<?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-8326056374945095704</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:24:41.282+08:00</updated><category term='personal'/><title type='text'>starfire-*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-4799344296579865540</id><published>2009-09-03T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:57:30.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>yes i know i say that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i AM TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you wont know, you will never know because its not the "aww poor you, thats okay take some rest" kind of tired. its the "arrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh KILL ME NOW PLEASE" kind of tired. i'm tired, frustrated, and i cant stop crying. and its not just because i have so much work to do that its weighing me down, its everything else combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand being ungrateful and thats all i ever feel, i would love to do nice things for the people i love and i feel guilty as hell if someone does something nice and i give the wrong reaction of behave stupidly. i'm upset not just because i cant be everything i wanna be, but because its getting to be too much and its scary to feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have any idea what i'm going through?&lt;br /&gt;and on top of that i keep waiting for you to hurt me again. now i'm wondering how different you are from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god please kill me no matter where you send me for exchange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-4799344296579865540?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4799344296579865540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=4799344296579865540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4799344296579865540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4799344296579865540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-120292765853180677</id><published>2009-08-27T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:14:30.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worth</title><content type='html'>good enough.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;not for you, you, you, you or you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well screw you all.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not good enough then too bad for having expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i wish we had never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had never been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please god, please let me go to canada and preferrably die there before i have to come back here to all the expectations and persuations and difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. screw you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-120292765853180677?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/120292765853180677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=120292765853180677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/120292765853180677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/120292765853180677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/08/worth.html' title='worth'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-6700878452360310587</id><published>2009-08-09T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:11:12.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insecurity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure.&lt;br /&gt;I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle.&lt;br /&gt;But if you can’t handle me at my worst,&lt;br /&gt;then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;— Marilyn Monroe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I figure my friends are right. They envy the stability that i seem to have in life but at the end of it i'm not too sure that IS what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not saying i dont have it. i'm saying i'm not stable within myself to believe in it. How do i know what i have is going to last? how do i know what i believe in will stay that way? How do i know that what i have is really what i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its all this thats driving me over the edge. all this and the fact that i'm officially beyond the point where i could take it all in and spit out the parts which i dont want to remember. Its like this, once you push me there, i know you can do it again. and the thing is that i blame myself. for not being adequate, for being too little, for wanting too much. but now i blame you, for doing the one thing i never thought you would. for feeding the insecurity which has hindered me all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm appreciating this time that you're giving me, mainly because you dont have a choice, but i'm also realising that i'm okay with being alone. I dont have to face expectations, i dont have to worry everytime i do something, i dont have to think of things which will go wrong. i know i wouldnt like to be alone forever, but i do know that i'm okay with even that. i cant break the heart which i dont own, cant do something to the person i dont need to answer to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but then again i miss you. and i think of you at each and every turn in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when will i make my decision? when will i figure out what i want? is it too soon to figure out what i want in life, or should i have done that a long time ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the questions i cant seem to find the answers to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;but thank you. i want this time and i'm glad you're actually giving it to me. it means much more than you can imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-6700878452360310587?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6700878452360310587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=6700878452360310587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6700878452360310587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6700878452360310587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/08/insecurity.html' title='insecurity'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-71493337161409367</id><published>2009-08-07T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:54:44.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts.</title><content type='html'>i got my modules!! WOOHOO!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what i want anymore. i know, i know, whats new right? but i really really dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i want to do well in life, i know i want to go on an exchange programme to a whole new country, i know i want stability and love, but the little things in life which people really do know about i dont have a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what will make me happy, i dont know how i want you to act, i dont know if i even want this in life. at all. i need guidance, i need freedom, i need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problem is, i dont know where to get it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-71493337161409367?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/71493337161409367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=71493337161409367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/71493337161409367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/71493337161409367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughts.html' title='thoughts.'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-1344902712707794273</id><published>2009-08-04T11:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:11:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/Snew0ino28I/AAAAAAAAAws/VbuoHceZ9MQ/s1600-h/03082009295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/Snew0ino28I/AAAAAAAAAws/VbuoHceZ9MQ/s200/03082009295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951897727982530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Meet simba, who likes to think my stuffed toy is his mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH digression, but i broke my toenail. Not in the bimbotic, OMG I BROKE A NAIL way, but more like, ARGH MY NAIL CAME OFF way. frigging painful man, even if i wash my feet. dunno how to take a shower and come out with dirty feet so it hurts all the time. look, gross photo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/Snewz2Jr2QI/AAAAAAAAAwc/YoOOH-A6_cE/s1600-h/03082009282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/Snewz2Jr2QI/AAAAAAAAAwc/YoOOH-A6_cE/s200/03082009282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951885791189250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay heres my face to make you all puke more. hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/Snew0CCf_NI/AAAAAAAAAwk/c2UZQzrBkys/s1600-h/03082009314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/Snew0CCf_NI/AAAAAAAAAwk/c2UZQzrBkys/s200/03082009314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951888982277330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simba is my 5 month old puppy who i love v v v much, and he likes to climb on my head and eat ice cream like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewzVsN-_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/ywx_Y66QQv8/s1600-h/28062009043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewzVsN-_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/ywx_Y66QQv8/s200/28062009043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951877077662706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We usually carry him like a baby, coz thats the way he likes it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewzGKPNfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/q8jFp5Jvj9g/s1600-h/28062009017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewzGKPNfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/q8jFp5Jvj9g/s200/28062009017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951872908604914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simba also thinks he is a lot bigger than he actually is, and makes it a point to attack my huge polar bear just because the polar bear isnt alive and simba is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewkU7RibI/AAAAAAAAAwE/kI1ZU2u8R4A/s1600-h/28062009013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewkU7RibI/AAAAAAAAAwE/kI1ZU2u8R4A/s200/28062009013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951619174336946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also enjoys sleeping at my feet under my study table looking highly adorable and squishy. i have to be very careful because i usually have this HUgE urge to kick him when he sleeps like this -grins evilly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewkJnKffI/AAAAAAAAAv8/n_NFmzJr9A0/s1600-h/28062009021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewkJnKffI/AAAAAAAAAv8/n_NFmzJr9A0/s200/28062009021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951616137199090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LoVE SIMBA he's so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewjlFtPlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/xSETffXORho/s1600-h/28062009041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewjlFtPlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/xSETffXORho/s200/28062009041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951606333193810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewjdRE0wI/AAAAAAAAAvs/x2ZgU3NIHq0/s1600-h/28062009010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SnewjdRE0wI/AAAAAAAAAvs/x2ZgU3NIHq0/s200/28062009010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951604233392898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frigging cute, all wrapped up in my blanket (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/Snewi-kqwEI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hq0b19sifHM/s1600-h/28062009009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/Snewi-kqwEI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hq0b19sifHM/s200/28062009009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365951595994071106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He barks so much at 5 in the morning to wake us up its annoying. i woke up today, with the full intention of smacking his butt for being so noisy, but he wagged his tail so hard and nearly gave me a bath with his tongue so i gave a futile sigh and went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no use la, this kind of thing is too cute so you cant quite summon up enough to hit him. -shakes head-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS YOU LONDONBOY ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheers~&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/8326056374945095704-1344902712707794273?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1344902712707794273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=1344902712707794273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1344902712707794273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1344902712707794273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/08/starfire.html' title='Simba'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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/_2vjMAx9pmUE/Snew0ino28I/AAAAAAAAAws/VbuoHceZ9MQ/s72-c/03082009295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-8393416121406918128</id><published>2009-07-31T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:12:28.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>WHY WHY WHY WONT BLOGGER LET ME PUT PICTURES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-8393416121406918128?l=stormagainstthewindow.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-8326056374945095704.post-892982853633348590</id><published>2009-07-26T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:11:59.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>junoon</title><content type='html'>tags: shilin, i might see you on wed or thurs depending on when your dance is, mdm khamiliah might ask me to come back and help out since i'm professionally a dancer (:&lt;br /&gt;wei jeng: yup! i'm moving to palm gardens (:&lt;br /&gt;eugene: OMG ur damn bhb right :P no lor i so dont want to see you so annoying hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 330 last night, and woke up at 830 today! -pats self on back-&lt;br /&gt;Okay i didnt intend to wake up, i was just reaching out for my phone, but when my mom opened the door she was so happy i was up before 12 i decided to stay up sighhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet i'm gonna fall over asleep very soon since its 12 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the house is in such a mess, bags and boxes everywhere. I guess i have to get used to the fact that i'm REALLLYYY MOVING ARGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT BODY SHOP MOISTURIZER AND TONER. but must wait till next pay siiighhhss. or, I could ask/bug/threaten someone to buy it for me -evil smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking the other day, whats the point of life if i'm just going to hate and hold grudges and feel annoyed at every little thing that happens? my blog says let go and let live. But i'm not doing that. i'm not doing what I believe in, i'm indulging in the very things i hate. and its driving me up a wall. i'm driving everyone away from me, and procastinating on change. I keep getting pissed off with someone and later i'm thinking, WTH what is the point of this! ): (and then i get all sad) but why? i mean why am i wasting my time getting that pissed off when i can just... not be pissed off? I can laugh it off, not think of it and go on to things that matter more like being more committed in my family. but i do no such thing. maybe i should, starting from august. (YES i know i said i wont procastinate) but i want a new beginning. and whats better than a new month right? okay for this week i'll start with: no more cabs. =D i will be a bus and train person all the way WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;no more wasting MONEYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or so i hope GAHS. still havent paid my bill. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i was gna put a pic but blogger wont let me and i'm a bit bored so i'm gonna go and pack more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-892982853633348590?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/892982853633348590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=892982853633348590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/892982853633348590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/892982853633348590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/07/junoon.html' title='junoon'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-9208163917786301393</id><published>2009-07-25T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:57:20.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damage control</title><content type='html'>awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Blogger has tried to fix the problem. &lt;br /&gt;but its still slightly screwy so i wont really rejoice as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS AH PEOPLE for spamming me so much (: and i read some of your blogs, it feels nice to be appreciated. and yes jx, you totally have to smell my shampoo its awesome. i got the whole set but its three different things and an australian salon brand so i feel damn expensive whenever i use it WOOHOO! the shampoo has champagne, the conditioner has berries and the leave on solution is like aloe vera, green tea and lime. quite cool. plus my hair feels a lot softer (SHIOK CAN!!) so no complaints!! :D but its like 20 bucks la so i dont think i can use it forever unless i get tuitions :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i am searching for like, REALLY hard. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy packing today, its like packing 10 years of life in this house just to move to another, MUCH smaller one in palm gardens, sigh. but i guess its good, i mean swimming pool, air con, and a place for my doggy (: We just had people come and view the place. i'm feeling territorial now, I hate the fact that we have to give them stuff that belongs to us. but oh well if we're getting new ones then i suppose its alright. :S&lt;br /&gt;but i cant decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed to move for now, since technically the house is still ours, but i cant decide if I'm happy with having people living here and using OUR stuff. omg i'm so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;but its understandable right, i mean it is our house and it has been for the past decade. and since i'm just 21, its like half my life has been spent here. haaaiiizzz.. -shakes head forlornly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cheers!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-9208163917786301393?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/9208163917786301393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=9208163917786301393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/9208163917786301393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/9208163917786301393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/07/damage-control.html' title='damage control'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-3268609714412462513</id><published>2009-07-24T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:52:21.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so my blogger is still screwed. Stupid box thingy, i'm starting to wonder if maybe, just MAYBE its my laptop's functionality which needs to be adjusted. NAhh but the kids at school said they were experiencing the same kind of problems so it cant be just me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, I suppose i am being spied on by a couple of you right now :S so stop it and go away! haha..