the shadows of your name, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And burned the picture in a frame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it couldn't save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And how could we quit something we never even tried, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well you still can't tell me why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We built it up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To watch it fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like we meant nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave and gave the best of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But couldn't give you what you need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You walked away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You stole my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just to find what your looking for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But no matter how I try, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't hate you anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes you hold so tight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It slips right through your hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will I ever understand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your not the person that you used to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The one I want who wanted me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that's a shame but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's only so many tears that you can cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before it drains the light right from your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I can't go on that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so I'm letting go of everything we were,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i need to talk to you. but my life is so pathetic, i can't find the time. and its killing me. i must be the loserestest person ever to exist. gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;3 you're my new emokid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(because i've finally replaced ______)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-4131019258227919120?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/4131019258227919120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=4131019258227919120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/4131019258227919120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/4131019258227919120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-supposed-to-be-happy-but-now-im_31.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-1506496583100657487</id><published>2007-01-27T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:37:49.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ed left yesterday, we went to drop him off. Never thought i would, but now i feel empty inside. I near cried at the airport(i cried later, shut up.) Its so sad. we were friends for so long. Everyone i seem to like eventually leaves. i'm cursed anyway, pictures later. oh yes and ed, if/when you see this, i love you so much. You are the koolest(kat) friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know we'll be more than just a memory &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had om today. i felt like &lt;u&gt; shit &lt;/u&gt; i swear, all in all it wasn't too bad. saw a few people that i haven't seen in a long time. and sam came over. caught up on a lot. missed you a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ together we're just so complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-1506496583100657487?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/1506496583100657487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=1506496583100657487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/1506496583100657487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/1506496583100657487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/01/ed-left-yesterday-we-went-to-drop-him.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-4152373916345159700</id><published>2007-01-22T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:12:38.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I could just make you turn around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;turn around and see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's &lt;strong&gt;so much I need to say&lt;/strong&gt; to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so many reasons why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No, i don't feel much better now either. I still miss you. And i can't seem to set my mind on anything else.But no, i'm happy. So happy I could kill myself, its so unreal. Oh the irony. I'm going crazy. I've been thinking lately, i haven't made any new friends this year, except my classmates. Who are really nice people and i'm an shithole to be such pain to them and yet they are so nice to me. Gosh i hate you. everyone seems to be having fun and all, and i'm stuck here waiting for you. I need to get a life. really. i'm so freaking &lt;em&gt;stupid. &lt;/em&gt;honestly what will become of me. anyway, i like kristy. she is very nice. and i like karen a lot too. and i'd die without sam or e.t. and josh, thank you (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSaSvLn5cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S98U296YBbs/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022809131118486978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSaSvLn5cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S98U296YBbs/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSYb_Ln5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jBw3c28p6y0/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022807091009021330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSYb_Ln5ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jBw3c28p6y0/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KRISTY!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSYcPLn5aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RtGQ3GGdPNk/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022807095303988642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSYcPLn5aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RtGQ3GGdPNk/s320/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSaSvLn5bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jzYZN-S4AOA/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022809131118486962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSaSvLn5bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jzYZN-S4AOA/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSaUfLn5eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XuZAYbMYc7I/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022809161183258082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSaUfLn5eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XuZAYbMYc7I/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSaUPLn5dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pmG1AVwRBcA/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022809156888290770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSaUPLn5dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pmG1AVwRBcA/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;FMB(fried mars bars!) and KAREN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-4152373916345159700?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/4152373916345159700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=4152373916345159700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/4152373916345159700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/4152373916345159700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wish-i-could-just-make-you-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RbSaSvLn5cI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S98U296YBbs/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-7354749611047340961</id><published>2007-01-16T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:34:54.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel shitty and pissed. and veryvery emo. my life is like one big mistake. everything is wrong, and i don't even feel like starting to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a few things i'd like you to know.&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate myself for missing you like this.&lt;br /&gt;2. When i said i didn't want you in my life, i never knew i'd feel so shitty afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't stand living without you here by me, i miss your bad puns, the freakiness, emo days, the way you annoy me. I've been thinking about you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;4. I just want you to know, that i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back, I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and maybe, while i'm at it, i'll just add in(about a completely different person), well, um yeah maybe you'd know who you are, when i said that politeness thing, (i did mean it, but well) i miss not having you in my class. sitting like one seat away from me (ok, could i make this any more d-uh) and yes, now i realise that your presence made a big difference in my life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. and I love sam, for being there for me, &lt;3 girlfriend. and karen and you all, for being there for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-7354749611047340961?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/7354749611047340961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=7354749611047340961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/7354749611047340961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/7354749611047340961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-shitty-and-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-5765007050159916802</id><published>2007-01-08T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T19:31:53.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I OFFICIALLY THINK MY BIRTHDAY RULED. (:&lt;br /&gt; and i'd like to thank everyone for making it happy. I love you, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-5765007050159916802?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/5765007050159916802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=5765007050159916802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/5765007050159916802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/5765007050159916802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-officially-think-my-birthday-ruled.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-6275073577823208938</id><published>2007-01-03T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:54:45.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtvSWatcVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LiDSHbXyBMg/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015724971053117778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtvSWatcVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LiDSHbXyBMg/s320/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtvSmatcWI/AAAAAAAAADE/ejX_QG3nQdo/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015724975348085090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtvSmatcWI/AAAAAAAAADE/ejX_QG3nQdo/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtu8matcQI/AAAAAAAAACU/yFeLBVTmOIQ/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015724597390962946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtu8matcQI/AAAAAAAAACU/yFeLBVTmOIQ/s320/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtu8matcRI/AAAAAAAAACc/XQYOjonznZE/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015724597390962962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtu8matcRI/AAAAAAAAACc/XQYOjonznZE/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtu82atcSI/AAAAAAAAACk/o4GUfshusJM/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015724601685930274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtu82atcSI/AAAAAAAAACk/o4GUfshusJM/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtu82atcTI/AAAAAAAAACs/qQz0ma9_E2I/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015724601685930290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtu82atcTI/AAAAAAAAACs/qQz0ma9_E2I/s320/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtu9GatcUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kctb23CD4HU/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015724605980897602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtu9GatcUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kctb23CD4HU/s320/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtthGatcLI/AAAAAAAAABs/qwe1ZXLPvQE/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015723025432932530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtthGatcLI/AAAAAAAAABs/qwe1ZXLPvQE/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtthGatcMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/toaavkpKQWA/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015723025432932546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtthGatcMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/toaavkpKQWA/s320/DSC00753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtthWatcNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IRd070I_QVk/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015723029727899858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtthWatcNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IRd070I_QVk/s320/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtthWatcOI/AAAAAAAAACE/hluCMOx_csI/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015723029727899874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtthWatcOI/AAAAAAAAACE/hluCMOx_csI/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtthmatcPI/AAAAAAAAACM/69Q90zLKNt4/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015723034022867186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtthmatcPI/AAAAAAAAACM/69Q90zLKNt4/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-6275073577823208938?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/6275073577823208938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=6275073577823208938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/6275073577823208938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/6275073577823208938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtvSWatcVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LiDSHbXyBMg/s72-c/DSC00942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-4355529845109557118</id><published>2007-01-03T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:41:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been the first day of school. and it must have been the worst day of my life. not that you need to know or anything. [insert the 'i hate my life' and all the such here(you do not need to know how i feel about it)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i've been to dubai. the U.A.E is beautiful and the people are gorgeous. i loved it. well, here are the pictures. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZto2GatcDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/786KJqPV-5E/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015717888652046386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZto2GatcDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/786KJqPV-5E/s320/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty hotel on the top of the mountain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtpq2atcEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ij_J1Tg-Hxo/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015718794890145858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtpq2atcEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ij_J1Tg-Hxo/s320/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtpq2atcEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ij_J1Tg-Hxo/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtpq2atcEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ij_J1Tg-Hxo/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtpq2atcEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ij_J1Tg-Hxo/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange dancing people at the global village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beautiful jumeirah beach!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtqk2atcFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aM4F6qZb5yw/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015719791322558546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtqk2atcFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aM4F6qZb5yw/s320/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtqk2atcGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fS0j9BUvaAo/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015719791322558562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtqk2atcGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fS0j9BUvaAo/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtqlGatcHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/N6PfwFZ4Tmc/s1600-h/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015719795617525874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtqlGatcHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/N6PfwFZ4Tmc/s320/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my brother and I. and my pretty feet in the beach!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtrl2atcJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8bOVUGUwxTw/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015720908014055570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtrl2atcJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8bOVUGUwxTw/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtrl2atcKI/AAAAAAAAABE/Nb5E3qRaJKU/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015720908014055586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtrl2atcKI/AAAAAAAAABE/Nb5E3qRaJKU/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtrlmatcII/AAAAAAAAAA0/QRmBqickS3s/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015720903719088258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZtrlmatcII/AAAAAAAAAA0/QRmBqickS3s/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the burj al arab&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-4355529845109557118?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/4355529845109557118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=4355529845109557118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/4355529845109557118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/4355529845109557118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1sSMhwYUPo/RZto2GatcDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/786KJqPV-5E/s72-c/DSC00641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116670250371341474</id><published>2006-12-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T20:01:43.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M LEAVING TOMORROW. I"M MISSING 6 PARTIES INCLUDING SAM'S AND ET'S MY LIFE STINKS. BUT I'M GOING TO DUBAI. THAT BEATS PARTIES. I SO TOTALLY RULE. so...i've not yet made lists. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE? ok fine, i've made three. one for what i want to do, and what i want to bring. now i'm making what i need to buy for people. so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sam- anything thats orange or looks remotely like a netball or basketball. and something exotic.&lt;br /&gt;2) E.T- bubblegum...and a miniature camel.&lt;br /&gt;3) Hanis- something cute.&lt;br /&gt;4) Japna- something PINK!&lt;br /&gt;5) mansi - anything that catches my eye&lt;br /&gt;6) Karen- an elephant or a cobra (don't ask.)&lt;br /&gt;7) something for the batch(LD)/K.T.&lt;br /&gt;8) something for a junior&lt;br /&gt;9) leena and lava deserve something&lt;br /&gt;10)random stuff for other people(miin?...ankita!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) and maybe something for hannah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116670250371341474?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116670250371341474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116670250371341474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116670250371341474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116670250371341474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-leaving-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116590523246716933</id><published>2006-12-12T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:29:28.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling through the door &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flying 'cross the floor&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me suddenly it's clear&lt;br /&gt;You're burning up my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Crazy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be anywhere but here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'M BACK, Y'ALL! (actually i've been back from about 5days already, but thats besides the point) missed me? awww i know you did. all in all i've a had fun trip. ANDDD, i also (finally) have an uber sexy tan line. well i thought there was winter there, but apparently there isn't, maybe the winter is sunny..ok nevermind. basically it was beautiful, i wish i'd lived there. ladeedumdum. the past few days have been ok. rather boring i suppose. well the day i came back, sam+et+joshua+joel+ben+mel came to get me at like 5.30 in the morning. i was rather surprised then we went straight to sam's huge house, where i napped for an hour, then we played uno attack, go fish and water guns(sam has an extensive collection of the hottest water guns), apparently joshypoo has never played go fish before, so i tried to teach him how to, but it didn't work, he didn't get the whole concept of asking the opponents which cards they had. i ended up getting wet, like really wet, but my parents had taken my bags so i wore sam's clothes instead it was a fun day. well, then on friday, i went and hung out at joel's , his mom makes killer brownie! so she made them for us, and we also made MUD PIES! wheee. then we had lunch at this cuban place with sam+joel+ben. i think right, i've become way fat, but they say i didn't but i still think i did. maybe i'd be more attractive if i had an eating disorder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and also, maybe i don't have friends because i'm a failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, i've been meaning to blog about the om group, since they are all such nicenice people! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;The Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a)srishti- she is very on-task, and does everything on time.some times, her laugh is hilarious,it makes me laugh. and she is also extremely clever, i kid you not, when i say clever, i mean clever.(and is a GEP-er)&lt;br /&gt;b)sze min- she is a bit reserved, but i think she is immensely cute, and very nice too! oh and me and kristy tried to threaten her into going to eat sushi, she almost agreed, but then, she decided to leave and go on a holiday.badbad KUNG FU MONKEY. xD (and is also a GEP-er)&lt;br /&gt;c)then there's kristy the &lt;s&gt;cool&lt;/s&gt; who also happens to be the group leader. she is funky, and slightly cuckoo(which is a good thing, ok) and loves coffee! LALALALALA, i like anyone who loves coffee. (and is ALSO GEP-er)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d)then ofcourse there's ANNI!(the one you know and love) laaaadeedumdum.&lt;br /&gt;e) huiqing- she is very fun! and has just returned from korea. well i don't know her much yet, but i hope i will. but as much as i know now, i like her already!&lt;br /&gt;f)there's anky the funky monkey! well, you should know her, duh, she is/was my lab partner! and naturally is a very very good+nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;g) UNKNOWN [member MIA] (i think its chew lin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/1600/639683/DSC00472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/320/754114/DSC00472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; fig.1a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/1600/623488/DSC00483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/320/156270/DSC00483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fig. 1b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/1600/714428/DSC00480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/320/915085/DSC00480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/1600/618106/DSC00482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/320/658913/DSC00482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fig 1c, fig 1d (kristy looks seductive, no?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/1600/608454/DSC00493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/320/301181/DSC00493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/1600/697950/DSC00515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/320/971250/DSC00515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;me+my sexy french manicured nails! i like them even if you don't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so there, LALALALA BUHBYE LOVES.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116590523246716933?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116590523246716933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116590523246716933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116590523246716933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116590523246716933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-falling-through-door-flying-cross.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116471905676362782</id><published>2006-11-28T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:04:16.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a ok day. it wasn't extreme or anything i was reasonably happy the whole day, but now for some reason, i don't feel good anymore. so long for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116471905676362782?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116471905676362782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116471905676362782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116471905676362782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116471905676362782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-was-ok-day.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116471879597275991</id><published>2006-11-28T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:00:52.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the Asserter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the test ! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;you chose AY - your Enneagram type is EIGHT. &lt;p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;"I must be strong"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asserters are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stand up for yourself... and me. &lt;li&gt;Be confident, strong, and direct. &lt;li&gt;Don't gossip about me or betray my trust. &lt;li&gt;Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side. &lt;li&gt;Give me space to be alone. &lt;li&gt;Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me. &lt;li&gt;I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack. &lt;li&gt;When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that's just the way I am. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I Like About Being a Eight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being independent and self-reliant &lt;li&gt;being able to take charge and meet challenges head on &lt;li&gt;being courageous, straightforward, and honest &lt;li&gt;getting all the enjoyment I can out of life &lt;li&gt;supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me &lt;li&gt;upholding just causes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's Hard About Being a Eight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to &lt;li&gt;being restless and impatient with others' incompetence &lt;li&gt;sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it &lt;li&gt;never forgetting injuries or injustices &lt;li&gt;putting too much pressure on myself &lt;li&gt;getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eights as Children Often &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit &lt;li&gt;are sometimes loners &lt;li&gt;seize control so they won't be controlled &lt;li&gt;figure out others' weaknesses &lt;li&gt;attack verbally or physically when provoked &lt;li&gt;take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eights as Parents &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted &lt;li&gt;are sometimes overprotective &lt;li&gt;can be demanding, controlling, and rigid &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Renee Baron &amp; Elizabeth Wagele &lt;p&gt;The Enneagram Made Easy&lt;br /&gt;Discover the 9 Types of People&lt;br /&gt;Harper&lt;a href="http://henrygrey.eu/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;SanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You liked the test? so please don't forget to &lt;b&gt;RATE&lt;/b&gt; it...&lt;br /&gt;but remember! it had only &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; questions!!! ;-) &lt;p&gt;you wanna know MORE?&lt;br /&gt;so check out, what &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=gb&amp;q=Enneagram+Eight&amp;amp;btnG=Google-Suche&amp;meta" target="_new"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; found &lt;!--&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eight_(Enneagram" target="_new"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; says --&gt;about your type...&lt;br /&gt;or do you prefer to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="usertext"&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/comments?mode=edit&amp;amp;id=9872769248634057572" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/submit_button_addacomment.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="400" color="#aaeeaa" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not completely happy with the result?!&lt;br /&gt;You chose AY &lt;p&gt;Would you rather have chosen: &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=6711512663497470889&amp;category=11" target="_new"&gt;BY &lt;/a&gt;(FOUR) &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=6711512663497470889&amp;amp;category=7" target="_new"&gt;CY &lt;/a&gt;(SIX) &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=6711512663497470889&amp;category=14" target="_new"&gt;AX &lt;/a&gt;(SEVEN) &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=6711512663497470889&amp;amp;category=13" target="_new"&gt;AZ &lt;/a&gt;(THREE) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/986/276/9872769248634057572/mt1117662040.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116471879597275991?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116471879597275991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116471879597275991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116471879597275991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116471879597275991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/asserter-thanks-for-taking-test-you.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116446335920929174</id><published>2006-11-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:02:40.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i went to the library with et, and then to the converse fair! it was so COOL! i got myself converse shirts for like only 25-30dollars and shorts! and i was like OMGOSH. et got herself a jacket and these few shirts and shorts too. it was lots of fun! then i saw these really awesome basketball jersey things, and i was reminded of SHARLENE! then i thought of getting her this HOTHOTHOT red, black and white jersey, to match her (sexy)basketball shoes since i owe her a present. but then i realised that i didn't know what size to get and all and i didn't know if she even wanted one in the first place. i think ask her and get one, i would have gotten one for myself, but a)i don't play basketball b)its sleeveless c)i don't have any reason to be wearing it anywhere d)its useless to me but evs. if i don't need it, i can get it for someone who can wear it. haha. anyway, then me and et slacked it was LOTSLOTSLOTS of fun! and we're meeting again tomorrow with sammy-poo! anyway, then just now, i was throwing out stuff when i found a postcard. and it reminded me of my tablemates(the ex) so i decided to keep it as a memory kind of thing, actually instead of throwing out all my letters, i kept all of them, mummy wasn't too happy about it, but evs. so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/1600/901842/Scan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="288" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/320/790554/Scan1.jpg" width="374" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the below is practically useless, you may stop reading here, if you haven't yet (: following is a conversation i had with et after eating lots of cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't believe my lips are still stained.&lt;br /&gt;ET: wipe it with a towel? or top it off with clear gloss and you'd be onto something...&lt;br /&gt;Me: not funny&lt;br /&gt;ET: my mom always complains why her make up doesn't stay on that long. maybe we should start a makeup company for added income. We can sell cherries!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Brilliant! We'll make everything ourselves using all natural ingredients. and then we can get ourselves on television to promot our new line of cosmetics and-&lt;br /&gt;ET: are you kidding? you really think its a good idea, or are you just making fun of me&lt;br /&gt;Me: no, i'm serious&lt;br /&gt;Et: we'll call it 'homebody'. you know because our 'body' products will be made from 'home'.[insert weird hand gestures and facial expressions, to emphasize, just in case i didn't get how genius her suggestion was]&lt;br /&gt;Me: maybe the name should be more glamorous?&lt;br /&gt;Et: i think its all about catchy and clever. Me: but there is nothing catchy about Maybelline, Dior or Clarins. AND, they're doing a little better than Hard Candy and Urban Decay, don't you think? (teasing)&lt;br /&gt;Et: maybe this whole thing is stupid, we don't even know how to make cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHH, thats what the internet is for&lt;br /&gt;Et: d'you think sam will like it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: we'll MAKE her like it! [insert evil laughter that goes something like 'nyahnyahnyah']&lt;br /&gt;Et: kay&lt;br /&gt;Me: WE'RE GONNA BE RICH!!!!11!!&lt;br /&gt;ET: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;but we already are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for some reason i found this hilarious. anyway, we're meeting tomorrow to make our make up(more like waste time) ! YAYE! i have a feeling that this is going to end up as nothing much, but EVS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116446335920929174?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116446335920929174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116446335920929174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116446335920929174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116446335920929174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-went-to-library-with-et-and.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116411410099222756</id><published>2006-11-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:01:41.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/1600/913235/DSC00440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/320/925841/DSC00440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/1600/87849/DSC00441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2148/2480/320/150780/DSC00441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO OK, what i've done recently. i've been to a lot of people's houses. and sam's house has indeed become my second home. well, its nice to know that i finally have a life. yaye me! anyway, yesterday was class outing, it was rather fun. actually it wasn't really a CLASS outing, more like half the class outing thing because some people are overseas, and some are plain lazy. well, first we all met up, then split but met each other in the middle sometime. me, hanis(+hanna) japna, liqi, val, jiya, ama and audrey went off together but after a while, ama and audrey split up but we met again later to go for the strange teacup ride. and then they left again. OHOHOH, and i proudly proclaim, i sat on the ride i never dared to sit on before and realised that it wasn't all that scary! although the whole class wasn't there, it was still fun. also, we managed to get ourselves really wet and i had to go home in wet clothes. all in all, i had fun wasting time. then later i successfully made it home from so far far away from my house. i was so proud of myself, really and pics! well, just two for now because blogger is painfully slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116411410099222756?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116411410099222756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116411410099222756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116411410099222756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116411410099222756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-ok-what-ive-done-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116368756764380065</id><published>2006-11-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:32:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--ME AND MICHELLE AND VANESSA! PRISCILLA+ME! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00298.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00298.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00296.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00296.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US + Amanda, Karen, Yi-an!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116368756764380065?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116368756764380065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116368756764380065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116368756764380065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116368756764380065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-and-michelle-and-vanessa.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116368692819636165</id><published>2006-11-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:22:09.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00287.jpg"&gt;went out with joel today. we hung out at vivo for the fun of it, after that went to meet mummy outside to accompany her at shopping it was fun actually didn't expect it to be. anyway, PICS! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEEPA RAYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr teo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-E-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROGER'S CUTE BRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, the epic battle of ben and derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me+ashimama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falee, jia xin, ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derek the great and thats wen fei's back!(in blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and faleeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp re:act! YEAHYEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WE WENT TO EAT SUSHI! twas fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; US+the fac!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116368692819636165?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116368692819636165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116368692819636165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116368692819636165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116368692819636165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-out-with-joel-today.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116341526476108936</id><published>2006-11-13T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:54:24.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I demand that you watch this and tell me you love the song(the vid ain't really good but evs) ITS MINE+SAM'S FAVE SONG! YAYYEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"&lt;br /&gt;value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qW7G4tVwXOw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode"&lt;br /&gt;value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qW7G4tVwXOw"&lt;br /&gt;type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425"&lt;br /&gt;height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116341526476108936?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116341526476108936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116341526476108936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116341526476108936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116341526476108936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-demand-that-you-watch-this-and-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116325586238756815</id><published>2006-11-11T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anni feels chipper today! she has gone to unity for deepa raya, met ex6C people, had fun, taken pictures, ran about in the rain playing ball, gotten wet(and caught a cold+has a fever) then gotten home and gone to watch a movie with the family+family friends!. therefore she has nothing much to complain about. SO SHE IS RATHER HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics will come in later, because stupid blogger takes eons to upload augh. ANYWAY TOODLES. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116325586238756815?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116325586238756815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116325586238756815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116325586238756815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116325586238756815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/anni-feels-chipper-today-she-has-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116313713244519130</id><published>2006-11-10T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:38:55.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think i should password lock my blog. yeah. or just move. or delete this or something. i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;also, just so you know, I hate you, i really do. You're a liar, yes that's what you are. I don't know how i'll stand you anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116313713244519130?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116313713244519130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116313713244519130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116313713244519130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116313713244519130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-i-should-password-lock-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116265297542470222</id><published>2006-11-04T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:37:21.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i shall pretend that everyone will be reading this because i'm a weird person who thinks everyone loves me although i know half(or more) of the world can't stand me. so there. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never really know what you've got, till its gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/3 div 108&lt;&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abigail&lt;/em&gt;; well, never got to you, but great having you as a classmate and being in 108(by the way, everyone in 108 is cool, so you are too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;amelia&lt;/em&gt;; you're funny at times and real sweet! yaye ame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ankita&lt;/em&gt;; anky the funky monkey! my very cool and clever lab partner. thank you so very much for always being there for me and forever reminding me to do/bring things. i owe you lots! and i'll treasure all the fun times i've had with you. :D ANDDD, so that you know, i can totally speak bangla, i tell you, although my accent is rather rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anni&lt;/em&gt;; YEAHYEAHYEAH THATS ME! well, i shall be an ego idiot-&gt; i would like to thank myself for being a bum and all. yes, i know i appreciate myself. and i also know that i rule like that UHUHUHUH. haha, sorry, ignore all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;audrey&lt;/em&gt;; ahh, ODDrey![you're too tall for your own good ok] ohh and thankies so much for being real nice to me and asking me how i was whenever i was absent for school xD and also for all the fun i've had with you! &lt;33&gt;tian yuan&lt;/em&gt;; BRUCE BAI! for all the times you put up with my crap, i give you a &lt;3&gt;carissa&lt;/em&gt;; thnk you for being such a pleasant classmate! i heard you spin a pen well. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;charlotte&lt;/em&gt;; you're so CUTE. be your outrageous self and thanks for all the fun i've had with you stay cool! YAYE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;liqi&lt;/em&gt;; TABLEMATE(the ex)!oh gosh, i love you so so so much. don't know what i'd do without you, darling i'll treasure all that you've done for me forever and ever, its amazing how you put up with all my crap throughout lessons, and even occasionally entertain me! oh yes, i will correction tape away all my worries! friends always&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ruimin&lt;/em&gt;: girl, you're real funky! and talking to you is ever so funny+amusing and ofcourse you are chio too! haha&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;constance&lt;/em&gt;; oh you horny girl, you=very interesting+entertaining to talk to. stay that way, LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deanna&lt;/em&gt;; DEEEEEANNA! my gossip partner! you're real funz to bitch with[and you also walk like a gorilla] : D stay like that, lots of love yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruojun&lt;/em&gt;; you're a great artist and a very good actress. YAYE YOU! thanks for all the laughs impersonating peoople (girls, ares yous alrights girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hamizah&lt;/em&gt;; you were my only friend at the very beginning of the year in 108, thanks for all that you've done, darling. you=great. friends forever, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hanis&lt;/em&gt;; well, there is so much about you i never knew existed before.[quote: all the things i thought you'd never know about me, were the things i guess you always understood] thanks for all the times+fun we've had together and for all the times you've been by me, even when i was too pissy to be true/uber emo. I really hart you so much. Friends for life, you don't even know how wonderful you are, or the joy you bring to my life, bestie! ( you're also, most prob one of the on;y things that can make me feel better, besides my coffee xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hannah&lt;/em&gt;; well. Thank you for all the chocolate and fmb and everytime you entertained me and put up with me emo-ing(well, you never really put up with it, you more like complained some more, but evs). All the encouragement you've given me means a lot to my life(i might even forgive all that abuse and insult from you :D) and just so you know &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're still the only emokid i'd love&lt;/span&gt; (although, you aren't even that emo...&lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;japna&lt;/em&gt;; YOU WOMAN. i owe you loads, really. you=funky and really cool(well in a personality way, otherwise, you=nerd nyahnyah) all the things you've helped me with means a lot. i need you so very much. You are a Really Good Friend. so, thank you. (:&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;em&gt;jovenna;&lt;/em&gt; i never got to know you either, well you make excellent props and art things. &lt;3&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;em&gt;rachel lee&lt;/em&gt;; wellllllllll YOU, for one have been absent for so so so long, i barely got to talk to you, but anyway, music things with you was very enjoyable. thanks a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lena;&lt;/em&gt; hello girlfriend! well, you've been very nice to me and you are very fun! i've enjoyed having you as a classmate so so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;liqing&lt;/em&gt; ; you are so skinny mann!!! haha, &lt;3 align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boon yi&lt;/em&gt;; BUN BUN! you are so adorable and are my number one ah lian! i lurbbx euu beeg beeg worhx! euu totallie rulezx babiiex. (++neos with you are fun! haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shi tian&lt;/em&gt;; oh the drama, you. and SO MATURE RIGHT. had lots of fun with you, and lit peetee. YAYE! you are like so bimbo, it is like so funny, like so totally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;valerie&lt;/em&gt;; you overgrown hamster! thank you for the countless laughs. talking to you is very delightful, and you also always make me smile, blurr pok! (: hartz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wei ying; omgosh, you are real cool, really. and not to forget so very um, UNIQUE(with your swearing thing) it was very nice having you as a classmate and friend. working with you was always enjoyable(and i so saw you in a SKIRT yeahhh) haha, lots of love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yu jia&lt;/em&gt;; your man impersonation is way hilarious! and you are very very helpful too! with homework and all on msn! haha. thank yoU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sylvia&lt;/em&gt;; OHHH SYLVIA! you=great+cool+look dao+nice+RESPONSIBLE+guai+always helpful. thanks for all the help, with homework, peetees or anything at all that i've asked from you, you were always there to help! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiya&lt;/em&gt;; JIYAAA, i totally know that you love me and kiss my picture everynight! thank you for all the fun and laughter. you are totally whacked, and that makes you SPESHUL yeah. rock on! (yeah i totally like you too &lt;3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shi ting&lt;/em&gt;; YAYE SCIENCE REP! thanks for all your patience and all. YOU WERE GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wen yi&lt;/em&gt;; lit peetee was wonderful with you. your effort and everything has made it possible also, lots of &lt;3 align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ama&lt;/em&gt;; AMA! you are an excellent friend and have been so nice to me throughout the year, i really appreciate it, thank you so much. all the help i've gotten from you has been very meaningful to me(i hope this makes sense) i'm really grateful. LOVES YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xinping&lt;/em&gt;; you are REAL CUTE haha. and a wonderfullistic friend. HAVE HAD SO MUCH COOLNESS WITH YOU. and also, just so you know, you make an excellent geek/nerd! &lt;33333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rachgan&lt;/em&gt;; rachel! you're so nice and hilarious too, for all the times you've made me laugh, &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sakina&lt;/em&gt;; DORA! you draw so well, i even have a picture of the thing you drew on my hand! you are also so fun and adorable! thank you for your friendship! you also make an excellent imam, like during the EOYS! you BLESS me haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;siti;&lt;/em&gt; thank you so much v.chair! you've helped so much and have been great, thanks for supporting me and being such a great friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feibi&lt;/em&gt;; FEIBI! you're very nice! really i mean it, and you've got a great sense of humor! &lt;3&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chern hwee&lt;/em&gt;; and chern hwee. YOU EGO PIG! you've always made life enjoyable with your amazing story telling skeelz! thank you for being there for me and accompanying me, although we do have some REALLY MAJOR DIFFERENCES, i hope you forgive me. all in all, you've been wonderful. thank you &lt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The times that we've had was a valuable thing, now we've watched it fly by as the pendulum swung.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/23949234-116265297542470222?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116265297542470222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116265297542470222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116265297542470222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116265297542470222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-shall-pretend-that-everyone-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116255560290587870</id><published>2006-11-03T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:06:42.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HELLO! So, school has ended. And had OM auditions today. it was so funny. well (in alphabetical order) ankita+anni(yeah thats me)+hanis+hannah+japna+sharan+srishti were in the same group thing and we did performance, and then when they got us to do technical thing, our structure crumbled about 2seconds after it was constructed. (= we so rulez! haha. overall it was ok i guess. but i bet i won't get it. because unlike the rest, i didn't have anything 'special' to show. i feel stupes. BUT ITS OK i can always do normal rs! anyway. YESTERDAY RIGHT, was drama night! YAYE! ohhhhohhh i have picture&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00261.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s i tell you, squek looks like WHOAMYGOSH with her cool hair spiked up! haha. i+hanis like &lt;3&gt; and then came back to school, where i tried to copy down songs on the board while it played and tried to beat it. then it was hanis' turn. i swear, i am so much better at it than her! ahaha IN YOUR FACE WOMAN. then the 107ers came into our class, some class matter thing they were upset about, it was really sad, upsetting lee like that, but they solved it in the end, so thats good. and in the middle hannah came in and insulted/abused me like she does all the time &lt;s&gt;i'm not sure i appreciate it anymore, but there was once a time i didn't really mind but she is nice although she pisses me off like that. &lt;/s&gt;then karen(my love) came and we went out (again!) it was cool! then again karen is cool(oh she shouldn't see this, her head will swell.) and then drama night, which was fun, like i mentioned before. [SQUEK OMG!] oh and pictures from before! haha oh andand and halloween was FUNFUNFUN! yeahhh i went around with danette+june! and we got LOTSA CANDY! we were like goth, wayyy fun. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00259.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00259.0.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/DSC00252.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/DSC00252.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats nabihan,  whose tooth dropped--&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;anyway! i decided that since this is like the end of the year and all. i'll thank a few people(from 108) for being my friend and all that stuff and how i'd miss them if they're not to be in the same class as me. and i mean it really BUT LATER (= haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116255560290587870?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116255560290587870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116255560290587870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116255560290587870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116255560290587870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-so-school-has-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-116178580273798321</id><published>2006-10-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:16:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! so i haven't posted in eons. well the last few days were fun. i bet tomorrow after the results, i'll most prolly be grounded for lfe(yes my exams were that bad). yesterday was a lot of fun and all, OHOHOHOH. I've got sexy nails! and i've also got a tigger tattoo, i know, i'm so cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[its been half an hour, the pictures aren't uploading, stupid blogger.   i'm pissed. i don't want to blog. goodnight]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-116178580273798321?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/116178580273798321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=116178580273798321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116178580273798321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/116178580273798321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-so-i-havent-posted-in-eons.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115953366669164270</id><published>2006-09-29T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:48:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They say that weirdness starts with family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Now that's food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;Does it really?