&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, this school experience has been so fun. It was the only job that I have done in the past four years which I actually looked forward to in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I owe a lot of that too the supervisors and my class of 1/8 :D- YES you guys, dont be so bhb about it okay. You seriously made my day by listening to all my stupid stories and co-operating, (to an extent la obviously you guys arent total angels :P) and you seriously have made me consider teaching as  a proper profession. It was lovely stepping into class everyday, you're an awesome bunch of kids.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you all that not only are you all awesome, but you're super lucky to have a teacher like mrs chee. (and no, mrs chee, i'm not saying this just to do well in your confidential form :P:P )&lt;br /&gt;She has done a lot for you guys over the past year, and i know you might not believe it right now, but she really really does care about you (: A LOT. its amazing how much she cares, i didnt even know it was possible to care like that for a bunch of kids in school (:&lt;br /&gt;And just remember, if you EVER need anything, feel free to tag me here or on facebook. if you need extra help with english, i take tuitions, and if your parents would like the extra help i'll be willing to give a unity discount ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here ends my post to you guys, as much as i wanted to really get to know you all better, it really cant happen anymore unless you all ask me out or something but nevermind, we had our time and if any of you dont like me as a teacher, DONT TELL ME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be happy thinking i was liked anyway :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- okay normal post.&lt;br /&gt;It was heartening to see all the goodbyes in school. Most of the teachers gave each other something and i got a whole bunch of chocolates WOOHOO- pimples, here i come. :D&lt;br /&gt;Very surprising. i must say out of everyone there, i'm obv gna miss carol, mrs chee and mrs chan the most.&lt;br /&gt;and the kids, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to newer and much more awesome stuff with my beloved NTU starting again soon. I miss the corridors, the rooms, the spine, the lectures, the EVERYTHING! (omg i'm such a nerd)&lt;br /&gt;but i do, and i'm so happy its gonna be restarting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i changed my shampoo. my hair is now washed with a super awesome expensive shampoo that has frigging champagne extracts :S i just hope i dont see alcoholics nearby, having people sucking on your hair would really dampen the mood, no? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;YUCK i just imagined that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gtg out later must decide awesome clothes instead of my aunty-wear to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HELLO STOP SPamMING me can. hahaha i just saw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-3268609714412462513?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3268609714412462513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3268609714412462513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3268609714412462513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3268609714412462513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-so-my-blogger-is-still-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-6927745808149554670</id><published>2009-07-21T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:35:42.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay so my blogger is totally screwed. Either that or its my laptop. I'm going to hope its the blogger. haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was just thinking the other day, its so SO unfair that somebody else gets something you THINK you want when he or she totally doesnt deserve it. I mean be it through an influence of someone related to her, or maybe through sheer luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit, i'm jealous. VERY jealous. its not just because she's less talented. AND SHE IS. because it has been proven. and its not because she's prettier. anybody is with the right makeup, havent you SEEN the emails? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its because i know i'm better. and secretly because i know i'm not doing enough to prove it myself. CRAP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If i think about it hard enough i know that probably might not be what i want. That she might have everything but i might have much more. That she might have all the things i'm probably thankful for not having.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT who thinks that hard these days anyway?? haha i shall be content with being vengeful and deceitful and say i'm jealous of her and that she is horrible for having everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;secretly though i doubt what she has means anything. i sure would like to try having it anyway :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-6927745808149554670?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6927745808149554670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=6927745808149554670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6927745808149554670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6927745808149554670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-7506732720672702883</id><published>2009-07-20T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:10:32.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>I just realised how depressing my previous posts are.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even know if i wanna be a teacher anymore. though it might be fun. BUT i'm so frigging scared i'll be boring i dunno if i can risk it. I mean all i wanna do is be like those teachers I had who were so damn awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitttt a sec. i didnt have such teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait there was ms zhu, mr guru and ms williams.. anddddd ms lim i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i want to be like those sitcom teachers you love. but seriously, how interesting can you make verbs and adjectives? i mean hello, i was dying while preparing for lesson no idea how mrs chee does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes awesome as far as sups go (: i really like the fact that she cares for the kids a lot. I mean when i asked her the first time, her immediate reaction was, "i love them". DESPITE the problems she's having she just wants them to be good kids. which they are, even the suckiest ones. Even when she wants them to behave, its because they're going against the rules. omg i totally rmb tanker and wilbur in secondary school they were SO BAD we hated them. but now if i look back they were reaaaalllyy okay. I look back fondly and i HATED secondary school. OMG i'm old. arghhh.. i really like the class i'm teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though seriously, i think they might think i'm boring -gasps- I KNOW, right? namz and boringgg?? haha but yes i think i am. i dont wanna keep order, i want them to let their hair down and have fun as long as they listen to meeeee. grr.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess as long as the supervisors stay in the class i shouldnt risk too much.&lt;br /&gt;and i'd much rather want them to learn the subject rather than like me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I REFUSE TO BE BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, since when am i boring. -denial-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm obsessing with being boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe a little. but thats coz grammar sucks. big time. even i didnt know all the crap theyre learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever. last class tmr i thinkk.. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-7506732720672702883?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7506732720672702883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=7506732720672702883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7506732720672702883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7506732720672702883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-realised-how-depressing-my.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-3061714887827201031</id><published>2009-07-15T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:40:25.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeeesh</title><content type='html'>incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;distracted.&lt;br /&gt;restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it is when everyone around you seems to be moving at a pace you cant seem to match? when suddenly all the decisions you make seem like life or death situations? when everything suddenly feels so crappy even though you're trying your hardest to make sure everything goes as normally and smoothly as possible? when suddenly you lose interest in everything around you and just feel like lying in your bed all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, school is cool. haha..&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-3061714887827201031?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3061714887827201031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3061714887827201031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3061714887827201031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3061714887827201031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/07/eeeeesh.html' title='eeeeesh'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-190708295728640026</id><published>2009-07-07T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:53:06.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i snap its your fault and at that point i will NOT think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me in a day. i've never been so anti-birthday, EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-190708295728640026?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/190708295728640026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=190708295728640026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/190708295728640026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/190708295728640026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/07/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-2797988767164427735</id><published>2009-07-06T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:14:41.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost.clueless.desperate</title><content type='html'>maybe, i can carve out your name on my heart and everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i could jump off the cliff and pretend i can fly like i do in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is,  i no longer feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and you're not helping.&lt;br /&gt;you never have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-2797988767164427735?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2797988767164427735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2797988767164427735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2797988767164427735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2797988767164427735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/07/lostcluelessdesperate.html' title='lost.clueless.desperate'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-8930938936760698094</id><published>2009-06-28T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:56:39.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate that i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told to listen with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know what i want, i dont know how i want it.. all i know is.. NOT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts knowing how you feel, it hurts knowing you dont think i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i even said yes, now all i do is hurt you more.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm hurting too but i wont tell you. i wont i wont. i'll listen to you and give you my support but i wont tell you how much i'm hurting because i dont deserve your concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-8930938936760698094?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8930938936760698094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=8930938936760698094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/8930938936760698094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/8930938936760698094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-1249507723098349944</id><published>2009-06-28T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:50:02.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shame</title><content type='html'>and i dont know how long this can go on..&lt;br /&gt;i'm at my wits end, i want nothing more but peace. i want the pain to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want anything for my birthday. i really really dont. i just want to sleep the day away and wake up to know that i'm a year older, a day older, anything. i want to bury my toes in the sand and allow the sea breeze to suck me into the depths of mercy where everything else stops from mattering, where all i need to worry about is when i hand in my next assignment. i really really am tired of this, tired of it all.  i dont want to be responsible, i refuse to think i am, but then again if you think really hard i know i must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having self esteem. there was a time when being insulted by anybody would have caused me to slap them so hard they forget why they were there in the first place. now its like all i can do is seethe from the inside and yet believe that maybe somehow i deserve this. then i begin to ask myself no matter how much i deserve this, would i be able to ever face myself and forget it? would i ever be able to face you and forget this? maybe.. but maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do anymore, i dont know how long i'll be able to do this anymore. Right now, my family life is more important than anything in the world to me, and i'm scared i might be ruining that for good. nothing, NOTHING is more important than that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not even you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but then again i dont know. i'm losing my mind and i just.. dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-1249507723098349944?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1249507723098349944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1249507723098349944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/shame.html' title='shame'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-2864680048919913582</id><published>2009-06-24T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:11:27.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>i want to die.&lt;br /&gt;preferably now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i dont let my emotions cloud my responsibilities no matter who they come from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;if i get upset and cant finish my work ITS MY FAULT. not anybody elses for not doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-2864680048919913582?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2864680048919913582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2864680048919913582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2864680048919913582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2864680048919913582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-1906129699984708629</id><published>2009-06-24T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:49:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate</title><content type='html'>save me.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;loving someone isnt supposed to be this hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-1906129699984708629?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1906129699984708629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=1906129699984708629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1906129699984708629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1906129699984708629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/hate.html' title='hate'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-7007947374598114249</id><published>2009-06-23T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:55:03.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i blame me.&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guiltguiltguiltguiltguilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to slit my throat and pour the guilt into a drain and watch it swirl in the gutter where it belongs. drain each bit and squeeze it out so that it doesnt return and fester and fester and fester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wont go.&lt;br /&gt;it stays inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it hurts hurts hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-7007947374598114249?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7007947374598114249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=7007947374598114249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7007947374598114249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7007947374598114249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/blame.html' title='blame'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-4791423757786235552</id><published>2009-06-21T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:44:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BIG WHITE SPACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ITS NOT MY FAULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;notnotnotnotnotnotnotnotnotnotnotnot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ihate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;notnotnotnotnotnotnotnotnotnot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU wanted me in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU wanted to let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU were not satisfied with what i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU wanted more than i wanted to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU decided to ask for more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU love me and that means not making the person feel bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU wanted me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU let me hurt you when i never meant to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU ruined your life by not being responsible or practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOUYOUYOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have no confidence left in dealing with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have no idea what more i can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dont even know if i want to do anything anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love you. but that doesnt mean i'm going to bend over backwards for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its not my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i refuse to take responsibility for something i NEVER meant to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so i will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but ur pushing me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but i'll do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;because YOU still want me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-4791423757786235552?