&lt;br /&gt;Let me see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a father who is tone-deaf (I am so sorry Daddy. BUT THAT SONG DID IT. oh, my ears.) and has a delayed reaction time of five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIG. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SETTING: Dining Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: (using laptop)...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (walks to kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (scavenges around for food)&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (makes milo)&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (takes milo and walks out of kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Oh, hi Anni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have a mother who changes the subject at the most random moments without even batting an eyelid. She also thinks that most men nowadays are sissified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIG. 2A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SETTING: COLD STORAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (runs over very very happily) Mummmy, guess what! Daddy said that he would get me that book I was asking for!&lt;br /&gt;Mumsy: Aiyo. This queue is SO slow.&lt;br /&gt;(Proceeds to walk away from me without even acknowledging my presence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIG. 2B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SETTING: In the car by the zebra crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Man saunters in a gay sort of way across the zebra crossing)&lt;br /&gt;Mumsy: (frustrated sigh) Men nowadays. NO BALLS I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (O.O) WHAT TH-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have a uber-good-friend who is willing to forage through Amazonian rainforests, chop her way through the thick undergrowth, forde slushy swamps and live out in the wilderness. Yet she screams at the sight of a beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIG. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SETTING: At West Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: (talk about how going through the Amazon sucked but was uber cool anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whoa. That's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;June: Haha. Thanks. But crossing the rivers was pretty OH MY GOD IS THAT A BEETLE SHITSHITSHIT AHHHHHHH GET IT AWAY QUICK HURRYHURRYHURRY DAMNIT DON'T BRING IT NEAR ME STUPID @#$%^&amp;amp; AUGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have a friend who wears (his) girl(friend)'s t-shirts and proudly parades around his house in them. He then takes a picture of himself (courtesy of said girlfriend, though somewhat reluctantly) for keepsake (or rather to annoy me).&lt;br /&gt;FIG 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SETTING: His room (where the computer is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Hello, Anni. {nickname deleted to preserve &lt;s&gt;sanity&lt;/s&gt; safety.}&lt;br /&gt;Me: (busy playing a game) Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Hey, look at this! (brandishes camera phone with his picture on it)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (squints) That's one heck of a tight shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Yup. It's my girlfriend's. (wide grin)&lt;br /&gt;Me: O.O *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(other reasons were not put up on this blog to protect my family's and friend's humility and my sanity.)&lt;br /&gt;Hey. So it does start with family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;Now how about that. I have a valid reason to be weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NOW YOU SHALL ALL FEAR ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115953366669164270?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115953366669164270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115953366669164270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115953366669164270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115953366669164270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/09/they-say-that-weirdness-starts-with.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115936853043172382</id><published>2006-09-27T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:48:50.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! so i feel like blogging.so yesterday was fiona's birthday. and i haven't gotten her a present, i so suck. cuz she got me a prada bag for my birthday! so when i got the time today, i went looking through the mags for interesting things to get her for the fun of it. actually i wanted to search for bags, but i kind of digressed and so instead at looking at bags, i ended up looking at the prade runway collection 06!(of which the first 8 outfits are a rather huge letdown, they are downright ugly, please. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/00030m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/00030m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;------Charlotte Di Calipe looks a tad bit weird with the gloves and all, the shoes are hideous. and i'm not too big a fan of the grey leggings. but she acually still looks nice, compared to the few of the others from the first 12. I find jessica stam the best looking person from the whole runway thing. she looks nice in whatever she wore! YAY JESSICA! (and gemma ward is pretty too!)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/00150m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/00150m.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;all in all, the prada collection wasn't THAT fantastic. i liked the Oscar de la Renta complete collection wayyy better. it was very very nice! honestly!&lt;br /&gt;and i like this dress loads, i don't know why! but is rather elegant i think, jacquetta wheeler's dress looks beautiful (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/00750m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/00750m.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;THIS DRESS SPEAKS TO ME. (although i'd look like crap in it, I STILL LOVE IT!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/00110m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/00110m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and some emporio armani love! he makes the most gorgeous clothes, i swear. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/00670m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/00670m.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;---these are so nice!! really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(only if i fit into them, of which the possibilities are close to nil)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And if THIS ain'y pretty, i don't know what is. i WANT WANT WANT WANT.--------&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/caroline%20amaral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/caroline%20amaral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;by the way, caroline amaral totally rockz! and i love what she wears!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and so i conclude the evening of random bimbo-ness. but really. it was fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115936853043172382?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115936853043172382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115936853043172382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115936853043172382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115936853043172382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-so-i-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115899547194307120</id><published>2006-09-23T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:11:11.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i am the emo queen. i feel like killing people. and i don't feel like blogging, so there.goodbye bloggykins, till i feel like writing here again. oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115899547194307120?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115899547194307120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115899547194307120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115899547194307120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115899547194307120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-i-am-emo-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115847236135461498</id><published>2006-09-17T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:52:41.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't been blogging regularly. i feel guilty. i shall not blog too much anymore. anyhow, i will tell you about my week thus far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;monday-----&gt; was normal i guess. handed up philo pt i think mine was way badly done! -dies-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tuesday-----&gt;stayed back with karen and sarayoo for the fun of it. we acted the 'Miracle worker' because we felt like it. we actually wanted to do tartuffe, but the clever sarayoo forgot to bring the book. overall tuesday was ok. and hannah gave me chocolate because she is nice. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wednesday--&gt; i can't really remember what happened. i think i rushed off home after school. to go home. then my mother had a brilliant idea that she wanted to go for a facial. so she did. i accompanied her. but chickened out and ran away. spent the time at the library and called melissa-lim to come and accompany me until she was done. THEN WE BOUGHT FUNKY BLACK SHADES FOR THE LOVE OF HIS HIGHNESS, LUKAS ROSSI!(who by the way, won rockstar! i love it! ahhhh so the &lt;33333)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thursday-------&gt; i got the Tartuffe book, and i was like rushing to try to memorise my lines. it was crazy. really. but i guess we didn't have to memorise it by that day. i am such a luzzer. i also gave out chocolate to people &lt;s&gt; because i am so charitable and all &lt;/s&gt;. i gave my fellow bus commuters chocolate too! (ashima, yu tan, wen fei cuz they take the bus with me in the morning! and the cute guy who also take the bus with me every morning, he is like in primary school ok! small dude. not big dude) and i also gave seniors chocolate(by the way, someone told me it is bad to do that, on which i will comment further later) and i gave one teacher chocolate too! i am so NICE NICE NICE NICE. sorry, i just had to compliment myself &lt;s&gt; because its true ok! xD &lt;/s&gt; anyway. then i DIDN'T EAT IN SCHOOL WHOOP! yes the thing i wanted to comment on, someone said that...you know what, i am too &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; hurt to say what she said because it was hurtful, but evs, IF THEY THINK THAT WAY, I SHAN'T DO IT THEN i shall never give seniors anything anymore. )=. so you can go to karen's blog and read her entry on THURSDAY, 14th SEPTEMBER ( = oh and i gave hannah chocolate to repay her kindness. (= YES I RULE! and during ld, i had to act the dorine part because darlling ashimama chose not to turn up, i was PATHETIC ok. i feel like a bigfatass. )= i think everyone was like laughing at me after the thingum. boooooohooooooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;friday--&gt; was uber funz! in school it was ok i guess. nothing too fun. Oh i spray painted my D&amp;T thingum, i am actually quite proud of it. but i bet if anyone else saw it, they would call it rubbish. BUT IT AIN'T, &lt;s&gt; they just don't understand art, hehe. &lt;/s&gt; but still i think it doesn't look THAT bad. AND THEN HORH, after school i went out with miin and sarah, first we went to bukit panjang plaza, to eat sushi, unfortch the place seemed too weird and they wouldn't people in uni in or something? so we went to lot1! it was so fun (except the bit where i got lost in the lrt, no thanks to miin, mean BUM.) we had the buffet! and like it was hilarious, we didn't know if we could start right after ordering, but we did, after miin reassured us that we could, APPARENTLY MIIN LIKE THAT WEIRD SALMON THING. sarah and i think that it tasted weird and it felt like you are eating a tongue and stuff. but we wouldn't know how a tongue would feel like in your mouth? UNLIKE MIIN. and then me and sarah poked fun at her. WE ATE SO MUCH SUSHI THAT WE GOT BLOATED AND COULD EAT NO MORE. then right, we got our udong, it was so fat and stuff and a weird colour and thanks to SOMEONES dirty thoughts, we couldn't eat it properly, and we decided that we wouldn't eat it anymore. until miin pointed out that we were charged a wayy lot for food wastage, so we came up with LOTSA ideas on how to get rid of it, WE poured the soup down the hot water thing. and then put all the noodled into miin's bowl she didn't even notice it till we told her that we did that, and she ate it up and ate her weird cold green noodles in black sauce. it was all in all a cool experience! i've got pics. which i will update later OH IT WAS SO MUCH FUN! then i went home before them, cuz i had to get home. i was like 49 minutes late to get home. i was suposed to be home by 4.30. cuz i had keyboard/piano at 5.30/6. but the schupid peeeeahno teacher decided to be late. she arrived at like 6.45? it was so annoying. then after that, i went out to eat AGAIN! cuz it was my mother's birthday. we went to this posh italian place in holland v.! it RULED then we went to KFC because my idiot brother as always, wanted to go there. we bought him MORE FOOD. even after eating all that italian stuffs oh by the way, the STICKY TOFFEE PUDDING RULEZ! but does not beat marmalade pantry! HAH. but he couldn't finish. so i ate it. i felt like a total blob. really. anyway it was fun! FUN FUN &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BURFDAY MUMSY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anywayz i gotta go. oh i just realise that tomorrow---&gt; Ew school ew school ew schooooool = do homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that is so uncool. toodles. and i lubs lukas rossi muchly. (= &lt;333333333333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115847236135461498?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115847236135461498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115847236135461498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115847236135461498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115847236135461498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-havent-been-blogging-regularly.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115798131058044369</id><published>2006-09-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:28:30.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.I deserve to be ranked the worst classchair in the history of classchair people. but i don't want me to. I'm sorry. I'm such a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. What if i stink in math even after putting in effort. I can't fail math. I don't do failing.And i've never failed it before. I can't fail now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I don't want to just 'get along' with the people i know. but I have seriously have a flawed character and i am a B.U.M. and I'm a rubbish person in general, so I can't see why anyone'd want to more-than-'get along' with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.Anni Chowdhury, where on earth is you discipline. You have absolutely no self-restraint, you're not supposed to be blogging now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. I am slacking in my studies. I am going to do badly, but I am not doing anything about it. And I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. My doctor is pissed at me, for not putting in effort in his rubbish-wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. I don't like not being needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8.But i am a rubbish friend. a very very bad one. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9.I think I am too annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10.I want many things. But all for the wrong reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. I am far too idiotic and i laugh at others too much. I am dumb and i can't do anything properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12.I talk too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. I should learn to shut up more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. I still don't like myself and I don't think anyone else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. I AM GOING TO START PUTTING IN MORE EFFORT IN MY WORK NOW. AND I WILL NOT GO ONLINE TONIGHT AS A PUNISHMENT FOR ALL MYY FLAWS.(which are plenty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I DESERVE TO DIE&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/23949234-115798131058044369?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115798131058044369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115798131058044369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115798131058044369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115798131058044369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115746670054140751</id><published>2006-09-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:31:40.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHA so today, i went to meet karen at bishan library. and i was like half an hour late. i thought she would kill me, but SHE DIDN'T. its amazing, the things i get away with ahah. then we went to eat, karen claims that my clothes made me look like a rich kid? which is like totally untrue, i didn't ok! then we bought food, and i was like eating and the chicken from my burger fell out. i ended up eating it seperately and karen found it Amusing for some reason. then AHHH ITS TOO LONG and and then we went to the library, and were our weird selves. well basically it was FUN! i don't have time to write the whole thing...TATA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115746670054140751?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115746670054140751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115746670054140751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115746670054140751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115746670054140751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahaha-so-today-i-went-to-meet-karen-at.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115725492743070925</id><published>2006-09-03T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T11:42:09.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be going to my uncle's grave later. I don't know why, but it brings back too many memories. Just like they say, you never really know how much someone means to you until they're gone. I never got to tell him how important he was to me, but its too late for regrets. But I hope he knows, that he is dearly missed. At least i got to see him before he went. Now, exactly a year later, it seems that the wound from his loss is yet to heal. I still miss him, well, who would forget someone you spent a lot of your childhood with? He taught me to write, read, and even speak properly. I practically lived with him since i was 1yearold, all the times i spent in his cabin while i was on ship..  Well, it stills tears me apart.  I just hope he is in a better place now, and may god bless him forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;-In loving memory of my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[on a lighter note, i managed to get a picture and an autograph from Mr Raymond Lim at the mendaki thing yesterday. IN YOUR FACE WEI YING!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115725492743070925?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115725492743070925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115725492743070925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115725492743070925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115725492743070925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/09/ill-be-going-to-my-uncles-grave-later.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115701829293775642</id><published>2006-08-31T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:58:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y'all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok, so i haven't blogged for 3 days. haha ok. sorry. and ok. So, my life in these 3 days have been ok. nothing special or interesting. Today, i arrived at school as per normal. EXCEPT HANIS CAME LATER THAN ME. HAH. ( oh And and and while walking to blockJ, me ashima and yu tan were being paranoid about stepping on frogs, cuz it was raining) anyway. then we were like bla bla. then hanis comes and gives out chocolate and marshmallows! YAY! then i go to karen's class, then steal one of her cookies. then i make her come to my class then i chase her back to her class. ok so maybe that was mean lah but then, me and hanis go to the malay room to keep the stuff and then go to Ms Ong's locker to give her hanis's review pt(cuz she the bozo, went and printed it out on recycled paper, and it wasn't accepted) then we gave her our prezzies! and we were gonna go to the other teacher's places upstairs so we did. but we were calling, then they didn't pick up. So we wanted to go and give seniors chocolate ( OH AND HANIS TOLD ME TO GIVE MELLY MARSHMALLOWS AND CHOCOLATE FROM HER, BUT I KINDA DIDN'T CUZ I DIDN'T SEE HER. AND I STILL HAVE THEM..) but we were late, so instead, we ran to the KS Chee. WHere i stood infront cuz Ms Mariette Ong said that since i wasn't enthusiastic normally during aces day thing. i had to lead the class. and SO I DID! ahaha it was fun then after aces daya, hanis, japna and ankita left me to my misery but then i sat with wei ying rachgan and xinping. then we were gonna watch but the stupid laptop was screwed so we didn't and wei ying told stories instead and we made one word stories and bla bla to keep occupied, then quite a few of us started playing murderer. and we were playing for quite a while, and then we played concentration, but then a P.I.T stopped us. it was so sad. then i started to talk to vidya. she is quite funny then karen comes, and we talk rubbish we also go out to refill my water bottle.(SIRIUZLY) and then we talk talk talk, then the sec3s SING! yay! but we couldn't hear cuz the thing was screwed, then hannah comes to the front where me and vidya and karen were, and for some reason she got mad at me/us. and she goes away later. yes it was abrupt, BUT THEN, when it ends, i go for ex co meeting, it was quite a hassle finding the people OMGOSH in the end it was ok lah. we had ex co with 102 and Ms ong. it was ok. then bla bla bla. we went to unity. (= then i went to the airport. and i didn't go for elds. i feel mean and bad. i should have gone. but my cuzzin came, so i went to receieve her. SHE CAME ALONE OK. all the way from UK. (= happy! anyway. i shall go entertain her now. goodbye. YAY! I &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115701829293775642?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115701829293775642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115701829293775642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115701829293775642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115701829293775642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-teachers-day-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115676346771454612</id><published>2006-08-28T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:11:23.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Choc. olate Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/chocolate-ice-cream.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dramatic. Powerful. Flirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST HAD TO ADD THAT. ((((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Drama Queen!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/drama-queen.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congratulations, you should win the Oscar for performance of the year!You're the type of girl who everyone knows - and loves or hatesYou always speak your mind, going for a some shock value if necessaryDramatic, yes - but it also almost always gets you what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt;Are You a Drama Queen?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey don't blame me. Its amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Wear Black Lipstick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatshadeoflipstickshouldyouwearquiz/black.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Confident, dramatic, and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Your look: Gothic beauty&lt;br /&gt;Your signature lip gloss flavor: Ginger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Shade of Lipstick Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffbf" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Vibe is Super Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffe6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howsexyisyourvibequiz/super-sexy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You feel 100% sexy at almost any momentAnd this inner sexiness really does boost your appealYou're confident, playful, and outgoingYou know what you have to offer - and you're proud of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Sexy Is Your Vibe?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Playful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-playful.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Men want a challenge and you are the perfect playmateYou know how to push men's buttons and attract a wide range of guysYou enjoy living and loving - it's one of your most attractive qualitiesMen are often consumed with desire for you, and you love that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was gross. i shouldn't have done that&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115676346771454612?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115676346771454612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115676346771454612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115676346771454612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115676346771454612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-choc.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115676231162630521</id><published>2006-08-28T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:51:58.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 52% Vain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a little vain, but more than anything you have a healthy amount of confidence.Thinking the world of yourself is great. Just don't think less of those who aren't as pretty as you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Vain Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH SO FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #fff8c2" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;It's important to you that your lover is very attractive. You like to have someone to show off.&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;A break-up usually comes as a shock to you. You always think things are going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Your&lt;/a&gt; Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS SO NOT TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Totally Sarcastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny.Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it.And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cddeff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charismatic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/charismatic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're beyond seductive, you're downright magnetic!&lt;br /&gt;You life live and approach seduction on a grand scale.&lt;br /&gt;You have an inner self confidence and energy that most people lack&lt;br /&gt;It's these talents that make you seem extraordinary - and you truly are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Personality: Capable, Friendly, and Energetic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtycareertest/enfp.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Ideal Careers:&lt;br /&gt;ActorAdvertising ExecutiveArtistCounselorEntrepreneurMusicianPoliticianPsychologistTeacherTelevision Reporter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Quick and Dirty Career Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. i have to study Math and do Lit. HAHAHA thats was fun though i'm sorry. I was bored. But i had things to do. but i was procrastinating. )= yes i AM a luzzer. Beyonce's song DeJa Vu is pissing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115676231162630521?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115676231162630521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115676231162630521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115676231162630521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115676231162630521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-52-vainyoure-little-vain-but.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115651550609248713</id><published>2006-08-25T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:55:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/IMG_7412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/IMG_7412.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;This is actually 5C. The presentation of compo plot. It was a lot of fun. a pity we don't do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/IMG_2929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/IMG_2929.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;National Day 5C. Aww we were so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/New%20Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/New%20Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Graduation Reception, Part of 6C.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because i suddenly miss 6C a lot. really. A lot. I want to be with you guys again. )=&lt;/p&gt;(Actually, 5C and 6C were the same people. ) They rock my world. still.&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM GOING BACK TO U.P.S. ON TEACHERS DAY! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115651550609248713?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115651550609248713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115651550609248713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115651550609248713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115651550609248713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-actually-5c.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115650998767064482</id><published>2006-08-25T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:46:27.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally don't know what this is supposed to mean. I was writing random rubbish. and it ended up as this. So yes. and I do know it sucks. You don't have to tell me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the one who would Listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  Alice died the other day. The delicate white flower with her beautiful, bright smile. The dark clouds eclipsed her Sun. I wonder how it felt, the graceful leap from the heavens, from the tall, towering building, from the eleventh storey, falling through time and space. Down to the hard, cold concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now, I am alone.Mama has given up on me. I heard her as she spoke in hushed tones to Papa. I used to be such a lovely girl, so obedient, so kind, so understanding. I was her darling daughter, the student with the outstanding report card, who had the teachers twisted round her little finger and adoring classmates and schoolmates simply waiting to fall at my feet and to become my very good friend. What had become of me, she asked. What had they done to deserve this, what had I done to deserve this, she asked, over and over and over again. I listened as she began to weep. Weep for me, Mother. Weep for the good little girl whom you no longer understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You are all I have left. My diary, a lifeless, emotionless fan of yellowed pages. Once alive, perhaps, when you stood tall and towering, a magnificent tree with your branches outstretched, reaching for the clear, blue sky. But then they killed you, and now you lie, processed, printed, bound and dead, before me. Your death has brought me comfort in lined paper and black ink. You are the only one who knows of this secret, this secret that no one else must know. The secret Rainbows in clear plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I cannot tell anyone else of these secrets. My fairytale world is mine and mine alone. Mama and Papa must not know, lest they drag me, kicking, screaming and crying, to have my dreams and fantasies torn and stripped from me, in some godforsaken, dream-forsaken rehabilitation center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They would cry, wouldn't they? If they found out, they would sob and weep and clutch at me, at the silhouette of their once-perfect daughter, now broken, with too many lost pieces to ever be able to fix back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  No one else shall know of my Wonderland. No one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shall escape into the rabbit hole, and never leave the dark, comforting warmth. I shall live in a world of princesses and knights, of dragons and unicorns, of kings and queens in scarlet regal robes. Of smiles brighter than the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The clear plastic blatantly exhibits the bright colours of the rainbows within its encasing. Oval shaped splashes of colour, tickets to fairytale land and beyond. Invitations to their name; to absolute Ecstasy. The glass of water is beside me. I empty the pills into the hollow of my hand. I am Eve, with the apple of temptation cupped in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Goodbye, diary. Tonight's my last fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And this is because me and June were bored. It was supposed to be about drugs. BUT. it sounds a bit wrong. BUT IT'S ABOUT DRUGS OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I am so much more.&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; I am the White Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Dreams upon my walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Tiptoe within, gently,without a sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These delusions, These&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fragile porcelain faces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fallen from their graces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crystal clear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you brush against the surface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of their surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intangibly so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray do not break them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these portraits of your universe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Delicate as butterfly wings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they crumble upon your touch.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the Whirlpool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that drowns you in Illusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(In a whirl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a twirl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a swirl of faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faded, flickering, fluttering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Wild Dance in dark waters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;choreographed by Yours Truly, by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your soul, broken but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dancing in the Darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with no one to watch, to touch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to reach.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am your destiny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the warmth of your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Taste me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drink me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swallow me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am Temptation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cupped in the hollow of your palms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold me to your lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my sweetness entrances you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tender,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So raw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so delicately enchanting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This phantasmagoria ofDreams, of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Illusions and Delusions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scarlet, Crimson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;against warm flesh I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cold.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am your Wonderland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Careful now, I'm everything you dreamed of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More.&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/23949234-115650998767064482?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115650998767064482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115650998767064482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115650998767064482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115650998767064482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-totally-dont-know-what-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115633760213164505</id><published>2006-08-23T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:53:22.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so this is by mansi. it's quite old. but i was deleting old pics when i came across this. and i miss mansi. oh no i didn't say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/WHEEE.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/WHEEE.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes. more neos. ahh i have been going neoprinting at an alarming rate. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/rainbow!.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/rainbow%21.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OOH and haha ok it is so GIRLY, it astounds me. i can't believe i listened to miin. but it's worth it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/BIMB%21.2.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it just me. or do i look like a primary 3 student? BUT HEY I LIKE THIS PICTURE OK! I THINK IT IS THE BEST OF ALL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YES WHOOP!&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/23949234-115633760213164505?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115633760213164505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115633760213164505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115633760213164505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115633760213164505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-so-this-is-by-mansi.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115633605025353421</id><published>2006-08-23T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:26:12.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And today was a fairly normal day, with a forboding start. well, in the morning there was the sl thing mess. So me and hanis and liqi had to go to the prefect's room to see xin er. and the announcement rubbish. IT WAS TERRIBLE. In the end, i saw Big Joey and asked her for help, and she was very helpful(YAY JOEY!) then we went to see Ms Ong. and she was in a fairly good mood today(YAY!) she didn't tell us off very badly. Oh and we got to class almost late. But we weren't late yet. We had the assembly thing in front of the General office/staffroom. But i guess it wasn't that bad. then I had to run to the general office and back down to class and then back up to the 4th floor for RS. And we were almost booked(cuz the teacher claimed we were 50minutes late counting all the lessons we were a bit late for) My classmates claimed that she was pms-ing again. But RS isn't all that bad. Me and chern hwee are going to learn to sleep with our eyes open. And chern hwee wrote a note to pass, from me to valerie to audrey and audrey replied and it was darn funny, but i shan't mention what it was here (sorry lah i know i am a fun-spoiler). The recess, SL project! it wasn't that bad. It was quite good actually. I am proud of 108. BUT i had to practically sacrifice my recess, for running to the GO for admin stuff, then publicising for the project selling. OH by the way, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUY OUR SL THINGS PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes.and anyway. then during chem, i paid attention and answered questions I AM PROUD OF ME! com studs, i attempted to make an lj, but failed pathetically. I didn't know what username to put.(no you don't think I am a luzzer) did the portfolio thing. and looked for pictures of ferraris and dancers and rain/thunder/clouds/emoness/goth/blood and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and then math was slack. AGAIN. I almost got into trouble (thank you very much hannah.) And Bai was so pissed with me and hannah bickering she moved to sit elsewhere,(she ended up sitting next to deanna) IT WAS SO HEARTBREAKING. I refused to take hannah's chocolate and she stole my phone. it was so PAINFUL. and then the stupid thing vibrated. i felt like killing myself.AHH and i turned it off too. I BLAME YOU. anyway. i still understood math. but i have a feeling i will do very badly for math this SA. DIE LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then mother tongue was spent degrading Priyanka Chopra(who is an actress by the way). She is like so EW. i mean i agree she is pretty. But after japna's shoe story, on how during a shoot, she was sitting there screaming for starbucks coffee- &lt;s&gt;here, i digress, i went to starbucks with miin yesterday and had coffee for $7.20, expensive as it may be, it was good &lt;/s&gt;- and ordering people to fall to their knees to put on her shoes for her. as if she can't put on her OWN shoes. stupid woman(ok so i am over reacting) anyway, then she has the guts to tell the newspapers//interview people that she treats everyone with the respect she wants to be treated with. So people should treat her like DIRT. so the point of that paragraph= &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOWN WITH PRIYANKA CHOPRA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes and then after school i had unch with karen and samantha(her friend) and then talked to my batchmates blabla then went for LIT PT and i was wayy late but we still managed to rehearse twice but my role is like way minor i am kate in the miracle worker. ok so not that minor, but in that scene, i am like minor which is saddening only if i had turned up earlier AHHHH but it's ok i am fine with kate. anyway then after that, i went to the canteen with charlotte then went back to blockJ to see the 109 people. and there was eenette, lin wen and eunice there and i find them very nice people. and vidya was fuming cuz she couldn't find her bag. but in the end she realised it was actually under her table. oh and eenette was dam funny she was like cursing a certain group of people whom i will not mention and refused to speak this certain person's name as she watched them train. then we practically begged vidya to teach us what she does best(basketball DUH) then we played for a while( oh breakthrough, i can shoot like you are supposed to) then went to the bus so like i realised that she is actually very nice and wayy fun! so is tisha, i shall explain later. BUT YES. 109ers are funky! ok so my hands are tired. stopping here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. so next, here are some KAWAII neoprintz with Miin. Where we look uber CUTE-sy. Which is like WAYY TOTALLY HOTZ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115633605025353421?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115633605025353421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115633605025353421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115633605025353421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115633605025353421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-today-was-fairly-normal-day-with.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115617232394729411</id><published>2006-08-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:11:24.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok. today, i went to SCHOOL! joy. Ok. so it was nothing unusual. The same old bla bla. Except this morning, we talked about the weirdest things. I SMSED BRANDON! well that was during recess actually and then told ama annd hanis and liqi the whole story about brandon and the guy with the wig. it was HILARIOUS. and ama practically screamed while laughing. Oh and i went to the sec3 class place to give the letter( HAH i guessed who it was from right). Actually i never liked going to any seniors class, cuz it is kinda scary. Don't ask why it just is that way. But i didn't really go IN. so its fine i guess. &lt;strong&gt;AHH BRANDON JUST REPLIED AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;!i &lt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MELLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (cuz she wrote me a letter, seniors don't generally write me letters.) and yes i love&lt;strong&gt; MIIN&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SAM&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ET&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;KESHIA&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;HANIS&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;LIQI &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;all the other people&lt;/strong&gt; cuz they write me letters too! YAY! it makes me feel LETTER-ATED! WHEEEEE. BRUCE BAI(tIAN yUAN) is darnn funny. and she loves shrek. we spent math quoting shrek and being weird. And Hanis was fun too. But Mrs Pey didn't appreciate it, she was in a foul mood today. It was sad. BUT AHAH. we made the funniest faces. and it was memorable. YAY MATH! i don't like math that much though. anyway besides, i got stabbed by AMA &lt;s&gt;but since i have nothing better to do&lt;/s&gt; although I am so busy and everything, i decided to be a nice friend and do the quizzy thing although i did it before. so HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 11 people who you can think of right now in your head. The tag at least 5 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;1) Sam&lt;br /&gt;2) E.T&lt;br /&gt;3) Hanis&lt;br /&gt;4) Japna&lt;br /&gt;5) Bruce Bai(Tian Yuan)&lt;br /&gt;6)Amalina&lt;br /&gt;7)Hannah&lt;br /&gt;8) Joshua&lt;br /&gt;9) Joseph&lt;br /&gt;10) Liqi&lt;br /&gt;11) Wei Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;Liqi. Well in school, she was my NICE NICE tablemate till a few days ago, when we were PAINFULLY seperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) what would you do if you never met 2?&lt;br /&gt;E.T. Die. Yes. Thats what i would do. She keeps me from going insane &lt;s&gt;but you would argue i AM insane, however i have been more insane before&lt;/s&gt; and yes. She is always there for me. Without her, i would be dead ( WHY do i hear sniggering? OH SHUT UP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What would you do if 9 and 11 dated?&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and Wei Ying. Ahem. I would kill Joseph for betraying me cuz although he barely knows i exist, he should know i desperately &lt;3him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Do you like 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hannah. Yes! &lt;s&gt;except when she isn't angry at me or being PMSing queen(which is half her life)&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/s&gt;she is a very nice person, really. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) Would 5 and 6 make a good couple? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHA. yes. Ama is extra sweet and BRUCE B is funky. They will make a good couple, as in for friends but if it is a romantic relationship then LOL, it's up to you to guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) describe 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HANIS! Oh my love. She is so FUNNY! and very sweet. Cute, whack and she can talk and talk and talk and is weight-concious although she has perfect figure. She is someone you can never get bored of being with. OH and she is in GG! xD love to you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) Do you think 3 is attractive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HANIS! yes i do. She is actually quite pretty. and i told you, she has perfect figure. (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) tell me something about 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E.T.! She can balance a chopstick vertically up her nose. haha. She is very funky and can jump EXTRA high. and she can talk to strangers as if she has known then for decades. and she has perfect teeth and uber straight hair. and she is an alien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9) Do you know any of 4's family? YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Japna has younger twin bro and sis and an older sis (and her small bro/sis keep picking up my phonecalls and never tell japna that i called her haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10) What are 5's favourite things? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BRUCE BAI! Um, i don't know her very well. BUT she likes final fantasy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11) what would you do if 3 confesses his/her love to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd LOVE HER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12) what language does 6 speak? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amalina. English, Malay. and SINGLISH!haha xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13)Who is 9 going out with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joseph. I do't know actually. But it WILL BE ME! ok i dream too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) How old is 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HANIS! she is turning 13 on the 31st of this month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;15) When was the last time you talked to 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sam. On msn? i am talking to her now. On the phone? Day before yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;16) What is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E.T. she likes stuff like Blue, Avril, Hilary Duff. But doesn't entirely love Eminem, cuz she claims he is vulgar and vile and doesn't like B.E.P cuz they are supposedly negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;17) Would you ever date 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hannah. UM. Bless me. Actually I don't know. But the possibility of that is very very very low i think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;18) Would you ever date 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wei Ying. HAHAHAHA I'd love to! But she would most probably start swearing her head off if i ask for a date with her. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;19) Have you seen 2 naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E.T. OH GOSH no. I don't wish to either ahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway i shall stop here. Good bye bloggie. Miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;edit&gt;I just realised that in number 8, i said E.T could balance chopsticks vertically UP her nose, i actually meant ON her nose.&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115617232394729411?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115617232394729411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115617232394729411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115617232394729411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115617232394729411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115615646851550727</id><published>2006-08-21T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:46:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES. so a few random things i feel like writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am a major slacker( i am supposed to be touching up my math pt, but i didn't instead slept till 5, then bathed again, then opened my file, then am slacking, so there)&lt;br /&gt;2) I like food&lt;br /&gt;3) I like lime jello(back to point 2, i like food)&lt;br /&gt;4) i had dinner at Raffles Hotel yesterday, there was some formal party thing. And according to me, i think i looked nice( I'm sorry, I can't help but feel egoistic, cuz my mom's posh friends said i looked "killer" and "stunning" and "beautiful" though i am not sure if the killer bit was a positive comment, i shall just take it as one.)&lt;br /&gt;5) I like my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;6) Without Sam or E.T. or June, I would most probably die.&lt;br /&gt;7) Sam, E.T. and June rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;8) Hanis and Liqi make a good pair and are awfully fun to be with, without them, I would most probably be friendless in 108.&lt;br /&gt;9) Japna and Ankita are very very nice. without them, i would most probably be friendless too, they motivate me to do a lot of stuff and they are overall cO0L.&lt;br /&gt;10) I love my CCA. Everyone there is NiCe. I &lt;3 them.&lt;br /&gt;11)a guy on the bus asked for my phone number. and i didn't give him, I am a coward that way. BUT, he gave me HIS number.&lt;br /&gt;12) another guy on the bus was wearing a wig cuz he had no hair, and his wig fell off.&lt;br /&gt;13) I am pissed at myself for being dumb and wasting my printer ink.&lt;br /&gt;14) Claire Tan is mad at me for saying i couldn't turn up at her party cuz I have Keyboard on that day.&lt;br /&gt;15) Hannah is pissed at me for squishing her chocolate and she is being a total meanie. And I am pissed at her for being pissed at me over CHOCOLATE. Please. She can afford more i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;16) I like pink and black&lt;br /&gt;17) I tried to make myself bleed during CLE, i scratched myself till the blood clotted and it hurt like crazy. and Japna witnesed it.&lt;br /&gt;18) Japna also commented that a sadist and a masochist should marry each other because a sadist causes people to inflict pain and a masochist inflicts pain on him/herself. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;19) In philo, the teacher said white represented purity, peace, good stuff and so a bride wears white to represent her purity and virginty etc on her wedding. But he also said that black was used to represent impurity and evil etc. So, why does a groom wear black on his wedding?&lt;br /&gt;20) I am pissed, I am I swear, I shall be emo-y now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND APPARENTLY I HAVE BEEN STABBED BY AMA. aiya you...xD i shall just do the quiz now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115615646851550727?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115615646851550727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115615646851550727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115615646851550727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115615646851550727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115598600440323710</id><published>2006-08-19T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:13:24.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I was bored. HAH. ( I got this off June's bloggie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[RICH KID]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You go to a tanning salon. (Iwant to be lighter not darker goshh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You watch The OC/Laguna Beach/The Hills. ( OC is quite cool actually.But i watched it once)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You like going to the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You own an iPod/MP3 player.(I used to, until I threw it down the stairs.BUT that is not the point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You love Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You have been called a brat/snob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[GOTH]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Black is one of your favorite colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] you wear chains.(sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You like heavy metal.