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4791423757786235552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=4791423757786235552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4791423757786235552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4791423757786235552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/fault.html' title='fault'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-3853604891252195418</id><published>2009-06-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:14:49.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>response-ability?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nonononononotanymorecantcantcantitsbreakingmeapartlikei'vebrokenyouapart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;itsnotfunnyneverisfunnyitrytosmilestilltrytrytrybut thewordsdontcomeoutrighttheystoppedcomingoutrightimadeittothispoint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;savemesavemenotgoingtosurvivethisneverneverneverwillnomorenomore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;itstearingupmyheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nomatterwhatidoitdoesntstopitnotanymorenotanymore&lt;br /&gt;i'llstopyoui'llhelpyouyou'llbefineyou'llbeokay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but what about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nothinkingaboutmenononomorei'llstopnownomorethinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aboutmeiwon'tnotanymorei'llkeepquiet..&lt;br /&gt;memememegotmeintotroublewillgetyououtofitmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfault&lt;br /&gt;deathbecaomesmedeathhatesyounotyourtimeitsmineminemine&lt;br /&gt;you'remine&lt;br /&gt;mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-3853604891252195418?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3853604891252195418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3853604891252195418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3853604891252195418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3853604891252195418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/response-ability.html' title='response-ability?'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-1813762132651325180</id><published>2009-06-08T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:33:19.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;everything, everything, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ruined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in every possible way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ruined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ruinedruinedruined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kill me now, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and so the razor blade doll asked for forgiveness from the sugar candy boy but he was enraged beyond belief and he broke her razor blades one by one. she was wrong in every way and knew she was so she endured it, endured it all but sugar candy boy was so hurt by her razor blades and his gashes were so deep he didnt stop breaking them, not at all. but she still endured it because she had been evil but her heart was breaking too. and sugar candy boy was sweet and kind and she hated herself but she was trying to make him whole again, trying trying trying so very hard but sugar candy boy didnt want the glue, didnt want the sweets he just kept on breaking it, breaking it all and she was trying so very hard not to break herself so she could help him trying trying trying. so very hard. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; exerpt from :the razor blade girl and the sugar candy boy, by: norticia klover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-1813762132651325180?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1813762132651325180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=1813762132651325180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1813762132651325180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1813762132651325180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/strain.html' title='strain'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-3405273372323599488</id><published>2009-06-07T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:29:27.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes aside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SivcbzX4znI/AAAAAAAAAuk/kyyrOQjrMtg/s1600-h/sad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344607753010204274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SivcbzX4znI/AAAAAAAAAuk/kyyrOQjrMtg/s200/sad.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i've never been this serious in my life. no jokes. not any more. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-3405273372323599488?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3405273372323599488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3405273372323599488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3405273372323599488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3405273372323599488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/jokes-aside.html' title='jokes aside'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SivcbzX4znI/AAAAAAAAAuk/kyyrOQjrMtg/s72-c/sad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-3609077953270903487</id><published>2009-06-05T08:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:59:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gouge it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;schoolwork.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;never thought i'd have to go back to secondary school work again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i've never had a bigger conflicting urges. i want to run. but i want to hold on even more, now more than ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;its quite fun here. but so very tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;run because i'm so very guilty and a coward who doesnt want to face anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;i feel like sleeping all the frigging time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;\hold on because i'm not worth it. and because i do care. and because i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;and now i should go back to "working"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but the guilt just keeps getting harder and harder to bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but then again so does my grip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;cheers. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;dear god, please kill me now. &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/8326056374945095704-3609077953270903487?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3609077953270903487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3609077953270903487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3609077953270903487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3609077953270903487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/06/gouge-it-out.html' title='gouge it out'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-7406204411126481412</id><published>2009-05-31T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:03:27.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kissmissbliss</title><content type='html'>double "s"es for it all.&lt;br /&gt;and i have realised how incomplete it feels to be sitting here without you.&lt;br /&gt;this blog is officially dead to you but muahaha i'm still updating now :D&lt;br /&gt;- the heaviness of guilt far outweighs anything. these days i'm not sure how i still even get my ass around to school. &lt;font color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;the only time i'm conscious of anything at all is when i'm safe and secure in your arms.. warm, comforting.. complete.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know whether i sleep. i think i do. but i cant be sure. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-7406204411126481412?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7406204411126481412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=7406204411126481412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7406204411126481412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7406204411126481412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/05/kissmissbliss.html' title='kissmissbliss'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-4712715850891714510</id><published>2009-05-30T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:30:49.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartless-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay 4 months of zero updates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that kinda makes it seem like this blog is dead dont it. haha.. okay so maybe it is, kinda. but its an extension of my personality put up for display so i guess if its bland and unchanging that would mean I am bland and unchanging too. frightening thought. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its too late to apologise..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So i sat there and stoked the flames, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frenzied and uncaring.&lt;br /&gt;Each time my phoenix rose, stronger and more beautiful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;each time i burnt my hands igniting the flames..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking for granted he would rise again and again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I flung my phoenix into the fires i stoked just because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i didnt know" "did it matter that much?" "you know what.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now i've thrown my phoenix into the flames one time too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i'm sitting by the ashes and staring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for once i'm still caring&lt;br /&gt;my hands wont heal from the burning flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need my phoenix to rise again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the promise of not igniting anymore flames &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rise, my phoenix, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll rifle through the white hot ashes till i find you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beautiful, unblemished and whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a little worse for the wear but stronger to bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the weight i long for you to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my heart i give you, in pieces to mould&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its yours in every way, and thats the way its going to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rise, my phoenix,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quel my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my inflamed hands will only heal by your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the scars will remain both yours and mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but stronger through the test of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am hurting, you more so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we both need this pain to go.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so rise, my phoenix,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here i will wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for a glimpse of you through the ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will not care how long it takes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here i will wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rise, my phoenix, rise.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost ironic to end this way, but nonetheless,&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-4712715850891714510?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4712715850891714510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=4712715850891714510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4712715850891714510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4712715850891714510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartless.html' title='heartless-'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-3732967026413099464</id><published>2009-01-12T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:23:25.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's one sad truth in life I've found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While journeying east and west -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only folks we really wound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are those we love the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We flatter those we scarcely know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We please the fleeting guest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And deal full many a thoughtless blow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those who love us best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Ella Wheeler Wilcox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think its a very beautiful thing to be able to just spend time with someone, in any way possible. whether it be watching the person draw, listening to music, or just holding hands and watching the world go by. time wouldnt be of consequence, just as long as the other person was with you.&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea that this notion was considered rude and unthinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont apologise for my actions, just for what i didnt consider. preconceived notions were clouding my mind too much to be able to understand what you might have thought of what i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;so what if i can go for hours just being near a person.. i dont have a right to expect the same from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.  ~Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you dont need this, and neither do i. we have a lot of things a lot more important than this right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-3732967026413099464?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3732967026413099464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3732967026413099464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3732967026413099464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3732967026413099464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/strength.html' title='strength'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-8403074442754920732</id><published>2009-01-12T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:59:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unnecessary.</title><content type='html'>i dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;and right now i cant focus on anything.&lt;br /&gt;i just deleted an entire post i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;i think now even this blog is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;very pointless.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-8403074442754920732?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8403074442754920732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=8403074442754920732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/8403074442754920732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/8403074442754920732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/unnecessary.html' title='unnecessary.'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-1805688847678725930</id><published>2009-01-08T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:23:53.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its a dam in your head which will burst when you run out of fingers to stick into the holes formed by the force of the rushing water against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then again i guess the best way to avoid dong that is to build it so well that even over time you wont have to use more than ten fingers to fix the holes with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worst case? you always have your toes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;प्यार बिन जीने में रखा क्या हैं॥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;पयार जिसको नही वोह॥ तहां हैं। &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;जाने क्यूँ लोग प्यार करते हैं... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;दिल न रहा काबू में॥ कर दिया जबसे आपने हमको अपना। &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-1805688847678725930?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1805688847678725930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=1805688847678725930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1805688847678725930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1805688847678725930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/anger.html' title='anger'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-5403776084683680613</id><published>2009-01-04T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:44:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i was surfing around when i saw this entire site of beautiful quotes. i pasted some but now i dont want them there. :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel listless. like, dont feel like doing anything at all. lying in bed sounds like a really good option right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok thats what i'm gna do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-5403776084683680613?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5403776084683680613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=5403776084683680613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/5403776084683680613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/5403776084683680613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-surfing-around-when-i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-2516793251671261470</id><published>2009-01-02T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:10:38.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time goes by.. so slowly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're on my heart just like a tattoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i just realised how illegible the previous entry is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;even i find it painful to read :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;its NEW YEAR YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;haha.. and its been an awesome one so far. (besides one factor missing, but that'll happen soon anyway. 2 days to be exact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i met isha.. and it was awesome being able to meet her and talk about everything that we went through without each other.. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i decided that this year will be different from all the rest. no more phattu-giri. (as in, no more cowardly-custardness), i want to spend it better, do everything i feel like doing, say everything i feel like saying (to a reasonable degree of  course) and make this a year to remember, the first amongst many (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i know i said i wouldnt speak about my resolutions, but i figured they're nothing to hide, so why not (: and its quite a pompous resolution, a huge mouthful to handle. but i guess one step at a time wont hurt, i guess its time to start with reducing this huge ego i have.. bit by bit. its nothing to be proud of, and i've always felt that it inhibits me in some way.. just took me a while, and a whole lot of unpleasantness to realise just how much. but then again its part of who i am, and i refuse to get rid of it totally. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;liek i said.. its confusing and its gonna take time. (: but it will happen, and i hope in a year i'll be right here typing how much more awesome 2009 has been, in more ways than one.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you.. please come back soon jaan, its killing me to be here without you ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-2516793251671261470?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2516793251671261470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2516793251671261470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2516793251671261470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2516793251671261470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-goes-by-so-slowly.html' title='time goes by.. so slowly.'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-1694892249546675762</id><published>2008-12-23T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:30:54.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of a year... almost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i know its not new year yet, but heck, i probably wont be online on that day so i figured might as well blog now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;its been tumultuous, fairly stagnant, eventful and yet not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;so many things happened, and then again many of the things were so similar that they might not have happened at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i pierced my nose, i made new friends, became closer to old ones (:P), got a job at sentosa, went ice skating at the new rink, danced with shah rukh khan, saw myself on tv like, 3 times, acquired new perspectives on old issues, performed on stage twice and even earned money for it, tried learning bengali, got a job at sentosa, learned that maybe such a full time job is not a good idea, amongst other things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;all in all, i'd say a year well spent, though the next one just looks like one that can be spent even better. i mean, doing all those things in a year isnt quite a feat to boast about just yet. i wanna spend the upcoming year accomplishing a lot more.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;so yeah.. i have my resolutions, but i guess they're better left unsaid (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;happy new year folks, here's wishing its even better than before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8326056374945095704-1694892249546675762?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1694892249546675762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=1694892249546675762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1694892249546675762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1694892249546675762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-year-almost.html' title='end of a year... almost.'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-2582169192082616635</id><published>2008-12-17T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:23:45.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conflict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;ab jaane hum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;yeh pyaar kya hain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;darde jigar.. mushkil bada hain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;sunta nahi.. kehna koi bhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;dil bekhabar.. zid pe ada hain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;samjhaye kaise ise.. jaane jaana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm gna go pierce my nose now.. (: and then shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and watch a movie.. maybe draw henna for ppl.. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;just keep myself occupied. keep my head empty. (HAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dont wanna be ripped from my version of reality. i like it just the way it is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-2582169192082616635?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2582169192082616635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2582169192082616635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2582169192082616635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2582169192082616635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/12/conflict.html' title='conflict'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-316912765800061429</id><published>2008-12-01T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:37:10.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much of a good thing/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you know how people get paranoid when they have something thats really nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;like, you get this new.. say.. necklace. and then you keep wearing it everyday and it makes you feel pretty, and you feel all special when you're wearing it and all you want to do is to wear it everyday? but then how would you feel if that fantastic, one of a kind necklace wouldnt last? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;its like, you keep thinking that one fine day you'll touch your neck and then its gone? you touch your neck, and instead of that familiar feel of cool metal that grazes your neck and makes you feel pretty you find nothing there? all you feel is the wide expanse of your own bare neck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;then you beat yourself up over getting so attached to the necklace in the first place and when you look into the mirror you'll be upset because now you feel that no other necklace can possibly take its place anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but right now, when you actually have the necklace you feel stupid for thinking such thoughts because right now, you have that necklace with you. its on your neck, its beautiful and its yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but what if..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thats why i didnt want to get so attached to my necklace before. because i was afraid of losing it. but now that i am, its hard to think about not having it anymore. especially now because its so far away. then again, its stupid to think that way because who's to say what will happen and we should just focus on enjoying what we have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;india is fun. terrorists should die, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-316912765800061429?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/316912765800061429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=316912765800061429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/316912765800061429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/316912765800061429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-much-of-good-thing.html' title='too much of a good thing/'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-8107313047620077540</id><published>2008-11-23T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:48:35.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving for india.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;countdown: 5 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now i'm glad i'm going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-8107313047620077540?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8107313047620077540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=8107313047620077540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/8107313047620077540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/8107313047620077540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaving-for-india.html' title='leaving for india.'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-2401806138562143707</id><published>2008-11-19T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:03:03.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i really shouldnt be blogging right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;so i'll stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;but i'm so so annoyed with myself. instead of studying, i sketched. what possess me to do such things. wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;namita, you are officially screwed for the exams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270383936421368338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SSQqRDhSEhI/AAAAAAAAAj0/RQzH4JX7mKc/s200/Death-Wish-Print.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you moron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheers.&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/8326056374945095704-2401806138562143707?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2401806138562143707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2401806138562143707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2401806138562143707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2401806138562143707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/frustration.html' title='frustration.'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SSQqRDhSEhI/AAAAAAAAAj0/RQzH4JX7mKc/s72-c/Death-Wish-Print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-7377799132159494404</id><published>2008-11-19T01:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:46:18.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;its 1.29am and suddenly I am really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270054644021107362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SSL-xtvGmqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/pVPpapnqxDU/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;like, really, really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: HEROES S3E9 SPOILER BELOW. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED. THIS MEANS YOU. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;and i feel suddenly very affectionately towards everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;and for absolutely no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;i just finished watching heroes, which, MD you have to watch. ok its not really that awesome but i'm officially in love with sylar/gabriel, and i dont know why these days i keep feeling this deep sense of sympathy for the bad guys. kinship maybe? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;hahaha.. but seriously. so freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;i watched spiderman, and suddenly what i felt for the villian was, instead of being "OMG KILL HIM SPIDEY! KILL HIM!!" i was, "awwww poor babu." :S like he was in the situation because of the choices he made and he got led astray. ): just like sylar. and i love him. did i mention that before? i could just hug him and never never never let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could do that too another person too, but thats besides the point. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;i mean. HE CRIED with happiness realising he could gain other people's powers without killing. and that, is surefire repentance. and who doesnt find that yummy, please tell me. hahaha.. omg. and peter parker is a right winged asshole. whatever that means. i HATE him. a lotttttt. gah. idiot. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I think thats one of the main reasons i'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;plus ur exams will end tmr and you'll be all mine ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;plus i just drew a purty picture. me likey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;plus i facebooked a while and its all cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;plus i spoke on the phone with isha and i feel all excited about next sem coz of YOU mad woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;plus i really have nothing much to do right now so i'm slacking online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;AND i am determined that i will DEF. study for the next 3 days or i'll be so screwed its not even funny. (yeah right we all know how much thats gonna happen) - but i'm gripped with sudden determination so who knows?! maybe it will. i hope it does. i've slacked off enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;love you alll =D (that would be like a total of 3 ppl. at the most. and since you ppl dont tag, i feel very unloved. ):) hahahah.. -hugs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;"we ALWAYS have a choice"- peter parker the pansy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheers!~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/8326056374945095704-7377799132159494404?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7377799132159494404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=7377799132159494404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7377799132159494404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7377799132159494404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-ness.html' title='happy-ness'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SSL-xtvGmqI/AAAAAAAAAjs/pVPpapnqxDU/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-2185904718094444598</id><published>2008-11-16T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:15:16.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>un(?)wanted stress..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i dont know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269219373932951890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SSAHGmLhOVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/YINPwEYznrI/s200/blood_rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;what would you do? i mean, how is it possible, that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;everything you do gets interpreted wrongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;everything you say gets taken in the wrong way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing you mean is ever heard because you dont know which way to put it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and every single assumption goes uncorrected, mainly because you dont trust yourself to say anything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every accusation hurled makes you madder than before and its unjustified because you deserve it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry i dont do more, i know I should. because you dont deserve what i put you through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dont know the solution to all this. i thought its not a problem but it turns out it is. and i dont even know how to solve it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dont know how to tell you i care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that i hate myself a little more each time you say everything and i nevernevernever blame you when you make me cry, because there's no reason to. and the only reason tht happens is because i dont think i know what i'm doing and when i hear it from you it just makes it so much more worse because then i actually realise how that makes you feel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really really am. and i'm saying it here coz this is the best place to express myself. i'm not aware of any other way of doing it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if you dont like this as well.. gah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not doing you a favour. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm doing it because i hate to see you get hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing its coz of me makes me wanna drown myself in a vat of boling oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a pitchfork to stir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dont know how to say this in a way that you'd get it&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and not take it in the wrong way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how do i make you understand its all okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that its alright if you yell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it still hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know why i like &lt;div align="center"&gt;its alright if you see something that is wrong with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i cant seem to change it, because i dont know how. that i need your help in doing that, that i DONT see you as parenting me and i said that just because i got irked and i dont take criticism well so i blurted it out. I DIDNT mean it. honestly. ): i like the fact that you care enough to explain things to me. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you, and i hate being the cause of your miserable moods. thats why it makes me think you'd be so much better off if you didnt talk to me at all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i'm typing all this out but its a good outlet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;plus i know the message gets across. you know what i need? a good psychiatrist. plus someone who will assist me in running across the terrace of a 25 floor tall building and giving me the heave-ho if I lose my nerve jumping off the edge. any takers? i'll pay you... 125.30 dollars. thats what i have in my piggy bank. (and you can have that too. its new, and has purty hearts on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm beginning to think going to india isnt such a bad thing after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269219375314615170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SSAHGrU7u4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/inO-qirVOR4/s200/couple_silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cheers.&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/8326056374945095704-2185904718094444598?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2185904718094444598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2185904718094444598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2185904718094444598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2185904718094444598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/unwanted-stress.html' title='un(?)wanted stress..'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SSAHGmLhOVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/YINPwEYznrI/s72-c/blood_rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-4148808157159449294</id><published>2008-11-13T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:49:14.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one down, 4 to go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SRxMZabB3qI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-6nLCom5Sa4/s1600-h/success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268169663589768866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SRxMZabB3qI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-6nLCom5Sa4/s200/success.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;so i just finished the paper that was torturing me the most, today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;and it just kinda made me feel should have studied more.. big surprise considering the fact that i tried finishing an entire semester in a day. there was a reason why other people took 3 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;coz they're sane. gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;now i have four more papers to go. four papers that i dont loathe so much. come to think of it, i didnt quite hate doing marketing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;it was kinda fun sitting there referring to the book and crapping my way thru.. mentally making fun of the nerds who were just scribbling without even opening the book.