(not particularly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You love Hot Topic/Torrid( what's that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You have worn black lipstick. (COOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You dyed your hair black. (my hair IS black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You dislike preps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You're an atheist. [ it really depends on when you ask me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You have piercings in unusual places.Tongue, belly button, etc. ( I WISH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SKATEBOARDER]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You can skateboard. ( I WILL. one day, then you'll all see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You wear plaid.( which is..?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You love Converse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You think you're different. (sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You hate MTV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You have moshed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You have/had/want blue, pink, red, purple, or green hair or highlights.( i want it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You love skater girls/boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You hate pink. (actually i kinda LIKE that colour.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You hate rich kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[NERD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You love computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You like Star Trek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You wear/are supposed to wear glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You get straight A's. (oh i wish.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You love reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You are in band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You don't care what you look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You have a curfew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You always do your homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You never skip school. ( i generally have a reason for skipping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Total: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[EMO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] you are sad sometimes (clever question ahem.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You have black-rimmed glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You like the band Thursday.( which is? i like Taking Back Sunday though, thanks to TAZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You comb your hair in front of your face. (my mom won't let me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You cry easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You like emo music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You hate being called emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You like writing. (Oh yes, if you know me you would know about my BOOK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You have written a sad poem. ( refer to THE BOOK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You have/had a sad MySpace layout.( i don't have myspace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Total: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[GHETTO/GANGSTA]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x]You like rap. (depends actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You are in a gang. ( if you count me+sam+et+june then yes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You wear Tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You say "nigga" frequently. ( ITS ALL FO SHOW NIGGA sorry i just felt like saying that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You wear rubberbands in your pants.( why would i want to do that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You swear a lot. (Ahem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You have had a freestyling contest.( why am i so clueless?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You have said "fo shizzle".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You have been called a "playa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You have worn Converse with the tongue flipped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[PREP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ]You love Laguna Beach/The OC/The Hills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x]You want/have a small/medium sized dog. ( OH YAH BABY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Your everyday outfits consist of pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You're a shoe fanatic.( not really. I think I have only 14 pairs of any kind of footwear.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x]You shop at AE, HOLLISTER, A&amp;F.ETC. ( i like A &amp;amp; F, the models are HAWT! no i didn't say that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You love to shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You like Skirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You like Paris Hilton ( please..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Getting your nails done is a fun thing. (oh yes, it;s fun. but i end up biting them off.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Athletic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You watch World Cup and/or prefer a specific group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You own track shoes or cleats ( but i don't do sports)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You collect your jerseys( don't do sports)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You have a special shelf for trophy's and awards ( for things other than sports, except the sports days in primary school...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You have posters of famous athletes (KAKA! BECKHAM! cuz he's HOT and so is HE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] Your garage/shed consists of sports equipment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] You belong to a school team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] You are going/have gone to a sports summer camp( in primary 1,2,3,6 cuz they made me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[ ] you have a specific number prefered for your jersey(don't own jerseys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Total: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BEING EMO IS COOLIOZ! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115598600440323710?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115598600440323710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115598600440323710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115598600440323710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115598600440323710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/because-i-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115582730462084532</id><published>2006-08-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:08:25.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was Sec4 farewell. It was fun seriously. And i wore a dress. and i don't do dresses. honestly i looked like a fat pig with a netball. and i felt pathetically out of place. so the sec1s did a skit thing. the sec2s dance and the sec3s a video. I think we did the skit rather well. cuz we had only like one rehearsal and like WOW we did it. but still DRESS. i am traumatised. DRESS. ahhhhh ok not the point. the video was awesome. the dance was amusing. and we gave the seniors the card things. they seemed pleased. WE PUT IN EFFORT OK. (= i guess it paid off. except for the part where they thought we were doing an Aftermath parody thing. alas. i don't want the sec4s to leave. they are so nice. i'll miss them (hey don't look at me like that, i mean it ok) &lt;333333 i love you guys lots. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; yu jia and hannah saw me in the dress. NO. trauma i can't believe it, i have been publicly shamed &lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115582730462084532?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115582730462084532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115582730462084532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115582730462084532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115582730462084532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-today-was-sec4-farewell.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115556726873985007</id><published>2006-08-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:54:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my fingers are bleeding. i don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115556726873985007?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115556726873985007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115556726873985007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115556726873985007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115556726873985007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-fingers-are-bleeding.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115539434705562045</id><published>2006-08-12T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:52:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;an overwhelming emotional effect-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I suppose there comes a time in everyone's life when they must stop for a moment and consider just exactly how much their life sucks. I, for instance, have reached that point in my life approximately ten times a day for the past, about a year, well not everyday, but close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ofcourse there is always the guilt and self-flagellation that follow. I know at least rationally, that the average ethiopian child or iraqi(orhoweveryouspellit) refugee has it far worse than i do. I am not starving. I have access to all the amenities of modern society. I do, ofcourse, as anyone's granmother would remind me, have my health. At least, my &lt;em&gt;physical&lt;/em&gt; health(i'm not sure about mental health, half the world seems to think that i am bonkers). But still compared to an average teenager, my age, I'd still have to say that I'm way up in the ninety-ninth percentile on life's suck-o-meter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I know self-pity is the devil, and I ought to be constantly searching for the silver ining, blablabla, but i'm pretty sure that my silver lining has long since tarnished to a vicious shade of black. There's just been way too much thought about those little masochistic catchphrases in my brain and in my life for a silver lining. Way too much thoughts of death, way too much loss, and way too much time alone. I've spent close to a fourth of my life alone, that's a sad fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;story of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;rlb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;these sign-like things are highly amusing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115539434705562045?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115539434705562045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115539434705562045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115539434705562045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115539434705562045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/overwhelming-emotional-effect-i.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115529789080981065</id><published>2006-08-11T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:04:50.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. like yesterday, i wrote this long long long entry about a lot lot lot of things, and i thanked all of my friends heartfelt comments of concern through varying methods such as smses, phone calls and tags and emails. i &lt;33 you all. You make me happy (= i am truly touched to have such caring friends. and STILL stupid stupid blogger. i swear i wrote a long entry and it had to screw just then )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115529789080981065?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115529789080981065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115529789080981065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115529789080981065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115529789080981065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115502912898485779</id><published>2006-08-08T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:25:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am incredibly annoyed I am I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been so so so stupid. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I am awfully pissed at you. You've hurt me. But I can hardly say I care. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[oh who am I kidding.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh goodness, I am the loserest person on this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;this is a pointless entry. the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115502912898485779?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115502912898485779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115502912898485779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115502912898485779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115502912898485779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-incredibly-annoyed-i-am-i-swear_08.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115484861668636370</id><published>2006-08-06T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:16:56.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care what you think about me.</title><content type='html'>I thought that I could always count on you,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that nothing could become between us two.&lt;br /&gt;We said as long as we would stick together,&lt;br /&gt;We’d be alright,&lt;br /&gt;We’d be ok.&lt;br /&gt;But I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;And you broke me down&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for showing me,&lt;br /&gt;That best friends can not be trusted,&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for lying to me,&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship and good times we had you can have them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it always has to hurt,&lt;br /&gt;For every lesson that you have to learn.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t forget what you did to me,&lt;br /&gt;How you showed me things, I wish I’d never seen.&lt;br /&gt;But I was stupid,&lt;br /&gt;And you broke me down,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for showing me,&lt;br /&gt;That best friends can not be trusted,&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for lying to me,&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship the good times we had you can have them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tables turn again,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll remember me my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be wishing I was there for you.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the one you’ll miss the most,&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll only find my ghost.&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll wonder why,&lt;br /&gt; You’re all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for showing me,&lt;br /&gt;That best friends can not be trusted,&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for lying to me,&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship and good times we had you can have them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you,&lt;br /&gt;for lying to me,&lt;br /&gt;So thank you,&lt;br /&gt;for all the times you let me down&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, for lying to me,&lt;br /&gt;So thank you,&lt;br /&gt;your friendship you can have it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thank you, Simple Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I don't care what you might think about me, you'll get by without me if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115484861668636370?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115484861668636370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115484861668636370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115484861668636370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115484861668636370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-care-what-you-think-about-me.html' title='I don&apos;t care what you think about me.'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115469891890627719</id><published>2006-08-04T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:41:58.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, today i went to school then wento to watch poc2 wih wei ying and leiya(i'm sorry if i spelled that wrong) cuz i wasnt supposed to go initially but in the end i kinda did. but they didnt have poc so we were orn between the fox movie and click. and then they pressurized me into deciding which movie we were going to watch.SO, due to my expert judgement(ahem)we watched click, it was quite good actually. i mean it had a satisfactory ending. and also there was the fact that we ate like gluttons. it was enjoyable. except i was interrupted more than half a dozen times by vidya's phone calls and smses. oh i wish i could go to the dance concert but i had a doctor's appointment, and keyboard(which for your information is the electric form of the piano and can play any other instrument in the face of this earth, and i really like this instrument). SO I ENDED UP NOT GOING. )))= anyway. after my appointment, i came home. and now i am sitting here online having intellectual conversations with samantha and e.t. and june. It is so uber long winded. and in case you read this sammy/et: SHE DOES NOT CRUSH ME. so there. get a life, disperse CASE OFFICIALLY CLOSED oh no, i will continue this in a while i feel hungry ahhhhh NIGHTS DUDES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115469891890627719?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115469891890627719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115469891890627719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115469891890627719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115469891890627719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-today-i-went-to-school-then-wento.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115443711838989230</id><published>2006-08-01T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:58:38.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH OH OH so, today I wrote a totally amusing story about two girls and a guy! it was like so so so so cool! LOL. i shan't mention who the characters were in case she visits my blog and totally kills me for publicly humiliating her. anyway if she consents, i am so totally gonna post it here YUP YUP YUP totally. anyway i gtg. blegh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115443711838989230?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115443711838989230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115443711838989230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115443711838989230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115443711838989230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-oh-oh-so-today-i-wrote-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115425750938284115</id><published>2006-07-30T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:05:09.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POC2 is &lt;3. seriously. i watched it for the second time today. well i watched it  with my brother today. ahah i officially love it. Orlando bloom has the sexiest back ever. and everything about him is perfect. i hereby proclaim that now, i am more madly in love with him then ever. johnny depp is cool too. BUT ALL HAIL ORLANDO BLOOM. i betcha theres a cult of his lovers out there just like me. amen. god bless you all. LONG LIVE MY LOVE. oh yet again anni alliterates perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115425750938284115?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115425750938284115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115425750938284115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115425750938284115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115425750938284115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/07/poc2-is-3.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115370581971382484</id><published>2006-07-24T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:54:10.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating disorders are solely a problem with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wrong. With all eating disorders, weight is the focus of life. By focusing on food, weight and calories, a person is able to block out or numb painful feelings and emotions. Some use food as a way to comfort themselves. Eating disorders are NOT a problem with food. They are in fact only a symptom of underlying problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot die from bulimia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wrong. Bulimics are at a high risk for dying, especially ifthey are purging, using laxatives and doingexcessive exercise. Many bulimics have diedfrom cardiac arrest which is usually caused bylow potassium or an electrolyte imbalance.Others have died from a ruptured esophagus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now i'm scared. What if i really am bulimic? AHHHHHHH BUT no. i am NOT. NOT NOT NOT, i am perfectly happy so there. No one can call me bulimic anymore. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On a lighter note, its mother tongue now. and i am bored, Japna and ANkita have decided to go one a ponning spree leaving me here alone at school. honestly, i should have stayed on mc and not come HRMPH traitors, both of them!! Anyway, i shall stop here now, i am now going to make myself useful and sleep. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People cannot have more than one eating disorder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have more than one eating disorder. It is very common for someone to suffer with more than one eating disorder.That just proves that the eating behaviors are only the symptoms, not the problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh my goodness. Someone, please tell me i am still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115370581971382484?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115370581971382484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115370581971382484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115370581971382484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115370581971382484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/07/eating-disorders-are-solely-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115366891270581442</id><published>2006-07-23T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:35:12.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today was a rather weird day. I went out with et today. We watched nacho libre or however you spell it . it was funny, somewhat lame actually then we ate one and a half of lunch. well first we had lunch at marche[i treated!!! ahha that was b4 the movie.]. then we had ice cream haagen daz(= [et treated] then we went to the library, slacked, bought SHOES! ahah it was absurd, then we bought extra cheap shirts. it was so hilarious neither of us have the experience of going to a sale sale kinda thing. all the aunties were like hurriedly looking through the stuff and we were messing around and everyone of the aunties seemed annoyed at us. but whatever haha but we couldnt find anything nice there. so we ended up buying cheap fila stuff cuz they were on 'sale' ahah. it was an experience. and i was supposed to be sick lol. i am feeling better so i shall go to school tomorrow. i am actually on MC tomorrow too. but nehhmind. then we messed about some more. then we had dinner at SAKAE SUSHI! and after doing nothing (time flew like very fast although we werent actually doing anything) then my daddy came to pick me up and et's mummy came to pick her up. then my daddy was like lets go eat dinner, cuz my cuzzie and uncle were here. so we did. so i had ANOTHER dinner! at pizza hut (= so cool no? i swear i must have gained at least another 5kgs. then he bought my bro prezzies. cuz its his birthday on the 26th. and so is rafiyat's so heres a shout out to her HAPPY ALMOST BIRTHDAY GURLFRIEND! MAKE A WISH! (=  back to the point my brothers presents cost over $200 i am jealous. i shall continue tomorrow when i am not so overwhelmed by jealousy anymore. by the way, my brother is only turning 6years old. yes you can gasp now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115366891270581442?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115366891270581442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115366891270581442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115366891270581442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115366891270581442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-today-was-rather-weird-day.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115331545679578540</id><published>2006-07-19T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:24:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i have been blogging with rather long intervals. but nehhmind. oh i am such a money waster. )= its ok. i will just get more money. but i have no business blogging so i shall go finish my homework now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115331545679578540?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115331545679578540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115331545679578540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115331545679578540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115331545679578540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-so-i-have-been-blogging-with-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115288313090960185</id><published>2006-07-14T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:18:50.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT DEPRESSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maybe this is a bit late to be blogging about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT, yesterday, after elds, i went to the bus stop to take the bus home. HOWEVER my father claimed that he would pick me up. But no, after waiting practically 45minutes, he informs me that he lost the car, he parked it somewhere but forgot where. So i end up taking the bus to Bishan, where i finally meet my dad then we go have dinner then we go home, where i see my mother's good friend, the doctor(i shan't mention her name). But for some reason, i had this puking feeling in my throat, so i went to the toilet and like barfed. and since i just came from dinner and stuff, the doctor thought i was &lt;strong&gt;BULIMIC&lt;/strong&gt;!!! like WHAT THE. i am not ok. Just ask et, or sam, or anyone for that matter(oh you can ask hanis. she has seen the extent to which i can eat =p ) anyway. so that was that, then she was staying over or something, i can't be bothered i went to sleep, but i woke up three times, to like see if i remembered the stuff i had to bring to school. and seeing me wake up so many times, she thought i had &lt;strong&gt;SLEEPING DISORDERS&lt;/strong&gt;. )= and she concluded that i was &lt;strong&gt;depressed,&lt;/strong&gt; which is not true ok. it is true that i cannot sleep in a stretch of time, but i am NOT depressed.and my father mocked me the whole day, well in the morning and now he is mocking me. but my mother took her friend seriously. SO WHACK. anyway, BYE PEPUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115288313090960185?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115288313090960185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115288313090960185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115288313090960185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115288313090960185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-not-depressed.html' title='I AM NOT DEPRESSED'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115237042031654130</id><published>2006-07-08T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:53:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to my hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its gone. ripped, snipped of my head. homeless. abandoned in the floors of the hairdresser's. i heard it fall violently to the floor. the pain. the torture. its not worth it. for now. IT'S GONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i tell you it was DAM sad ok. so this morning, i saw this girl with uber cool hair. and than lamented about my ugly hair. so i decided to cut it. then i cut it. and it turned out horrible-er. i can't bear the pain. i am going into social exile. forever. good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115237042031654130?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115237042031654130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115237042031654130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115237042031654130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115237042031654130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/07/ode-to-my-hair.html' title='an ode to my hair.'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115210256634343341</id><published>2006-07-05T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:29:26.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH GO OH GOD i feel totally CLEVER!! we had bio test today, and i didn't study. and i managed to answer everything like WOAH!! but i didnt have time to finish the last question. FREAK. but it's ok. i think. NEHMIND. moving on. today, was kinda weird. i found out that we haveta change our seats again. BOO!!! i am so gonna miss my tablemate-people. i know they wont miss me. i am far too annoying. but it's ok. haha. but serious. liqi totally is a rocking person. i dun wanna sit any where away from her. she is very clever and nice and helpful. i will miss hannah too. though she might not believe me. but i mean it. she is a nice person. (= go girls!!! oh god no. i sound...whack. its ok its ok. by the way me and miin went out today. HAH. we were supposed to meet these ACSI tracker dudes. i shan't say anything about that. we kinda like roamed around then, she treated me to lunch! haha nice person. then stuff. we went on the bus. and took random pictures of us, stuff around us  etc. OH and there was this darn fascinating guy in front of us. he was like sleeping, it was so amusing ahah his head movements were like HAHA. ok nevermind i am being mean it yes it was interesting. oh i just realised i haveta complete WGP and do my HW. &lt;strong&gt;die. DIE. die. DIE&lt;/strong&gt; I have come up with a resolution. i shall detach myself from the whole of LD. stone during cca. be a total loner. maybe it will save me from humiliation. and taunts. for god's sake. leave me alone. i do not madly crush ANYONE. no one.  nothing. nada.zilch. so get off my back you buncha bozo heads.(if hanis were here, she would prolly say "hobo"...ok random.) i shall leave you here. have a nice life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115210256634343341?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115210256634343341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115210256634343341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115210256634343341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115210256634343341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-go-oh-god-i-feel-totally-clever-we.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115190095291875363</id><published>2006-07-03T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:29:12.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, now we part.</title><content type='html'>finally, aftermath has come to an end. it was indeed an experience. my first ld production. throughout this, i've found many new friendships, more bonds. All these memories, i hope they never fade. and if you know me, you would know that i seldom go so extra-ly mushy. But honestly. i'll treasure these memories forever. though it was kinda stressful for everyone, it was VERY rewarding. for life. oh it also marks the end of this journey, and a beginning of something totally new. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the closing totally ROCKED(minus the part about the grafitti and flats which btw we handled pretty well i think) it totally gave me a feeling of euphoria that was completely different, almost surreal. I hope the audience enjoyed it. Aftermath, i feel that has come to a perfect conclusion. I will miss it. Now, i guess the sec 4s are leaving. i will miss them. a lot. ok let me say something stupid before i sign off. oh never mind i will just make a fool out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i learnt a lot these few months. Thank you for making me a part of aftermath. you truly changed my life(in a positive way ok). have a wonderful life! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115190095291875363?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115190095291875363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115190095291875363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115190095291875363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115190095291875363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-now-we-part.html' title='So, now we part.'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115132912188990901</id><published>2006-06-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:38:41.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yah so yesterday, to celebrate the end of the hols, me and et and sam went out! by the way sam is a GIRL ok!! then first we went to the beach which was UBER fun lah. we like frolicked arpund like lambs then we played WATER TAG. the water is quite dirty actually. then after wasting time.. aiya i no energy to write lah. if you want to know what happened just approach me. or sam or et. haha sorry i disappointed you mann. i really dont have the energy..HAIZ oh but we went to harbourfront. where i was nice enough to treat them to MACS! haha oh oh oh and this stupid guy crashed into a mirror it was UBER funny mann. oh then we went to sams house she is FRIGGEN rich serious!! oh and she totally ROCKS my SOCKS! whoopeeee and et was uber fun. the hols are over. which means i don't see them for quite a while. )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115132912188990901?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115132912188990901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115132912188990901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115132912188990901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115132912188990901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/yah-so-yesterday-to-celebrate-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115124615291638026</id><published>2006-06-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:35:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO PEOPLE today was FUN FUN FUN!!! but before i tell you all that, in 9hours EXACTLY, we will awaken to take our places in the new term of the school year. how tragic. also, "i am your best friend' person, i will blog about my cca some other day. ok? and Anni feels touched that all those weirdo people actually read her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ama, i am tempted to lash out at you as you say my blog entries are 'draggy' or 'nonsense' as this is after all MY blog and as itd title suggests, if you do not like the things i post, you might as well PISS OFF (= anyway. i didnt mean that to sound mean my dear, it was mere constructive opinions haha TAKE THAT YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. oh crap. i feel tired and sleepy, i shall tell you about my FAB day out today! LATER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115124615291638026?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115124615291638026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115124615291638026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115124615291638026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115124615291638026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-people-today-was-fun-fun-fun-but.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115106977173960446</id><published>2006-06-23T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:36:11.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO today was rather fun actually. i woke up at 6 in the morning, then went to school. IN THE RAIN. cuz my beloved daddy had to go and drop my mother off at some place in the morning and if he took me to school, she would be late. Furthermore, he had the guts to say that it was practice for school which reopens on monday. THEN i went to school. partially drenched where i meet violet. later shimin. so we are sitting outside till sherrie comes then we decided to go in(apperantly tiffany had come to school earlier than us but we couldnt find her.she ended up in the foyer..) then shi min exclaims that suvi is sitting on the bench. But actually its not. the girl seemed awfully familiar though. so later while we were fixing stuff, i decided to visit the girl. who SADLY turned out to be VIDYA, like what?? then i asked her what she was doing in school so early. and in her slurry guyish,sharabi voice, she says "i've got traning" so i am like whatevar. then for some awkward reason, she follows me into the KS CHEE, and she is like 'is aruna here" and i am like not yet. but she doesnt believe me! so she searches for herself..which is rather despo lah. but i shall keep my other nasty comments to myself. it was funny though. then come my batchmates. they're all REALLY nice. i am not kidding. serious. maybe we DO have some misunderstandings. but still. and i think shi min is like UBER nice. and VERY VERY cute =p i also think that xin tian is VERY nice to us. although she does scold us sometimes. but its because we are screwing up. its not her fault. we should take it positively. i shall give her something to show my appreciation..once i think of what i want to give her. anyway enough of mushy could haves and should haves. i don't DO that stuff. then while we are exploring the UNDERSEAT SPACE, this weirdo person ambushes me, well maybe that is too strong a word. atfirst i don't really register who it is. then i realise its hannah ng, cuz she was asking for her present. SELFISH PERSON. she didnt even say 'hi' )= anyway but i didnt feel like going and getting my bag from that mess and piles of bags. then she goes away huffily with her posse of basketballer friends. like WHATEVER YOU.ok i sounded mean. i didnt mean to. anyway. then nat tai spoke to us. then tag run. which i think was rather well done!! YAY US! but i don't know what the seniors thought about it. i didnt stay till the end. me and kyung tae left for little gui lin. BY BUS! haha it was fun. KT is just as retarted as me. WE ARE NOT, i repeat NOT normal. we were like being weird in the bus, attracting queer stares from the other commuters. haha then met mansi and emily and miin at cck mrt. i tell you mansi's timing is HORRIBLE she calls me up to say that she will meet me in 30mins. then 5minutes later she tells me that she is there already. then we went to cck thank GOD other people were there. cuz i assure you. mansi has no sense of direction what-so-ever. you have to admire her quality of managing to get lost even when the instructions are DEAD clear.  and thats why i like my retarded old friend MUNCHY(a.k.a mansi)!!! anyway. then after that, we went to the block, where i met my long lost bestie. HANIS! well she isnt like long lost..but i didnt see her for like 2 weeks lah. so long RITE. then we were our retarded selves. we also discussed how tweety bird is HOMO!! haha she is classic. someone you can never forget! just like my OTHER friend..MUNCHY!  then we decided to go to the MRT. so me and hanis hop happily to the mrt, singing nursery rhymes while mansi(and gang) and chern hwee(and gang) tag alone behind us. we take the mrt to CHOA CHU KANG to have LUNCH! then before the door is closing, mansi pushes me then my EXPENSIVE guess wallet is like threatening to fall...and then we do these weird chain of hand actions to try to save it, well i was trying to save it, but munchy was trying to steal it from me haha. then hanis said that what we were doing looked wrong, cuz we were basically hitting each other..like from neck level to knee level..like EW..okay i am not a very good EXPLAINER... so bear with me. (actually then mansy things happened, it was funny, but i am too lazy to  explain)then we went to eat with zhi qi and ricchi. where me and mansi have a long discussion on cookies which we were to bake. like using hersheys kisses cuz we didnt have choco chips and that useless stuff. then i treated her to BUBBLE TEA!! then just now, we played badminton..see we are so healthy!! like real haha. then we played AIR BADMINTON hahah ok..you wouldnt get what i was saying unless you are as weird as ME! anyway...a lot lot more happened. OKAY MUNCHY CAN BLUSH TO THE COLOUR OF HER BRIGHT PINK SHIRT!! ok redundant. haha ahh to be continued in due time. which means i will continue if i ever feel like it. which i doubt i will..i will most probably forget anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PEACE PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;33&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115106977173960446?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115106977173960446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115106977173960446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115106977173960446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115106977173960446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-today-was-rather-fun-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115098748868267454</id><published>2006-06-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:08:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;fate has decided to be cruel, i am not going to just let it happen,just let it flow. I am going to fight it back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am falling into the grasps of uber pissyness BUT before i am consumed by it thoroughly...i shant do anything. bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115098748868267454?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115098748868267454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115098748868267454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115098748868267454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115098748868267454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-fate-has-decided-to-be-cruel-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115046565770520282</id><published>2006-06-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:47:37.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a cute poem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day I Got My Finger Stuck Up My Nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my finger stuck up my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to a doctor, who said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Nothing like this has happened before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We will have to chop off your head.""It's only my finger stuck up my nose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's only my finger!" I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I see what it is," the doctor replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"But we'll still have to chop off your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"He went to the cabinet and took out an axe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I watched with considerable dread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"But it's only my finger stuck up my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's only a finger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Perhaps we can yank it out with a hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tied to some surgical thread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe we can try that," he replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Rather than chop off your head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I'm never going to pick it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now learned my lesson," I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I won't stick my finger up my nose -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll stick it in my ear instead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Brian Patten&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115046565770520282?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115046565770520282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115046565770520282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115046565770520282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115046565770520282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/cute-poem-day-i-got-my-finger-stuck-up.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115044117131368274</id><published>2006-06-16T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:06:16.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LD CAMP</title><content type='html'>SO FUN SO FUN !! ld camp ROCKED! lol ill continue later. i gotta go bathe now..i just came back HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115044117131368274?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115044117131368274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115044117131368274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115044117131368274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115044117131368274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/ld-camp.html' title='LD CAMP'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-115019781721920364</id><published>2006-06-13T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:23:37.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hannah looks into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;She does not catch the eye of the girl in it. She is afraid, frightened, of what she would see. She looked at the raven black hair, obscuring an eye; the sallow, pale skin; the svelte waist; the slender epitome. With a sigh, she picked up her bag and walked out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;She passes the study. Books were strewn haphazardly everywhere. She looks at them in disgust. 'Books, what good were they?'she thought. She took one up, and her nose crinkled. ‘Ways to communicate with your child’, ‘Emotional Control’, ‘How to tell your child you love him/her’. Useless self-help books. Hannah threw them away. Her mum never loved her.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop deluding yourself," she whispers. It did not turn out the way she wants it and she whimpers. Her voice sounds weak, a harsh whisper.&lt;br /&gt;She walks to the kitchen, a familiar fluttering of paper catching her ears. Automatically, she heads for the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;‘Breakfast is on the table. You know that I love you. Love, Mum.’ The note reads.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah scrunches it up and it dropps into the bin, almost soundlessly, the faintest noise of paper against paper, other notes that she throws away as well. She eats the breakfast, and walks toward school.&lt;br /&gt;That handsome boy walking through the corridors smiles at Hannah, a sparkle of recognition in his eyes. She smiles back in acknowledgement, for he is her god brother. A wink was another thing they exchanged, and satisfied that he got her message, she walked off. The girls around her looks in envy, it is not everyday that Chris ever smiles at them. Hannah reaches into her pocket as she walks away. Her present was safe.&lt;br /&gt;Chris was waiting for her at the basketball court, where Hannah stood, in solitary silence. He beams at her, and Hannah feels a sudden pang of sadness. She was desolate, alone. His warm smile did not warm her icy heart. But she smiles back anyway; he was too nice to her. They walk down the road, side by side, talking about daily topics. The weather, school, and how things were going on for both of them. "Good," she hears herself say, but her fingers are crossed. Chris looks almost perfect, perhaps with the exception of the haircut Mum had forced him to cut. She really has bad taste. She is bad.&lt;br /&gt;They crossed the road, walked down the streets, and now, through the dark alley. Chris’s always worried for her. "Molesters and rapists," he says. Such a sweet brother. She should love him. But Hannah didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;"Chris."&lt;br /&gt;He stopped, and turned to her, anticipation dancing in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday," she breaths, and thrust her present into his stomach. A dagger. His knees buckle, while her eyes twinkled in delight. His fingers wrapped around the dagger in sheer agony, his knuckles turning white. She wanted him to fall, to close his eyes, to show that he is weak, but he did not. He continued kneeling, and painfully, slowly, lifted up his beautiful head.&lt;br /&gt;"I figured…someday something bad would…h-happen. Considering…t-that your mum" a gasp "poisons you with loving…meaningless words every day." He chokes. He could speak no further, and Hannah feels her self satisfaction growing extensively more. Until he points his finger to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;"Love…" he whispers.&lt;br /&gt;She knew what he meant. It was a secret sign they used to have when they were younger. Her abusive father hated the word ‘love’. Chris and she used it whenever they wanted to express their affection for each other. She shakes her head in disbelief. That was when she was young and naïve. No one could possibly love her. Those who do are liars. She shuts her eyes tight, willing herself to stop letting Chris affect her so.&lt;br /&gt;There was a sudden sound of footsteps. Hannah spins around, and her eyes interlocks with a boy’s. He had seen her, but she merely smiles and walked on.&lt;br /&gt;Mum was home when she got back. Her heart was a void, unfeeling and cold; it has been so ever since the day Mum said those words to her.&lt;br /&gt;"You don’t love me, Mum."&lt;br /&gt;"I do. I love you more than anyone in the world."&lt;br /&gt;"Then why is there Chris? Am I not enough for you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just needed a boy. Something different."&lt;br /&gt;"Chris is perfect. You love him. You hate me."&lt;br /&gt;"No, love. I love both of you."&lt;br /&gt;"Then why do you keep me at home every day?"&lt;br /&gt;"That’s because you are too adorable for other people to look at. They may want to snatch you away from me."&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you make sure my hair covers my face every second before I got to school? Am I too ugly for you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Your cheek…but you're beautiful in your own way"&lt;br /&gt;"Liar! Liar! Liar!"&lt;br /&gt;Hannah covered her ears, the words still resonating in her mind so clearly after so many years. Mum is in the study again. Those good for nothing books. Nothing she does now will change Hannah and how much her hatred burns for her. She enters her room soundlessly, basking in the excitement of seeing the reaction on her mum’s face when the news of Chris’s death reaches her.&lt;br /&gt;She looked into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;She caught the eye of the girl in it. She was no longer afraid, frightened, of what she would see. She looked at the neck length shiny raven black hair, obscuring her pretty eyes; the sallow, pale skin; the svelte waist; the slender epitome.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, she combed her hair back, making it tuck behind her ears. Her left cheek was horribly disfigured; yet was she ugly? She did not want to believe it. But the truth remains, Hannah was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She heard the sound of sirens approaching her house. The moment it stopped, Mum burst into her room, wide-eyed in shock. Horror, disbelief and anguish filled her contorted face.&lt;br /&gt;So this is her reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah smiles, listening to the scattered footsteps of the policemen outside her room.&lt;br /&gt;She is in peace.&lt;br /&gt;"I hate you."&lt;br /&gt;Who said it? It did not matter.&lt;br /&gt;They hated each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-115019781721920364?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/115019781721920364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=115019781721920364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115019781721920364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/115019781721920364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/hannah-looks-into-mirror.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114985394009436583</id><published>2006-06-09T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:55:15.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;EE-yup folks! and im back! now i have a series of awards to present to some VERY special people! well i shall present one prize every time i update my blog! to start off with, i shall present the "BEST TABLE-MATE AWARD 2006" and the award goes to!! *drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHENG LIQI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this prize has been presented to the above mentioned for her invaluable support and caring and love! she totally RAWKS! i feel that she has been an unforgettable contributer to my life in rgs so far. she is really helpful and very nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GO LIQI GO LIQI uh-huh-uh-huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(but she still hasnt replied my letter..HRMP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;world cup starts TONITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114985394009436583?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114985394009436583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114985394009436583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114985394009436583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114985394009436583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/ee-yup-folks-and-im-back-now-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114967336161989029</id><published>2006-06-07T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:35:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok so i am pretty bored lah so i shall name 8 people?pairs of people that rock my world. oh by the way, i chose 8 because i was born on the eighth! haha.ego!! ok so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[ in no particular order ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) E.T (eunice &lt;strong&gt;TOH&lt;/strong&gt;)/SAMMY POO!!! They are like my bestest-est-est frens for quite a long time. They are fun loving, and crazier than ME! ahah &lt;3333333333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Wen Fei&amp;Falee- they're uber nice. and though we aren't like soul-mates that know each other to the deepest ends of our hearts, they still RAWK my SAWKS! They're easy to be around and never makes me feel bad. They are also like so understanding and know how to have the best times of their lives!! YAY GURLZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Hanis- She's REALLY sweet. and so fun to be with and get high with! ahha she laughs a LOT and is uber hyper! =p she's like one of the nicest people in 108 and that i have met so far! need i say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Xin ping and Amalina- They are so CUTE and make me feel accpeted! (plus xp hugs me everyday!! haha) they are sweet and never mean. YOU DUDES ROCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) Lava&amp;Lee- they are so CARING and nice and understanding and bonded! they are very mood lifting and funny! and they cutest part, they are almost always TOGETHER! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6)Mansi - i knw her for like more than half my life? she's very very very nice. but pathetic and dumb too..aww its ok mansi i still heart you! HAHA( i hope you are reading this wahahaa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7) Taz - This person..has recently turned emo. for some awkward and weird reason. but i knw her since forever. and i LOVE her! she's very very very nice ( although very evil sometimes) she's always there for me. GO YOU!! and she's currently mad at me. *sobs* but i still think she rawks!! [ and she is too rich for her own good. im jealous]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(She comes under 7 too)Rafiyat- just something random, her birthday is the same day as my brother's! she UBER caring.. a person you can depend on ALL the time. like she's always there for everyone! she has a HUGE heart and is very very very very sweet and i also know her since forever. i love her LOTS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8) Japna and Ankita - they are very very very nice to me. serious i don't know what i would do without you guys (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps: the above was my sincere comments. i really mean it. i think you &lt;s&gt;guys&lt;/s&gt;girls rawk!