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;okay who'm i kidding, those guys freaked me out so i just looked at this girl who stared at her paper and frowned most of the time. but i still think she must have done better than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I kept hoping that i'd have Matt Parkman's powers (ref: HEROES- guy who reads minds) and be able to see into the prof's head, but he kept walking around too much and if I followed i'd probably break my next twisting and turning or be expelled coz they would think i'm cheating. which is not wrong, technically speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;ogayyy time to go watch videos and bug MD. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Marriages are made in heaven. But so again, are thunder and lightning."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;meri dhadkane bhi.. hain deewani.. tere peeche ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-4148808157159449294?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4148808157159449294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=4148808157159449294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4148808157159449294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4148808157159449294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-down-4-to-go.html' title='one down, 4 to go..'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SRxMZabB3qI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-6nLCom5Sa4/s72-c/success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-1985156887015721689</id><published>2008-11-12T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:29:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caution, mad woman alert.</title><content type='html'>kill me now kill me now KILL ME NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. i hate exams. doesnt help when you have to fit a whole semester's work into a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is obviously impossible, and hence the deathwish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and for those who dont wanna give the exam either, you can drive the car i intend to jump infront of so that you go to jail and dont have to give the exam either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i miss your hug!!&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/8326056374945095704-1985156887015721689?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1985156887015721689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=1985156887015721689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1985156887015721689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1985156887015721689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/caution-mad-woman-alert.html' title='caution, mad woman alert.'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-418603012824210305</id><published>2008-11-09T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:36:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>examania</title><content type='html'>need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;coz i miss you. gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;cheers.&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/8326056374945095704-418603012824210305?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/418603012824210305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=418603012824210305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/418603012824210305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/418603012824210305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/examania.html' title='examania'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-3081200095651798745</id><published>2008-11-07T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:56:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fantasies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know what i feel like doing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dancing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on a romantic, slow song, played on the beach at night under the moonlight.. surrounded by nothing but the vast open sea, the stars and the cool sea breeze..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;held in your arms looking into your eyes, without a care in the world and not another person in sight, barefoot in the soft sand, swaying to the tune we hear, engrossed in our own world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265604082689169282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SRMvA8yI14I/AAAAAAAAAi0/klzzIZC9C7U/s200/2_RB_beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate that couple in the picture. even though they're posing, at least they got to be in that situation even for a little while. gah. stupid people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know what i have to do right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and its about letters written by a chauvanist china man to his own mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-3081200095651798745?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3081200095651798745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3081200095651798745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3081200095651798745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3081200095651798745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/fantasies.html' title='fantasies'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SRMvA8yI14I/AAAAAAAAAi0/klzzIZC9C7U/s72-c/2_RB_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-5036333402239959318</id><published>2008-11-05T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:29:47.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams!</title><content type='html'>WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY cant i study properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ought to be shot. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna go to india.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll miss you. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i do as well, coz i get to meet everyone, but still. its gonna be one looooooong month and week. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH must go study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-5036333402239959318?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5036333402239959318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=5036333402239959318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/5036333402239959318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/5036333402239959318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/exams.html' title='exams!'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-7484446310780543344</id><published>2008-11-02T16:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:42:55.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very tragic story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO POST ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;once upon a time, there lived five lil girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;inky, pinky, ponky, tonky and annabel francis. (very happy girls they were too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263975429216216450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQ1lw1zRJYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/J36uRYsHIvo/s200/Image014+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;they were very pretty girls who enjoyed dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;this one, they called midnight starshine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263975460560665794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQ1lyqkXfMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/fwlZEi5vHmA/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and this one, was pinky's favourite. no prizes for guessing why! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263975440057767922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQ1lxeMGF_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/6WwT1hY7QJs/s200/Image144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;they also tried out this one, which they decided to call rednblue.. since well, its red and blue, and they're not very creative girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263975450391317506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQ1lyErzjAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/s6RHAVNKx9M/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;one fine day, their mom, (momma) calls them over and says, "inkypinkyponkytonky and annabel francis, you have to get rid of all this finery and live as nuns"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;so they all shod off their spectacular clothes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263976578497846290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQ1mzvNXHBI/AAAAAAAAAik/LgXiNk_qqLw/s200/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and shaved their heads bald..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263975463030990674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQ1lyzxVp1I/AAAAAAAAAic/1PwESTTaLIQ/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and ended up like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263976578758521762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQ1mzwLgs6I/AAAAAAAAAis/Zr8RuawNvQM/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;okay sorry, but i was really sad to cut off my purty nails. ): just because they kept getting stuck in the keyboard and made it tough to hold a pen right. gah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;okay back to mugging. i'm happy coz i've finished one module.. (almost.. i'm just left with half of one of the books) and i'm gna be supergirl and finish tons more :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;-when the old woman with tons of kids who lives in a shoe wins the lottery, i bet each kid will get a stiletto all to himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-7484446310780543344?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7484446310780543344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=7484446310780543344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7484446310780543344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7484446310780543344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-tragic-story.html' title='a very tragic story.'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQ1lw1zRJYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/J36uRYsHIvo/s72-c/Image014+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-2158365783255273862</id><published>2008-10-31T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:36:09.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flight of fancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i have gotten to know that somebody has a blog of which i dont know the address and i'm getting impatient. like, HELLO, write quickly and tell me already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i dont quite know why i'm even blogging right now, when i have to finish studying for marketing and i havent even started. :S but somehow my mind keeps wandering to other things, and its making it a lot more difficult to focus on the issue at hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;like the waves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i miss the beach now. its been so long.. and all i like doing is lying on the shore, just where the waves reach the beach and feel them wash over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the changes in the tides, a gentle caress and the sudden rough wave.. the way you can lie there for hours without a care in the world submerged beneath the water and sometimes above it all. the pull of the tide which you cannot resist, the way the sand under your feet can be whisked away in one swift movement and you lose your balance.. and you'd like nothing more than to fall into the waiting arms of the sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hmm. now i'm really distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I CANT DO MARKETING. and i totally forgot to SU it so now i'm stuck mugging my ass off for it since there's no other way around it. i just hope my gpa stays where it is and doesnt go waaaayyy below. -shudders- ok i should really go back to studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh wait maybe i'll reorganize my destop. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i will be right here waiting for you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cheers~&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/8326056374945095704-2158365783255273862?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2158365783255273862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2158365783255273862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2158365783255273862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2158365783255273862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/flight-of-fancy.html' title='flight of fancy'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-998960802051684522</id><published>2008-10-30T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:12:36.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a lifetime.. means there's no second chance..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter where we're going.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it starts from where we are..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy happy birthday you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no deserves one thats better.. sorry we couldnt do more, but there's always the weekend to look forward to! (: you're finally legal, make the most of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;halloween is here again! and i didnt get to go ): we even had our gypsy costumes ready! with the hair and the makeup and the clothes and the beads.. sigh but oh well, there's always next year. and i'll wear the skirt as a dress to school. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love halloween.. i think its by far the best celebratory festival thingy ever. seriously. What better way to be somebody else, than on halloween! sure, acting on stage is being a different character and being somebody else n all, but there you have a script to stick to, blockings to follow, a director to guide your character and a costume artist to design your costume for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where's the fun in that?! halloween allows you to immerse yourself in the character of your choice, with the movements, dressing, speech all left up to you.. so its like everyone knows you're being someone else, and doesnt even mind! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is not always the case in reality. and would make life so much simpler if it was. because you really cant be one person when you're so many people at the same time.. they're all you, at different times, different places, different situations. just that during halloween, you can be any one of them with no regard towards how anyone else would perceive anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its the perfect escapist celebration (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262949175363351250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQnAZAR3stI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ikSjPLoxx74/s200/Halloween2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-"latte" is french for "you paid too much for this cup of coffee" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-998960802051684522?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/998960802051684522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=998960802051684522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/998960802051684522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/998960802051684522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-in-lifetime-means-theres-no-second.html' title='once in a lifetime.. means there&apos;s no second chance..'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQnAZAR3stI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ikSjPLoxx74/s72-c/Halloween2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-4150769857228838999</id><published>2008-10-26T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:15:44.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ought to be shot.</title><content type='html'>i am a horrible, horrible, horrible person and i ought to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i inflict pain on people who care the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and dont deserve any of it. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-resumes banging head on wall-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-4150769857228838999?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4150769857228838999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=4150769857228838999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4150769857228838999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4150769857228838999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/ought-to-be-shot.html' title='ought to be shot.'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-3865794740537449329</id><published>2008-10-24T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:59:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>r.i.p chip :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQF4xiBx65I/AAAAAAAAAhs/k0QJv4Ur5lo/s1600-h/DSC03909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260618632088644498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQF4xiBx65I/AAAAAAAAAhs/k0QJv4Ur5lo/s200/DSC03909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, my hamster died today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully at night, peacefully drifting into a starry dreamland where he was reaching out for the biggest sunflower seed he has ever seen. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his name was chip/chotu/cheenu/rat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he was stick thin as compared to his brother, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dale/motu/meenu/fat who was, as one of his names suggests, fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chip (as i prefer to call him) was the more active one of the two, keeping us awake for the first few days because of the consistent running on the squeaky wheel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was also the one who liked pouncing on his brother to make him yell, chewing at the doors of the cage, and eventually the only one of the two who liked to constantly source for an esacpe route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dale is just happy sitting in the cage, sleeping on the wheel and staring at the door when its left open, not even trying to pretend he wants to escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chip did manage to escape once when arti was staying over, since we forgot to close the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had given up all hope of finding him after rummaging about the entire house for an entire day, thinking he must have run out and filled the stomach of one of the many cats who lie in wait for such an opportunity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it came as a huge shock when in the middle of the night, he jumped onto arti's face (in my room, since we used to sleep on a mattress on the floor) causing her to nearly fling him across the room. (thank goodness she realised it was a hamster and not a furry lizard) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dale just slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, he lived a full deprived of any female contact life, since most hamsters dont go beyond a yr and he lived for nearly 2 and a half.. i still feel that i could have spent more time with him, but then again, who's to say that the fact that we left them to live their happy peaceful lives is not the reason why they lived so long? ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now dale's all alone. wonder who's gonna keep us company with the squeaky wheel now. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rip chip, we love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- confusious say, man who do push ups in long grass is not really doing exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-3865794740537449329?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3865794740537449329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3865794740537449329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3865794740537449329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3865794740537449329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/rip-chip.html' title='r.i.p chip :('/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SQF4xiBx65I/AAAAAAAAAhs/k0QJv4Ur5lo/s72-c/DSC03909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-6396114266124260754</id><published>2008-10-24T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:38:21.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;like i said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;COLD COLD COLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and by that, i dont mean the weather. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY blogskin changed, AGAIN. somehow the other one never quite felt like my own. must be the girls' pic on the page and the words. :S so not me. hahha.. and i dont know about having a colourful life, i just know that i like colours. hence the new skin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, this must have been my most enjoyable time having a cold. its just that having your body stuffed to the brim with pills is bound to have an effect somehow.. although i'm not saying thats the whole reason behind my uncharacteristic behaviour, just that maybe it contributed.. a wee bit. (:&lt;br /&gt;i mean, typically seen, demonstrating dance steps in a place thats not quite big enough, trying to stretch when there isnt a need to, faking various accents and being.. overly enthusiastic about certain.. activities, isnt how i usually behave. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;right md? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I had fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A LOT of fun :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;altho VERY sad to admit that cleaning makes me happy. ): I ACTUALLY LIKE CLEANING. gah. i ought to be shot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i look outside right now, there are actually signs of there being a storm outside my window!! woohoo!! (and here i was thinking its the lyrics to a song. who knew it happens in reality! HA! can your blog name actually happen?! *sticks out tongue at you*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO, i'd better get back to marketing.. i happen to actually know how to do work, DESPITE what all you people think. (: (sort of anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat your veggies folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-6396114266124260754?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6396114266124260754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=6396114266124260754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6396114266124260754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6396114266124260754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/cold.html' title='cold-'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-2725601907636326968</id><published>2008-10-22T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:47:20.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temper, temper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what i dont get is, what i did wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz apparently i didnt do anything wrong, and nobody's angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so why is there a cold silence i have to listen to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know what, fine. i didnt do anything wrong, and i dont deserve to feel this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watch me lengthen the silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-2725601907636326968?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2725601907636326968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2725601907636326968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2725601907636326968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2725601907636326968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/temper-temper.html' title='temper, temper'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-8863072456686522235</id><published>2008-10-21T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:08:59.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is very weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm being unreasonably snappish, feeling lethargic, and very.. weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i dont quite know why.. i try and try to figure out why (LOOK! rhymes! hahaha..) but its just striking me as strange that i'm behaving this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello, namz is so not moody. OKay, i am moody, but i'm not THAt moody. i understand the difference between being serious and being teased, but at this point i'm refusing to accept the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something is so wrong with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-8863072456686522235?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8863072456686522235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=8863072456686522235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/8863072456686522235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/8863072456686522235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/confusion.html' title='confusion~'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-6685921493711527118</id><published>2008-10-03T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:34:23.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfaction*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its because we know so much that we realise we know so little.. its true when they say a little knowledge is a bad thing, because once you have a little you decide you dont know enough and start digging, only to end up digging so deep you forget what you were digging for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its often best to let the information get to you, to let you get a peek into a world that you've always wanted to see and yet has always remained elusive. till now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its often the simplest things that you want to say that remain unsaid. like how its the simplest emotion you embellish and adorn and complicate till it becomes something so fantastical it becomes hard to imagine. it gets surrounded by imagination and conditions till it no longer resembles something you want to feel and instead ends up as something put up on a pedestal so high you need to squint to see it in the glare of your devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its just easier to let go and let live. isnt that what makes life so interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!~&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/8326056374945095704-6685921493711527118?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6685921493711527118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=6685921493711527118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6685921493711527118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6685921493711527118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/10/satisfaction.html' title='satisfaction*'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-6546872123597236185</id><published>2008-09-08T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:15:48.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lecture time (:</title><content type='html'>i draw immense satisfaction from changing my blogskin for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in lecture so i should probably pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm getting hung up over things that should not really matter.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna forget about it all and just be happy with what i have since at the end of it all thats really what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why is the measure of love...loss? -winterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-6546872123597236185?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6546872123597236185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=6546872123597236185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6546872123597236185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6546872123597236185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/09/lecture-time.html' title='lecture time (:'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-6322913821535011958</id><published>2008-09-02T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:40:39.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>1st Sept-&lt;br /&gt;happy happy birthday! (:&lt;br /&gt;hope you had fun babes, i know i did ;)&lt;br /&gt;-hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know this is so dead. but i've got no time to do anything, AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting obsessive, compulsive and annoyed with myself coz i seem to be turning into one of those people.. who i used to think need a life that doesnt revolve around just "A FEW" people. ):&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, and i'm working on it. i am, i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-6322913821535011958?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6322913821535011958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=6322913821535011958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6322913821535011958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6322913821535011958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-6301692164139296426</id><published>2008-08-04T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:02:54.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i pride myself on not being surprised easily, on being so well tuned with the people i know and care about that nothing, NOTHING they do can fool me too easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shows how wrong people can be. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i can safely say, in the course of my whole life, with the exception of those my dad and all planned, i have gotten the BEST surprises in these few months. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my state of mind at that moment was SO amazingly confused i dont think i even was able to comprehend what was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was like a suspended state of being, and so completely shocking that i actually felt the whole detached feeling people describe in books, with my head going WTH?!?! and my mind refusing to believe what was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all in all, AMAZING. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, i dont think anybody has given me a bigger surprise. ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm racking my brains to remember if i did get a bigger surprise, just sitting here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and like i said, i'm getting old. so help me out here kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i NEED to know if i ever had bigger surprises. i mean my brithday was one too, but this one beats it hands down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need better descriptive words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;words come to me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay i have to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm a speedbump okay. so watch what you're thinking ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maine na jaana, tu hi bataana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cheers~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-6301692164139296426?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6301692164139296426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=6301692164139296426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6301692164139296426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6301692164139296426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprises.html' title='surprises.'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-416943350658061181</id><published>2008-07-26T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:31:23.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance</title><content type='html'>dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED DANCE. i'm falling sickk without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-416943350658061181?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/416943350658061181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=416943350658061181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/416943350658061181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/416943350658061181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/dance.html' title='dance'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-6010475113201507</id><published>2008-07-15T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:17:30.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant smile without you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it just gets better n better everyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;um and by that i mean the dance class. HAHA &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;(right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she hadnt thought it would be so amazing, with the movies and the flowers.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the gifts and the little gestures that made her melt inside. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way he held her hand, the little ways in which he made an effort to be there for her.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his attempts at surprises, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he way he remembered the things that mattered, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way he made a difference in her life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then she was just scared it would end..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a way that she had never been before.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- haha no idea who its by :P kinda found the exerpt from somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;alrighty need to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cheers!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-6010475113201507?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/6010475113201507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=6010475113201507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6010475113201507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/6010475113201507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-smile-without-you.html' title='cant smile without you!'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-2935183984101218390</id><published>2008-07-14T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:06:54.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stickwitU</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;stickwitU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to go another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seems like everybody is breaking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Throwing their love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I got a good thing right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's why I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody's going to love me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody's going to take me higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know how to appreciate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to go another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See the way we ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In our private lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't nobody getting in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want you to know that you're the only one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody's going to take me higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know how to appreciate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to stick with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ain't nothing else I can need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm singing 'cause you're so, so into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you and you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's all that counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay its a bit edited, coz i kinda just put in a couple of my favourite parts.. aka nearly the whole song :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the other day, i was made to hold a lighted cig when i was in sentosa and inexplicably, that made a HUGe impact on me. no idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;scenario:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sentosa office, after work, everyone relaxing and getting ready to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;characters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A- the new guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J- the girl who's totally ma soul sista and who's been working there for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;N- yours truely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E- girl from NUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha okay here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N- eh guys hurry i need to go to the other office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J- okay okay biatch, wait a sec can? (lights cig) -laughter-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A- ya okay i'm done(lights one too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E- okokok ONE sec lemme just go close the pantry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A- oh *&amp;amp;@# i forgot my shoes! -to me- eh hold this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N- -blank look&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A- holllllld it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N- what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A- ALAMAK just hold it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N- -not sure what to do, hold out hand for cig- um..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A- -runs back into office-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J- -looks at expression on my face and starts laughing-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N- -looks at her, looks at cig-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E- WHAT?? NAMITA YOU SMOKE TOO??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J- -still lauging-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N- NO!! ITS his!! -points at A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J- the look totally suits you la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N- ?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E- wa thank goodness. i thought you smoked too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A- -comes out- thanks ah.- looks at my face- what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J- -still laughing- she's never held a cigarette before la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A- -incredulous look- serious ah?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N- -nods dumbly- um ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone- laughs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-end of scene-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bu seriously.. come to think of it, it would have been so easy for me to actually smoke it. it was RIGHT there, lighted up and -as people say in sentosa- good to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i didnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it totally, completely disgusted me to even have it in my hand. i scrubbed that hand later. and i dont know why. i mean i used to think i was alright with people smoking as long as they're not my really close friends or related to me or something, but the very presence of that cigarette so close to me made me cringe at the sight. it looked disjointed.. i mean my hand with the cigarette.. it was a whole alternate reality experience that lasted for a whole of 3 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seriously exemplified the cliche of "its the choices we make that define who we are" - i mean the choice was infront of me, but i was completely repelled. even with the thought of why people make such a big deal of it entering made no difference. whew. who knew. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222885171366870690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SHtqZC36PqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/vTm-_VYW02k/s200/ATcAAAA33CUCwXe12KFV7YfgMVo5CuSPA0DEqXmnO04YIc-5pLKVvkVbpXsoq20XzEzgDRWANBFSlKxq4ljFpYh83ieDAJtU9VBiZ2WJ18AR5PV79vYs8PS2U_0b9g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- its the way in which i was holding back the door in my head. the others i fling open and slam shut with careless abandon but that one door remained elusive, almost ethereally unavailable.. although we all know its not made from poetic imagination, but plain old denial. it remains hard to open, closing it a much better option since it holds back a flurry of emotions, a tangled thread soaked in a flood threatening to burst out with every instance i approach the door. it opened today.. not completely, since the hinges are rusty with the disuse of six months. every word hard to pronounce, every image engraved as though in stone on the walls. painful, because of the painstaking details, but yet.. calming. almost.. comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and all because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-2935183984101218390?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2935183984101218390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2935183984101218390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2935183984101218390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2935183984101218390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/stickwitu.html' title='stickwitU'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://bp3.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SHtqZC36PqI/AAAAAAAAAd8/vTm-_VYW02k/s72-c/ATcAAAA33CUCwXe12KFV7YfgMVo5CuSPA0DEqXmnO04YIc-5pLKVvkVbpXsoq20XzEzgDRWANBFSlKxq4ljFpYh83ieDAJtU9VBiZ2WJ18AR5PV79vYs8PS2U_0b9g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-4481320646931535042</id><published>2008-07-10T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:06:14.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kabhi kabhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;jaane tu ya.. jaane na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, i think i hereby have had like, one of THE best birthdays ever, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because of you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know how to start thanking people, so here's to all the advance wishers, the on-time wishers, and the belated wishers: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;everyone's wishes meant a lot, they just showed you guys cared, no matter when you wished me, no matter how you wished me.. because everything was just perfect. (: thanks to all of YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey you, thank you for coming (: just seeing you both there in the same place meant so much, i was nearly gonna tear up like a goon when i saw you walking up to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haha isha was damn funny. what happened in actuality was that, i was walking looking down at the ground admiring the way my slippers were sparkling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and isha goes "why're you looking down n walking? look up and walk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so i was like, "huh?""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and i did as i was told, and infront of me were shubham, aku, vera, mabu, harmz and mita all walking towards me, all carrying presents and a cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'd express what i felt at that moment, but its kinda close to impossible to put it into words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so i'll stick to saying i was happy. really, really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;j'adore my friends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it was perfect. almost everyone who means something to me was there (in terms of friends at least) even JX took the time out to come there. rach, i missed you.. just like i missed having rez, nisa and sharmi around. but thanks to everyone who could make it, and to JQ for telling everyone that it was my birthday haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okay now for the proper proper thanks.. if i miss out on anyone, please hit me when you see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to you, i love the scrapbook, its AMAZING, and MUCH nicer than anything i could have done (ok not really :P) hahaha.. but it is, honestly. i cant remember having something that was so heartfelt coming from you (i didnt know how to put it in any other way..) and you will not believe how much i appreciate it. i'm really, REALLY touched. so from the bottom of my heart, thank you. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and to you, i dont even know how to thank you. for the planning, for the surprise, for the present and for your mere presence in my life, for tolerating everything i threw your way. you've made this a lasting memory and i owe it all to you that this birthday was made so special. i'm not too good at this, but you're amazing, and one of the MOST special people in my life. thank you too! (though you've told me to stop thanking you. but still. :P cant help it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to my lit girls, you know how awesome you are, thank you for coming and for the very blue present.. life in ntu is much much more awesome having you ppl around, cant imagine not knowing you guys anymore. (aku, you're included in this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;to you, one of my dearest friends, thank you for everything. for helping with the planning and for helping me with everything. i'll stop here, coz you probably wont see this anyway. but you know how much you mean to me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jx&amp;amp;rach, you're my darling bitches la (: what more can i say. thank you for taking the time out to actually come there after work, for just being part of my life and sharing your lives with me. (: i love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i am like, so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;though certain things made the last few mins almost unbearable, with the loss of a special person in our lives which led to opening of old wounds which have REFUSED to heal since i kinda refuse to acknowledge them.. overall i'd say this was one of the most eventful (recall:movie) and memorable birthdays ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL. and i mean that. truly. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221382990388945522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SHYUKmpmYnI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ShG-xMlT6EY/s200/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;presents!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cheers!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8326056374945095704-4481320646931535042?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4481320646931535042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=4481320646931535042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4481320646931535042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4481320646931535042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/kabhi-kabhi.html' title='kabhi kabhi'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://bp0.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SHYUKmpmYnI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ShG-xMlT6EY/s72-c/Image057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-5907860077624908774</id><published>2008-07-08T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:55:05.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;personal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one day to go (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to you: cant thank you enough for just being there for me. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CANT WAIT FOR TOMORROWWW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;who'm i kidding. sure i can. make it go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. i just wish i had some idea whats gonna happen tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and heres a thank you in advance to all of you who remember, i might not be able to remember thanking everyone later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm very touched, thank you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahahhahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheerrsss!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-5907860077624908774?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5907860077624908774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=5907860077624908774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/5907860077624908774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/5907860077624908774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/personal.html' title='personal'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-3307670710592866390</id><published>2008-07-07T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:33:01.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like, my birthday is in two days.. i was thinking of doing up that list i do every year,&lt;br /&gt;the annoying one where i basically state blatantly and thick-skinnedly what i want for my birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making life easier for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, my list is pretty much empty. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously, i made a list sorta thing to fill in, and i drew a complete blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant think of any single thing i want/ need at the moment, i'm that contented in life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i really wanted was to highlight my hair,&lt;br /&gt;and i already got that done, so hmm.. yeah nothing. nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have you, and you and you..-points-.. and you, you, you.. and you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep there as well i want nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe something there, but thats in relation to two people and i cant make that happen as a birthday present. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. anyway.. two more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sentosa was funn!! and the people are bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;which means they're fun to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but highly professional all the same. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they're pretty well versed in the culture of the hindis. :D i mean my IC had dhoom2 and crazy kiya re on her phone! which is awesome. haha.. and they made me dance. and i hereby declare working at sentosa tres magnifico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for next sunday.. i get to man the ticketing counter, and despite occasional questions like "what time is the 7.40 show?" -_- and "what species of monkeys are there here at fort siloso?" its quite eventful, and rather fun. (: the tourists are mostly really nice, and they have great stuff to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Once in awhile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Right in the middle of an ordinary life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Love gives us a fairy tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220277777099829698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SHIm-uTmscI/AAAAAAAAAds/ZySdEF8hUOs/s200/DSC04266.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;haha so random~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok going now. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a fantasy, a fairytale, a fashionista&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-3307670710592866390?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3307670710592866390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3307670710592866390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3307670710592866390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3307670710592866390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://bp0.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SHIm-uTmscI/AAAAAAAAAds/ZySdEF8hUOs/s72-c/DSC04266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-3907893828047128390</id><published>2008-07-04T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:25:22.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHYWHYWHYWHY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;annoyance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;satisfaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confusion-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;w&lt;br /&gt;h o o&lt;br /&gt;i L p&lt;br /&gt;r l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anybody even feel so much in one head? haha.. thats whats in my head. plus i have no frigging idea what i'm doing. but heck.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday approaches. first time in 19 years i'm not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;okay i am, in a way. i have so many more people to celebrate it with. i feel loved (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not in another.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to explain when denial clouds your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont wanna think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;cant do this alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;i'm glad i have you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am happy its my birthday. i finally get to be 20! ( but i still say i'm 18. 18 TILL I DIE MAN)&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;yes i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-3907893828047128390?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3907893828047128390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3907893828047128390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3907893828047128390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3907893828047128390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-3542360370762789702</id><published>2008-07-03T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:01:00.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats what it takes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello dying blog. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello not-dying blog readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-silence-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha ok i guess i have like, a total of what.. 2 readers? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhoooo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went for movie! made isha pose with harman :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218798821706550146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SGzl4MILy4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/mX7gEPRxIUA/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND i highlighted my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i say it looks tres pretty ok, despite PEOPLE trying to convince me it looks pink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;its supposed to be like a reddish brown.. :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and plus i kinda looked like a christmas tree while getting it done. haha.. complete with tinsel and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218798823115087826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SGzl4RYAX9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/suh9Zg1ANe0/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;but the result i liked (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218798813094757954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SGzl3sC-RkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gHIKlwFt7GQ/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i died laughing when i saw this: look at the second item! :D:D (kinda inside joke-ish :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218798831325673250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SGzl4v9j9yI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-6ZIRmsZwy0/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;alrighty i will write more later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(: sorta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cheers!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-3542360370762789702?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/3542360370762789702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=3542360370762789702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3542360370762789702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/3542360370762789702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://bp1.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SGzl4MILy4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/mX7gEPRxIUA/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-397209985123703515</id><published>2008-06-15T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:29:18.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo - :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SFTECkfgq_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/5NS_4ecq1-I/s1600-h/Emo%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212006217209129970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SFTECkfgq_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/5NS_4ecq1-I/s200/Emo%2B4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;picture's worth a thousand words, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so i'll congratulate myself on my first thousand word entry &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*pats self on back* (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cheers~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;if this is the state now, hows it gna be in july?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-397209985123703515?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/397209985123703515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=397209985123703515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/397209985123703515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/397209985123703515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/emo.html' title='emo - :)'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://bp0.