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh and one (SMALL SMALL) guy that rawks my world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) NABIHAN - he is the most rocking 5 year old kid in the history of this world. you dont get brothers like this one. he is so totally someone that is there for me..EVERYTIME. i spend a lot of time with him and everyday, i grow to love him more and more. GO NABIHAN! (Edit/: nabihan is 6 now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114967336161989029?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114967336161989029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114967336161989029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114967336161989029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114967336161989029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-so-i-am-pretty-bored-lah-so-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114957699055099134</id><published>2006-06-06T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T16:35:43.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok..i knw its a bit too late to be blogging abt this but i was busy..so yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND since i am so lazy, imma go shortcut on the sl project meeting it was quite fun actually(i brought CHOCOLATE!). and again, cuz i am lazy, u can just go read what happened in the beginning by visiting AMALINA's blog! ---------------&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofthisgurl.blogspot.com"&gt;www.confessionsofthisgurl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; haha..see ama, i am promoting ur bloggie. lol and if u read that, u would understand the folowing rubbish&lt;br /&gt;so after chasing cars like crazy , we went to preserve leaves. so me and ama and VAL VAL volunteered... then we went to the other room. i ironed the leaves, ama held the box and valerie got the dirty job of seperating the bad leaves from the good ones. ahha then after doing, we went to collect leaves. valerie got the scooter, then ama took the big bike, i took the small one..then i forgot eexactly what happened, valerie was telling me something, then suddenly, she FELL. it was a bit scary. then after watching her ice her wound me and ama went collecting..well we DID collect. but we also spent a hell lotta time SWINGING and CYCLING to our hearts delight. and we were a bit high lah..it was so FUN! haha then we went back after like so long to hanis' house. then han fed the neighbour's dog batteries. we were like freaked out. then THE BRAVE japna, went and saved the dog from perishing. lol ok.. so the drama then we had more fun..then at the house, while we were eating, wei ying said something funny, then everyone was like laughing..then when everyone almost stopped laughing, i realised that it was really funny, then i busrt out laughing..then ama laughed after me, then she CHOKED like omgshers yah lah..then more stuff happened.. i forgot.. but basically i enjoyed myself! and thats what happened in our first ever SL meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- end of story-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114957699055099134?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114957699055099134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114957699055099134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114957699055099134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114957699055099134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114933043915837182</id><published>2006-06-03T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:27:19.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdo thingayyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LoL..so i haveta do 2 quizzy things..well lava gave me first so i shall answer to hers first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"ok this is how the game goes[:u have to express 8 points u wld want ur perfect lover to be.u have to state the gender of the lover ]:u have to tagg 8 victims..[hehehheehehe]and finally leave a comment on their blog[:ok here goes]:&lt; (oh joy" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that was taken frm darling lava's blog.. well in answer to that...MY PERFECT LOVER WOULD BE MY FUTURE BOYFRIEND TO-BE!! lol...and here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; He must :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) be _ _ _ _ _ _ (my hot future bf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) look like HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) be as sweet as HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) be as HOT as HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) be as polite as HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) must treasure, as HE does(well i duno if he does, BUT HE HAS TO).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) ask me out as HE will soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) dunno..be rich? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha next quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Instructions : Name 20 people you can think at the top of your head. don't read the questions before you write, and tag 10 people to do this survey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) Mansi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Xin Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Wen fei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) Falee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) Liqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) Lava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9) Miin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10) Rafiyat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11) Taz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12) Azira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13) Derek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14) Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15) Aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16) Adnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17) PETE WENTZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18) Ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19) June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20) Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how do you meet 14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel. &lt;/strong&gt;erm..school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what would you do if you never met 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mansi&lt;/strong&gt;. She's like my BEST fren..i would like feel empty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miin and Orlando Bloom.&lt;/strong&gt; ill so kill them. Miin for two timing me and him. and him for not loving me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;did you ever like 19?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June.&lt;/strong&gt; DUH!! she so NICE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liqi and Pete Wentz. &lt;/strong&gt;yes they are both really nice people.but sadly pete is MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;describe 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xin ping&lt;/strong&gt;. she is UBER sweet. and very very nice. and i &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amelia&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, she is quite pwetty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tell me something about 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lava. IS SO NICE and CARING and is so SWEET to everyone!!! need i say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azira.&lt;/strong&gt; erm..not really.i dont know her well. but i will FIND OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what is 8's favourite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amelia. Why you so interested in her? She loves SAILING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what would you do if 18 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed.&lt;/strong&gt; erm..he is YOUNGER than me? so..i will kinda freak out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what language does 15 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt;. English and Chinese..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who is 9 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miin. &lt;/strong&gt;Uh i think she is going out with UH...ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how old is 16 now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adnan.&lt;/strong&gt;erm 16?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek&lt;/strong&gt;. last weekwho's 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;would you date 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wen Fei.&lt;/strong&gt; If she were a guy, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;would you date 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lava.&lt;/strong&gt; and if she were a guy..sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is 15 single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt;. yes. the last time i checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what's 10's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafiyat&lt;/strong&gt;. Rob(spelling?). im so CLEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taz.&lt;/strong&gt; erm we have been friends like forever. that serious enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what school does 3 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xin Ping.&lt;/strong&gt;Raffles Girls' School..she is in my class DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where does 6 live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liqi.&lt;/strong&gt; erm..i think in Kembangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falee&lt;/strong&gt;. SHE RAWKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now the fun part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I TAG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;erm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) AMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) WEN FEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) FALEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) LAVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) LIQI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) TIAN YUAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) RAFIYAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) XIN PING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114933043915837182?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114933043915837182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114933043915837182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114933043915837182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114933043915837182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/weirdo-thingayyy.html' title='weirdo thingayyy'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114922691628260784</id><published>2006-06-02T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:52:17.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ohkay so this is a very weird day so far. my friends were at my house. and we were having a BLAST of a time!! it was awesome!! haha anyway at a point, we were disussing &lt;strong&gt;drugs, drinking, stealing and lying&lt;/strong&gt;. and, i would &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; steal. Now you might say that'a because i pretty much get everything i want. And while that isn't exactly true, it is definitely true that i've never known what it's like to really need something (like food, unless you count the time when i was 7 and very hungry after having dinner and the maid refused to give me anything to eat, saying i was a pig.like WHAT THE HELL!! and the occasional times im broke...) and not be able to afford it. So maybe i shouldn't say 'never' and just say that under my socio-economic circumstances, i would &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the lying part..that was a bit trickier. Because if you're going to be technical about it, ofcourse i tell various sort-of and almost lies to my parents on occasions. But most of them are absolutely necessary, in-the-interest-of-family-harmony lies. and if you're going to be SUPER-technical.wait no, its better you don't go to that part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ANYWAY. now i shall introduce you to my HOT HOT going-to-be boyfriend. wait.no..its not safe. later my cousins/teachers/parents/bla bla or someone drop by this place and see his(my hot hot future-boyfriend) they'll kill me..but still, HE IS SO UBER HAWT!!..ahhhhhh hot hot hot hot hot hot hot..actually ama told me not to announce my love for him yet..so i shan't..but you should have fouund out by now that j'aime &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i.&lt;3.you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114922691628260784?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114922691628260784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114922691628260784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114922691628260784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114922691628260784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/bored.html' title='bored..'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114916210934670434</id><published>2006-06-01T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T16:39:12.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Does this word mean anything to you? Probably not. Because you've never felt it before. Why would you care. It's not like you're the one suffering. Its not like you care. You don't know what its like when nothing feels alright. You aren't stuck inside a &lt;strong&gt;false&lt;/strong&gt; life. You might never know what it feels when all around you, you see the world rushing by, yet no one sees you. almost an empty world, one of nothingness. You don't feel the sorrow, the pain of being hurt. When all you could have ever wanted crumbles in front of your very eyes, do you even know how much it kills you?&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so leave me alone. honestly its so stupid. You just smile that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smile, laugh that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; laugh of yours and say its alright. Its so obvious you're gloating. &lt;strong&gt;get out of my face&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't need you here, you aren't making me feel any better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g.o.a.w.a.y.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114916210934670434?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114916210934670434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114916210934670434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114916210934670434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114916210934670434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-is-wrong.html' title='Something is wrong.'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114908956491132538</id><published>2006-05-31T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:32:44.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting back report book in 12 hours. shit. im so bloody dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114908956491132538?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114908956491132538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114908956491132538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114908956491132538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114908956491132538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-back-report-book-in-12-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114908346485139758</id><published>2006-05-31T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:51:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbishness..can be fun</title><content type='html'>omg so &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today was like weird! so i went to school with mansi this morning to see ms tay...history stuff lah. not fun!! then i met wen fei! haha i was like gona meet her at 1.30 but then when she smsed me i was like still halfway with the ms tay class thingy. and then naturaly i turned up LATE. but i hope wen fei didnt mind. then we went taka. we were supposed to go to kinokuniya.but it was CLOSED..so PISSED but never mind then we wandered around aimlessly..doing basically nothing. THENwe went to EAT wen fei bought this three scoop ice cream thingy..it was tasty..i stole from her. i bought this brownie it was tasty too ok! then met falee-poo at the guess store( then she stole my brownie too..haha) then we wandered around aimlessly(again) and decided to eat at mcdonalds but then we bought the KFC things instead and wen fei was like 'WHAT now the mcdonalds staff are gona throw us out' then she rushed and bought pepsi. then we ate while wen fei 'flirted' with ed. she swears she wasnt flirting..but whateva. oh then i got falee to open sauce for me then she squirted it out on the cheese and mayo..then poured pepsi on it..GROSS..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/Image(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/Image%28010%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then for fun we went to eds house hes like SO RICH..and CUTE! like small boy cute lah..AWWWWW i took a pic of him..then stupidly deleted it. like EEEE then we went cck.wen fei was desperately trying to run away from the neoprint shop. but me and falee took her hostage..well a bit over but nvm, THEN TOOK NEOPRINTS!! like i was writing 'chio' on one pic.then suddenly dunno what happen then the thing disappear then we werellike shocked but the pics turned out good! yay! lol it was a fun filled day of rubbish.! and i ENJOYED IT! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/pic2!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/pic2%21%21.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/pic3!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/pic3%21%21.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/pic!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/pic%21%21.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114908346485139758?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114908346485139758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114908346485139758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114908346485139758'/><link 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href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/backstreet.htm"&gt;http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/backstreet.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its very FUNKAYEE&lt;br /&gt;go check it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang to the tune of the POWER PUFF GIRL THEME SONG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesbians,&lt;br /&gt;they like to bitch with each other.&lt;br /&gt;ga-ays,they only play with the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;homos,&lt;br /&gt;they are the greatest of all.&lt;br /&gt;weird people need some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA...i still think jia hui is a guys name ama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114872918464015668?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114872918464015668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114872918464015668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114872918464015668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114872918464015668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/05/homo.html' title='HOMO!!'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114872773573619087</id><published>2006-05-27T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:02:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy happy 8 years of standing u alien dear. lol lets go pig out now. haha..i LOVE U!forever and ever and ever..imma give u ur prezzy NOW. i miss u like crap and i knw u miss me too..not fair. u r going out with me NOW. cool! lol  &lt;333333333333333333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok..anyway..next POINT this is a tribute to all the broke people like me in the world. a anni and ama inspired and created ORIGINAL prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH you broke people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;may allah bless ur broke buttocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and may all the broke people be fixed again.amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YAY! we love u brokes now LAST point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a song about LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Barney gave us HIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wanted a hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But barney wanted more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So i got trapped by a DINOSAUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;proudly presented to u by AMA darling..lame but CUTE! yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114872773573619087?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114856514130462963</id><published>2006-05-25T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:52:21.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS POOT POOT MANIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hi people!! haha..im BORED! i love POOT POOTs.. haha lol you wouldnt know what that means..but they are so SEXAYYEE!!so green and fat and JUMPY..haha lol sorry if im grossing u out..lol but w.e ohh 2moro sch HOLS start..WHO HOOOOOO imma watch pirates of the carribean!yay! lol i go for now..BYEE MY LOVELY LOVELY NOTE IS LOST FOREVER!! evil jiya..take away my 50 dollar note..hrmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114856514130462963?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-23949234.post-114812857746170136</id><published>2006-05-20T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:07:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your silence is killing me</title><content type='html'>my arms hurt, my feet hurt, my legs hurt, my body is aching. As if its not bad enough. yet you have to ignore me like this. its killing me. STOP IT. if you want to leave, just do. And make it clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so after the depressing bit, I WENT TO HANIS' HOUSE TODAY! SO FUNN!!!lol pink...haha ok nvm..that was totally random..HANIS RAWKS! ahah im crazy...gahh...finish this later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114812857746170136?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114812857746170136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114812857746170136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114812857746170136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114812857746170136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-silence-is-killing-me.html' title='Your silence is killing me'/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114804228980673323</id><published>2006-05-19T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:38:09.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my blog is like dying? i duno whata say..omg so today had NAPFA 2.4 km lah then i got what i wanted! then i was so nervous b4 running that i wrote a will to for hanis if i died in the process of runnin the 2.4...lol i promised hanis my wallet, japna my pencil case. Then i wanted to be buried with my nametag so that people wont steal my name..etc it was dam stupid lah but so FARNIE!!! lol i was like hyperventilating.then it was so scary the run was even WORSE..i was like dying,  i got stitches when i was on the 2nd round only!!like wtf! but the people were so supportive! lol THX U GUYS! i was like gonna cry cuz suddenly i cudnt breathe..im such a hopeless runner.then after the run ,  my legs were shaking..bla bla..then me n xin ping n ama went to class..then wasted time there..then i wrote a tribute to ama on the board..cuz i LURBS her! yayy!! lol then went to canteen then i saw AUDREY! but ama's eyes were kuku n she thought audrey was hannah...so weird..then took the bus HOME..then realised there was no one at home..now im friggen wet..sitting here...NIWAE BYE! oh n wen fei, your one of the weirdest yet coolest frens, EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114742646499449667</id><published>2006-05-12T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:35:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;so, I WENT OUT TODAY.yay! and fifi was in such a good mood, the sweetheart bought me a NEW WALLET..ah shes so filthy rich.i mean shes the kinda people who can waste 100 bucks a day and feel as if she spend too little.omg! haha i feel RICH whoo hoo.haah...hannah is mean.she thinks i am lying.but whateva my world does not revolve arnd her crude comments.(and if she is reading this:HAH) lol..niwae..then im gonna be a MODEL! yay mann...lol ok...nothing impt..but whateva..HAHA&lt;/s&gt; omg im sounding like a bimbo..CUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114742646499449667?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114742646499449667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114742646499449667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114742646499449667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114742646499449667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-i-went-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114727265506735319</id><published>2006-05-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:50:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is kuku.something is really wrong with it. i mean the links are like SCREWED then the tags arent appearing then the ENTRIES are not appearing aiyo..got english n math 2moro...gtg nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114727265506735319?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114727265506735319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114727265506735319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114727265506735319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114727265506735319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-blog-is-kuku.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114692862195692161</id><published>2006-05-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:19:32.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yesterday was rather ok..except i was greeted in school by mansi and ashis stupid song about my supposed 'love' it was friggen annoying..but somewhat cute..im dying i dont feel like updating..die.i HATE this.die.kill.annihilate the world.i dun feel like doing this..i shall continue later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I LOST EVERYTHING WHEN YOU LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; (this phrase is stuck in my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114692862195692161?