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SFTECkfgq_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/5NS_4ecq1-I/s72-c/Emo%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-5672606828523408870</id><published>2008-06-14T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:39:15.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm cranky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VERY cranky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone's bugging me to eat and i'm not hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO, how hard is it to understand when someone is NOT hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. like i said, cranky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and plus i cant even talk to the people back in india coz its like the msn there is screwed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and they dont believe in writing long emails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i'm so annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i have no idea what to get my dad for fathers day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i need a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i need you back here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i have NO idea what courses i want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i dont know what the heck is wrong with me today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i hate the weather today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i REFUSE to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whew. thats a lot of ands. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me you’re in love with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like you can’t take your pretty eyes away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s not that I don’t want to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everytime you come too close I move away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna believe in everything that you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause it sounds so good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you really want me, move slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s things about me you just have to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t wanna be so shy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime that I'm alone I wonder why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope that you will wait for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll see that, you’re the only one for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna believe in everything that you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it sounds so good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you really want me, move slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s things about me, you just have to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I run (sometimes) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes I hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I’m scared of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all I really want is to hold you tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treat you right, be with you day and night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, all I need is time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hang around and you’ll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s nowhere I'd rather be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want me, trust in me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way that i.. trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- britney spears, "sometimes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know, she's rather underappreciated for her old songs.. thats one of my favourites (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people, namita really needs a job. and you can tell how desperate she is by the way in which she's talking in third person. grr. JOB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall find it soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like in todays classifieds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just as i finish dads greeting. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211637596251546690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SFN0yAak5EI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Gy2vat0swWk/s200/feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;COME BACK YOU IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-5672606828523408870?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/5672606828523408870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=5672606828523408870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/5672606828523408870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/5672606828523408870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes.html' title='-sometimes'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://bp1.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SFN0yAak5EI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Gy2vat0swWk/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-4982142477508677190</id><published>2008-06-12T19:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:57:48.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love/ possession</title><content type='html'>possession vs love &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok this is pertaining to NO one and nothing in particular, but its just a conversation nisa and I were having in the bus back from the airport.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what comes first, love or possession?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean seriously, not like the whole chicken and the egg thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how do you know which one you're feeling? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like nisa said, how do you know which one you're feeling, IF any at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does the fact that you want the person to be with you all the time entail that you love him/her? or is it just that you want him/her to be near you because.. it makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how do you even know what you're feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how can you EVER be sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does wanting the person mean you're in love, or is the fact that you're in love make you want to be with the person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. we had a long talk on the topic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;refreshing to hear different points of view for once =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and like i said, this does NOT apply to anything or anyone.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just voicing out thoughts. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cheers!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;seriously.stOP looking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210977897463909026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SFEcye6_iqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/V1NsC9JrhSE/s200/hearty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8326056374945095704-4982142477508677190?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/4982142477508677190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=4982142477508677190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4982142477508677190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/4982142477508677190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-possession.html' title='love/ possession'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://bp3.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SFEcye6_iqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/V1NsC9JrhSE/s72-c/hearty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-2923624936575212118</id><published>2008-06-10T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:08:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ruju!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SE4n9iLUueI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7OyVYtqpa6o/s1600-h/Msia017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210145757014047202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SE4n9iLUueI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7OyVYtqpa6o/s320/Msia017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha.. isn't my kid adorable? ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheers!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9daysoftorutre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-2923624936575212118?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2923624936575212118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2923624936575212118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2923624936575212118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2923624936575212118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/ruju.html' title='ruju!'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://bp2.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SE4n9iLUueI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7OyVYtqpa6o/s72-c/Msia017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-7057336019926540234</id><published>2008-06-09T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:55:06.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grieviences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a permanent one for the holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tutoring sounds good.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then my mom's not so pro the idea of me going to people's houses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so now neither am i. but i'm still applying! does anyone have a job for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm feeling all listless now.. especially since everyone is like going back home! reeeezz come back ;) i need something to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everybody reading my blog offer me a job. QUICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm gonna pore over the classifieds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did a three day stint at the student care under my block, which was alright.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not something i wanna do for the rest of the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;honestly, the kids can be a handful, what with all their brawls and stubborn refusals to behave. they're good kids, but only if they dont have to do any work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One on one tuition is more like it for me. (: thats something i think i could actually do coz there the kid HAS to listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or i just wanna be a phone person. thats the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"hello, welcome to ___ may i help you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;i'm trying to forget that, i'm addicted to 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/8326056374945095704-7057336019926540234?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/7057336019926540234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=7057336019926540234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7057336019926540234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/7057336019926540234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/grieviences.html' title='grieviences'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-8838352358357682121</id><published>2008-06-07T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:42:39.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy birthday baby =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;cantgetenoughofyou :S&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/8326056374945095704-8838352358357682121?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/8838352358357682121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=8838352358357682121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/8838352358357682121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/8838352358357682121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday.html' title='birthday =)'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-2038635086825503017</id><published>2008-06-06T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:07:20.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>? been tagged-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1] What's your favorite anime at the present time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. is it counted if i just like the way that ONE anime is? without actually watching? haha.. i'd say winx club. and if thats not anime, then nothing. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2] Given the chance, what special ability/power would you like to have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. can't decide between flying or invisibility (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3] How do you think about yourself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. i dont think you wanna know (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4] Where is the place that you want to go the most? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.. hawaii! - maui specifically. and like.. switzerland. the best beach and the prettiest cold place (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5] If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i tell you, i'd have to kill you. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6] Do you have a crush now?&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.. mita i love your answer to this one. does hrithik count?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7] What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats a no brainer isnt it? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8] If you win $1 million, what would you do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoa. i'll tell you when i do win it k? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9] If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahha.. no, its the sorry fact that thats one thing cancerians cant do ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10] List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOOD points??? really?? aiya. *shakes head* um.. hmm... she's.. um.. good. really. ;) sigh. she's virtuous, decisive and responsible. :P (i'll tell you the rest in person if you're nice to me ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11] Which type of person do you hate the most? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;type of person? there are types?? omg what type am i??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12] What is your ambition? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no idea. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13] If you have fault, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;point it out la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14] What do you think is the most important in your life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my family. and friends. - basically the people i care about. which includes you ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15] Are you a shopaholic or not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very much when i'm upset. and a lil when i'm not. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16] What is the thing that you really want now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a job. :P and for all the flights going to india to be cancelled till further notice. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17] Why does it hurt when you punch someone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um i'm no scientist but i'd say physical impact? haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18] Is there anything that you have done which you regret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19] Are you hungry right now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yepp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20] Do you think that this survey is totally useless? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. be grateful mita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tagged folks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rach, lydia, johnny =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209106982746053618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SEp3M6eV2_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/BpTeL4Ils4U/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i miss you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cheers~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;(: i So dont condone torture :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-2038635086825503017?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2038635086825503017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2038635086825503017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2038635086825503017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2038635086825503017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-tagged.html' title='? been tagged-'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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://bp0.blogger.com/_2vjMAx9pmUE/SEp3M6eV2_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/BpTeL4Ils4U/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326056374945095704.post-2795493523620454639</id><published>2008-06-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:56:40.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>resurrection</title><content type='html'>resurrection-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;heyy darlings thanks for worrying, but the only reason my blog was missing was coz i was under the mistaken (i hope) impression that it was looking all screwy. apparently only my preview was screwed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i solemnly swear to update for this time forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;right after i finish watching tv :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cheers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;dontgo&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/8326056374945095704-2795493523620454639?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/2795493523620454639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=2795493523620454639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2795493523620454639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/2795493523620454639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/resurrection.html' title='resurrection'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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-8326056374945095704.post-1718330442904716121</id><published>2008-06-05T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:24:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>1, 2, 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326056374945095704-1718330442904716121?l=stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/feeds/1718330442904716121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8326056374945095704&amp;postID=1718330442904716121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1718330442904716121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326056374945095704/posts/default/1718330442904716121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stormagainstthewindow.blogspot.com/2008/06/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>⋄ namz *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00134238457019117254</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>