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114692862195692161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114692862195692161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114692862195692161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114692862195692161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-yesterday-was-rather-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114665021154583007</id><published>2006-05-03T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:56:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please just don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do&lt;br /&gt;Be with me please I beseech you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run away&lt;br /&gt;Catch you if I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall, down your face&lt;br /&gt;The taste, is something new&lt;br /&gt;Something that I know&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is, easiest when I am around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bottle up old love,&lt;br /&gt;And throw it out to sea,&lt;br /&gt;Watch it away as you cry&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed&lt;br /&gt;The seasons go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do&lt;br /&gt;Be with me please I beseech you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run away&lt;br /&gt;Catch you if I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, day to day it goes through&lt;br /&gt;My lips, are sealed for her&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is,&lt;br /&gt;Tied to, a dream of being with you&lt;br /&gt;To settle for less, is not what I prefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bottle up old love,And throw it out to sea,&lt;br /&gt;Watch it away as you cry&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed&lt;br /&gt;The seasons go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do&lt;br /&gt;Be with me please I beseech you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run away&lt;br /&gt;Catch you if I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer time, the nights are so long&lt;br /&gt;The leaves fall down, and so do I into the arms of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Winter nights&lt;br /&gt;My bedside is cold, for I am gone&lt;br /&gt;And spring blossoms you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer time, the nights they are so long&lt;br /&gt;The leaves fall down, and so do I into the arms of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Winter nights&lt;br /&gt;My bedside is cold, for I am gone&lt;br /&gt;And spring blossoms you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with this song.and i am depressed.alas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114665021154583007?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114645790886576818</id><published>2006-05-01T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:31:48.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YAY!yesterday was steffis bdae party..then went bowling!lotta fun!her house is too pretty to live in I WANT A HOUSE LIKE THAT!ahh.yah then we watched garfield at her house...oh then watched a video of j.lo performing..omg  her backup dancer is so GAY!ew...then he did tap dance he looked ew.we found him so hilaarios we went and took pics of his face and group photos in front of him had a LOT of fun!yay!haha then now i am like revising my math..and i duno anything im so gonna fail it..NOOO...so i called mizah.she helped me!so SWEET! but she cudnt explain properly on the phone so she said she will explain tomoro!haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I like just realised my blog is like totally DEAD.no one tags it..its old..i gotta go and do something about it! TAG TAG TAG PEOPLE...idiots..i should update it more often too...but im lazy lah...GO LAVA! u rock! haha...random comment..tata for now niwae!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114645790886576818?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114645790886576818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114645790886576818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114645790886576818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114645790886576818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/05/yayyesterday-was-steffis-bdae-party.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114571335009056203</id><published>2006-04-22T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:42:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/da2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/da2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/da3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/da3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2148/2480/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i had a bangla exam today and french yesterday.imma fail BOTH.first time failing something...how utterly painful.i regret not studying.now haveta pay the price.but i promise.next time ill try harder.i mean it.really.feel like dying.the day was bad enough.except saw some old frens.missed them like hell.&lt;33&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114571335009056203?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114571335009056203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114571335009056203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114571335009056203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114571335009056203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-had-bangla-exam-today-and-french.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114553354232560585</id><published>2006-04-20T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:45:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to support netball b div today. we lost.but oh well. it was an experience then it started to rain.got wet cuz i didnt hav umbrella so shared with farah.miin shared with her fren.hamizah shared with farahs fren. then me miza miin took mrt. were drenched..made the seats wet.well abit wet only.ate at mcd with miin. discussed intellectual stuff.whether whore is pronounced hore or wore. lol.then came home with her.talked to our fren on the phone.THENN=tomoro gonna start sewing..then gort french controle.gah.this sucks.life sucks. WE ARE ALL GONNA DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114553354232560585?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114553354232560585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114553354232560585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114553354232560585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114553354232560585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-to-support-netball-b-div-today.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114527840504247864</id><published>2006-04-17T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T20:53:25.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hie dearest blog darling..so today was dam uneventful, except the fact that today i did a practice of fridays mini controlled "de francaise" test...dam difficult la got the oral thing also..afraid imma fail ok..any way i shall rite everything that happened in point form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TODAY&lt;br /&gt;-bangladesh lost to aussie..in cricket..curse them..i swear aussie was bloody losing badly..it was the 5th day of games..bullshit ok&lt;br /&gt;-hannah gave me postcards.so sweet.but then she spent the rest of the day saying she hated me..mean sia she..but w/e..who cares..she didnt really mean it though did she?cuz i dun see what i did to hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;-had french..ashima didnt come lah..but came home with iniya..catched up on stuff after a long time.then ate like a pig..&lt;br /&gt;-wrote 4 letters for ppl in math..thats a personal record la.never wrote so many letters in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;-writing to keshia the best-est senior ever.&lt;br /&gt;-miss my old frens&lt;br /&gt;-am reflecting on stuff...for the first time..n realising how much my life sucks...anyway..i shall..well stay here..alone..and think.&lt;br /&gt;-something dying inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114527840504247864?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114527840504247864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114527840504247864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114527840504247864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114527840504247864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/04/hie-dearest-blog-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114509385239665799</id><published>2006-04-15T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:37:32.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YAY! i like the new and improved blog layout.. i just cant seem to put the song in lehh..so sad ok! well the new theme is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATRED&lt;/span&gt;! WEEEEEEE ahahha..i dunno i am going delusional..i duno lah..today i met a few of my frens lah n they noticed too i am like going crazier than normal.and if you knoe me, i can be like uber &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRAZEE&lt;/span&gt;!lol..n then just now..i was eating lollipo(O)p then i like started laughing like mad..and attracted a queer stare from my daddy.anyway.this post is like totally random.i like am uber bored!! but i have like a huge pile of homework but dun feel like doing le anyway.so i got a song stuck in my head...it was pumped into my head by rafiyat...stupid lah she..now i keep playing the song..its driving me mad..but i keep wanting to hear it..anyway...TAG MY BLOG...its so dead..no fair okkk need to put in a song...need to...urgent..anyway!! i shall leave u miserable pepul to read this useless entry.BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS.Flowers For Algernon is dam sad.I LOVE IT.I WANT THE BOOK.(hint hint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114509385239665799?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114509385239665799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114509385239665799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114509385239665799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114509385239665799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-i-like-new-and-improved-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114449832278113085</id><published>2006-04-08T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:12:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok..so &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my blog is like worse than dead..so i tell you about sports fest..basically it was DAMN FUN..so me n hamizah n hanis n boon yi(except she wasnt actually screaming like the other extras aka us)  were like screaming like our hearts out then hanis's voice BROKE..like really BROKE then no sound come out one!! oh yah she had danced mass dance in shorts..she sat on chewing gum so cannot wear cullotes..anyway..then cheer cheer till hanis have to leave with broken voice..then got bored lah so got siti to scream with us. then went to get milo..the ama so kiasu lah she..go drink 3 cups then sum more from me..then even MORE...shes so dam weird its cute..i  think shes very cute lah.and im not calling her ugly la.shes cute n adorable.anyway..then went to the richard place cheer for richard dunno why. THEN i went BACK to hadley and SAW DEREK. dam surprised to see him..like havent seen him for so long!! nyway then talked lah..then went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dilly-dally-ing with hannah(idiot..i swear she was trying to get me lost..i just know it! but she is very nice all the same..i didnt just say that!)..then went on the way back went with miza,mansi,n gang,miin,vidya,they all.. we went macdonalds then eat there lo then they going to leave but miin n i bought FOOD so they stayed and stole our food then go home lorh..oh on the way ashima SLAPPED derek. like seriously slapped then gort SOUND..i kinda freaked out ok..but still derek didnt make a scene. GO DEREK! u rock man..anyway..then went got off the mrt..walked with mansi n miin then me n miin kissed mansi..dunno why and mansi was awfully disgusted..anyway..then today was ORA..met a lot of people yay! wait..i gtg i fill u on that LATER...oh im planning on changing my blog skin..i should ritte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114449832278113085?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114449832278113085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114449832278113085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114449832278113085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114449832278113085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114433555446222485</id><published>2006-04-06T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:59:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its one of the times in my life that i feel lost.well for once..i mean it. i am lost.i feel alone.i need help..but i dont know where to go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114433555446222485?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114433555446222485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114433555446222485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114433555446222485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114433555446222485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-one-of-times-in-my-life-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114355616690062359</id><published>2006-03-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:29:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO, day before yesterday was Amas birthday,yesterday was like Ashima and Japnas birthdays..and today is Aditis.so i, being such a nice nice person, am going to specially, wish them a WONDERFUL year, filled with everything that they could ever wish for! rawk on gurls!ahh..happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, on to the sadness.my seat has been changed..i mean, i am like still at the back and everything, but now, i dont have the privilege of sitting at the corner..all by my own..well i wasnt technically all by my own, but still, you know, me and window...peace.sanity?BUT NOW, i am like at the middle rown thing...talk about depressing..but otherwise, no objections..i guess..i have like, LiQi and Hannah in the same row-thing as me..so yah..life could have been sadder...anyway...i hate this life..i hate everything,it sux..theres so much homework, so many test thingies..9and results) its freaking me. but i am not  morbid..i just speak my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now, we shall recap on LAST SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so that was the day ashi held her party thing...so me,et,falee,mansi,miza,derek,stan and roger(and ashima..duh) were there...oh you know what, i shall continue this thing later...i need to finish my work stuff...BYE! i like totally LOVE you! like YAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114355616690062359?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114355616690062359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114355616690062359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114355616690062359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114355616690062359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-day-before-yesterday-was-amas.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114301736830309167</id><published>2006-03-22T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:58:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i shall tell you everything in chronological order. firstly, had M.A.D which was a different experience.its amusing how many different kinds of stuff you can get out of a boring subject, name mathematics. Anyway..my group(siti, lena, hamizah &amp;amp; me...duh...) we did this thing, answer questions and then if u get it right, u squirt us...or we squirt u.by squirt, i refer to shooting water at ones face with the help of a gadget called a water gun.twas fun. then we voted for the ones to present on friday..and i voted for our group!! lol..ego..i also voted for 3 other groups..dunno if we even were allowed to vote that many times..hehe. and then got really very wet..was kinda pissed at myself for thinking of using water guns. niwae..after that we did our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;photohunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; DAMN FUN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha. its amazing i mean like people dont even write their advertisements properly but we are all human...then again..im a different kind of human... i make too many mistakes..not the point. but like in just one shopping mall we found so many errors i was amused. that place was bukit panjang mall by the way..then we went to westmall cuz jiya said there was this funny mistake at the carpark there but apparently they had taken it down so we looked for others..and found a rather funny one. then went to choa chu kang..oh by then we had finished finding everythingand we had like A LOT of time left lah! how efficient lol ego..at choa chu kang, we discussed our haiku things...reflections..then!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WE TOOK NEOPRINTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; lol i was very excited for sume reason..it was fun..then jiya left cuz she had track, followed by xin ping and ama cuz they had to go home lah. so since me and hanis and japna were left, we decided to eat something. but hanis broke liao, so we shared my bubbletea haha..japna ate mcflurry and then after eating, we all went home! lol...what memories are made of haha. today..was a rather pleasant day..to round it up...i didnt feel all that depressed..it feels good to be happy.ttyl.bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114301736830309167?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114301736830309167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114301736830309167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114301736830309167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114301736830309167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-shall-tell-you-everything-in.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114292128926704851</id><published>2006-03-21T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:08:09.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walking home from school, he thought about his younger brother, who died in a car accident last month, along with his mother.&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t miss his mother very much. She’d been a drug addict and never paid attention to her two sons. She even pretended to ignore the scars on her older sons arms.&lt;br /&gt;His father however was perfectly fine with both his son and wife dead, as long as he still had one of his sons to beat when he was drunk or angry it didn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;When he got home from school his father was home drunk, sitting on the couch watching TV as usual.&lt;br /&gt;He went downstairs to his room in the basement and dropped his bag on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;He walked over to his CD player and turned it on. He lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;He glanced over at his clock. 3:27 am. Staring at the clock he wondered, could I have fallen asleep? Or did the clock freeze or something?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting up, he listened to see if he could hear his fathers TV. This wouldn’t really matter though, since his father often fell asleep in front of the damn TV.&lt;br /&gt;The CD player was still going though, so he got up and turned it off, then walked upstairs into the living room.&lt;br /&gt;There was blood on the floor, and behind the couch lay his now dead father.&lt;br /&gt;His father’s throat had been cut and there was blood everywhere on him.&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling down, he put his hand on his father’s still warm, bloody chest.&lt;br /&gt;He felt no grief or sadness over the death if his father, although he did feel curious as to who killed him.&lt;br /&gt;A cold fear gripped him suddenly and he felt a rope tighten around his throat.&lt;br /&gt;He tried to kick at whoever was choking him, but all he struck was empty air.&lt;br /&gt;As he struggled to pull the rope away from his throat, images appeared in his head; his best friend lay dead on the floor of his bedroom, knife in hand, wrist cut open. Another of his friends popped into his mind; he had a gun in his cold dead fingers and a bullet had gone through his head. A picture of his girlfriend with her eyes rolled back into her head, her lying on her back, skin pale, and lifeless. There looked like there was no explanation to her death.&lt;br /&gt;The images still clear in his mind, he made one last attempt to fight his killer, a deep hatred and anger burning inside him. Slowly all of the life and energy disappeared from him.&lt;br /&gt;Just as he thought he wouldn’t be able to hold his breath any longer, he was shoved down to the ground. Clutching at his throat, he gasped for breath, trying to look around and see who had been choking him, but saw no one.&lt;br /&gt;A sudden dread filled his heart, and he knew with certainty that the images he’d seen of his friends were true. So why hadn’t it killed me? He wondered. He wanted to scream in rage, but still hadn’t regained enough breath in his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;He woke up and found himself lying on his bed. Standing up, he glanced at his trembling hands and realized his father’s blood still covered them.&lt;br /&gt;He felt a burning pain in his chest. Everyone he’d ever cared about and who ever cared even the slightest about him besides his brother. Their deaths had been made to look like suicide, but he knew better. None of them had been suicidal and never cut themselves like he did.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he sat up in bed in a cold sweat, breathing hard. Looking at the clock he saw it said 12:01 am. He stared at his hands to see if there was still his father’s blood on them. There was none. Relief flooded into him as he realized it had all been a dream, and he would have another chance to make things right with his friends now that he realized how much he actually cared for and needed them.&lt;br /&gt;He got out of bed and walked over to the mirror on his wall. He stared fixedly at his throat, which had fresh rope burns that were still raw and soar. Suddenly he began to wonder just how much of it had been a dream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;i was bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114292128926704851?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114292128926704851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114292128926704851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114292128926704851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114292128926704851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/03/walking-home-from-school-he-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114256741090289733</id><published>2006-03-17T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:46:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..*..*So yesterday was okok...i mean we had the cpr course n first aid thing and it was rather fun...well first they showed us the theory stuff like the abcs and stuff. and then we got to have a break then after that we did the cpr thing! at first it was fun...the instructer showed us how to do the thing...and so we started then all of a sudden me and mizah were taken to another station cuz our station supposedly had too many people. then things took a boring turn. i mean i wasnt very enjoyable...and too add on to the rubbishness..i totally screwed it up. but gahhhh. then we had that test thing...and the best part was that i did pretty well...i mean i think i did...it was so much better than the practice bit..lol it was fun! oh and we also learnt the choking thing..how to save sum1 while they are choking. like what chest thrust or something lol...it was very...uh....ticklish? and rather ahh nevermind..lol...then lunch..i had lunch with mizah, lena, siti, ain, and next to us sat a girl called min(oh deanna was there too..but we like didnt talk much...not the point..oh btw...i think min is rather nice) and ya..min says that she sees me in 190 every day...oh..i am blind..i swear i have never seen her before...i think its time i get myself glasses. anyway...after that i talked to her like before our bandaging practical thing.she really nice..i like i like..lol. yah back to lunch..so after eating me and siti kinda like ran away from the rest and she went smsing...welli was smsing to..but what the hell. we talked crap..then met mizah and we saw this squirrel both od then saw it and i like had no clue where it was..i stared up the tree and kept staring it wasnt there..in the end they told me it was in front of me..and it was actually then met hanis...we embraced lol..then talked chit chat bla bla blu blu blo blo then we went back..and realised we were early so we took pictures of each other in bandages! then we started the thing again..as lunch time was over oh bandaging! it was weird..me and hamizah bandaged each other we were also shown the cut n stuff...was fun lol..then test..i thought i had screwed up badly but apparently i hadnt lol...then after another practical test, we could go home..the best part was that since me and hamizah were like the first few, we got to leave early! haha..then we took 190 back..oh we went to lot1 too!! haha it was fun...the whole day was memorable..then after that i had to go for a rehearsal cuz im gonna be the emcee for a function at the KK hospital weird i know..but that was kool...i met my friends tazkiah we had fun haha..we didnt actually do the rehearsing part we did everything else! haha anyway gtg now! tata ...(at last..i feel less depressed..it really feels like a change but it wont last i know it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114256741090289733?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114256741090289733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114256741090289733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114256741090289733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114256741090289733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114256302938331867</id><published>2006-03-17T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:37:09.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bla bla testing...my last entry wasnt published i feel so sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114256302938331867?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114256302938331867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114256302938331867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114256302938331867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114256302938331867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/03/bla-bla-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114224597728687220</id><published>2006-03-13T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:17:43.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You complain that i am morbid. That i am too depressed, that i should open up.I say that i am not morbid. I am not depressed. I am just misunderstood. You think that i don't appreciate life. That i don't treasure what i have. But i do. Its just that at this point in my life, nothing seems to go right. But tomorrow all that may change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..so what was that all about.. i am not sure..i just fet like saying that. yes i knoe i am wierd, i am special, i am me! lol i am super uber bored. i have spent more than half of the day sitting in front of the computer n im well..bored..oh speaking of boredom..go check out my links page...the donot click box...its cute..lol praising myself..a lot ofcredits to lim wei ying..Rock on girl! niwae...gtg enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114224597728687220?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114224597728687220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114224597728687220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114224597728687220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114224597728687220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-complain-that-i-am-morbid.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23949234.post-114221778741490729</id><published>2006-03-13T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:23:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;history of all the blogs that i have ever had in my life. up to date, i have had 3.the first whichs address i had forgotten. the secondbeing on msn space and the third,,this. enjoy reading i will try to update this as often as i can..leave your comments...tag me...anyway..gtg bye..oh by the way the address of my other blog is &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/endofyourlife/"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/endofyourlife/&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23949234-114221778741490729?l=deathbound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/feeds/114221778741490729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23949234&amp;postID=114221778741490729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114221778741490729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23949234/posts/default/114221778741490729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbound.blogspot.com/2006/03/history-of-all-blogs-that-i-have-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>A Beautiful Disaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057391516330865112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
